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luminiamore · 9 months ago

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I'm in an Eren mood, and just found your bomb fics🫶🏾!! I was wondering if you can do a tomboy/boxer(or weight lifter) reader who has a smart mouth with Eren, they're really competitive and always arguing(jokingly, because they both have smart mouths) it can smut or not whatever you feel🩷🩷

SUCKER.

best friend eren x boxer black reader

warnings: ex jean, eren HATES jean, pussy eating, recording, great sex/mean ren

a/n: doing a part two 🫶🏾

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Friday night, 11 p.m.

A small gathering was taking place while you were at Connie’s house. Your friends, including your annoying best friend Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Historia, her girlfriend Ymir, and your ex-boyfriend, Jean, were there. Your use of the term ‘friend’ for him is rather polite. You were here, drinking rather than mentally preparing for your match in the upcoming week at home.

You were lying on the couch. Eren lazily leaned his head on your lap, entertaining himself with random Instagram reels on his phone while holding a bottle of Cognac in his unaccompanied hand. Card games were being played by the rest of the crowd to entertain themselves. As you were all quite drunk, Connie made the decision to introduce a drinking game.

“Not gon’ play with them?” He whispers, the sound still rumbling against your exposed thighs.

You sigh, actually contemplating it. You probably would’ve said no if you were sober —scratch that—you definitely would’ve said no. You know that Eren wouldn’t play unless you did. His ego is too big to admit it, but he followed you around like a lost puppy. The only reason he came here was because of you.

“I might. Join me? We should keep a score to see who gets the most points.” You grin, head spinning when you abruptly shift your position.

“Compelling. What kind of points?”

“Isn’t this game like you have to answer a question or drink? I get to drive your beamer for a week if I answer the most questions. And you have to buy me new gloves for my match.” You poke his shoulder as you speak. You see his eyebrows raise up in amusement.

He snorts, “And what do I get if I win?”

“What do you want? And don’t say nothing crazy, I’ll fuck you up.”

At that, he gives an amused laugh, “Girl, please. You can’t even reach my face. Short ass.”

You flick his forehead with your finger, snickering when he groans a bit. “Reached it now, didn’t I?”

“You’re not funny. Nobody laughed, actually.”

“I did. Now, answer the question, fore’ I do it again.”

You get an eye roll and a sly smile on his pink lips as if he has come up with some devious plan. You would’ve started regretting this, but you’re not a quitter. You started this shit, and you’re gonna finish it through.

“You have to do anything I say for a week.”

You suck your teeth, “We not in some video on Pornhub, boy. Be for real.”

“Any video starring you and me in it would have Hollywood rushing to put it on the big screen. You be for real.”

That renders you silent. For a moment, no one says anything. Eren just stares intently into your eyes, waiting for your response.

“.. That’s what you want?”

“That’s what I want.”

There’s nothing much to say after that. You push Eren’s head up so you can stand, ass jiggling in the shorts you were wearing. As if by magic, he follows behind you, with you failing to notice his gaze drifting downwards to give your ass a drooling gaze.

They gathered in the living room and sat in a nearly perfect circle. You opted to seat yourself right next to where Sasha was sitting. Eren, of course, shoved Jean, who was sitting on the opposite side, to sit next to you. You would have said something before you and Jean broke up, but that isn’t your man.

Your relationship with Eren was a source of jealousy for him, leading to your split. For years, you and Eren had been friends; you had practically grown up together. Your moms had been friends, so by default, you two started hanging out every single day since grade school. The two of you were very close, extremely close. You slept in the same bed together; he was your first kiss, and you were his. You even lived in the same apartment.

You’re not oblivious. At least you don’t think you are. It was always clear to you that having a boyfriend would necessitate changes. The act of sleeping in the same bed and cuddling with Eren would necessitate changing. Eren reluctantly understood, but there are times when you wake up in the morning and find him fast asleep on your stomach.

Every day, Jean would complain about Eren being too close to you and how he doesn’t like him living with you. He suggested that you move in with him a month after you started dating. You two hadn’t even fucked yet.

You would never drop Eren, he was too important to you. So, it’s safe to say your relationship with Jean didn’t last long.

You ignore his gaze on you as you giggle at something Sasha said. Connie finally comes back with a stack of cards that say ‘Truth or Drink: Dirty and Sex Edition’ and a bottle of Hennessy.

“Ya’ll know the drill, answer the question, or take a shot. Don’t be pussy, though.” He addresses the group over music playing.

The game gets off to a fast start. The questions began simple, such as ‘Are you a virgin?’ or ‘How many bodies do you have?’ These are not things that should make anyone feel ashamed. Eventually, they became a bit more intimate, at least for you. You had 9 points, and Eren was in the lead with 12 points.

“Your turn, (☆).” Connie addresses you.

After pulling a card from the pile, the next question causes your breath to pause. Swiping the bottle, you take a deep breath to prepare yourself for the burn this drink will give you.

You’re stopped short by Eren, “Aht— you gotta tell us what the question says.”

“Not important.” You take a sip, gagging when the flavor finally hits your mouth. You’re too occupied to notice Eren quickly removes the card from your lap. When he reads it out loud, you almost choke on your spit.

“Have you ever hooked up with a friend?” In response to the rest of the group’s ‘Ooohs,’ he snickers at you.

You smack his head lightly, “Asshole.”

“Who you fucked, girl?” Sasha pokes at you. The attention is entirely on you, causing your face to flush in embarrassment.

“I plead the fifth.”

“Was it Eren?” Jean’s voice prompts a quick turn of your head. He looked so angry, so ticked that he could explode if you said one wrong word. You answered to avoid causing a scene,

“No.”

You’re nearly afraid to look at Eren, yet you realize he’s staring at you. His gaze was burning on the side of your face, making you squirm. Jean’s scoffing shows he didn’t believe you, but you’re not here to argue with your ex. Connie recognizes that you no longer want to talk about it, so he turns the spotlight on him when he pulls another card.

You’re about to send a grateful glance to him for that, but your body stiffens when Eren whispers in your ear,

“You just gonna lie to him like that?”

You grit your teeth, keeping your voice as low as possible, “Shut up.”

“What, you gonna protect his feelings?” Eren’s energy is condescending and irritable, to say the least.

“I’m protecting your frail ass ego. Wouldn’t want to embarrass you when I tell them you didn’t even make me cum.” You lie through your teeth, smirking, thinking you won.

You almost yelp when you feel a pinch on the side of your hips, “C’mon, mama. Your body never lies, especially not to me. Remember those pretty moans clear as day— ‘Oh, daddy! Right there— gonna cu-’”

Your hand covers his mouth, and you’re about to smack him again when you feel that stupid, cunning smile against your hand. You pause and sigh in relief when you realize that no one has heard him, as they’re too preoccupied with Sasha, who’s indulging in the bottle. No one except Jean, who’s practically seething in anger as he glares at Eren.

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It was now one in the morning. Most people were passed out because of how drunk they were. Only you, Eren, and Jean were awake, with Jean nearing sleep while staring at his phone. It goes without saying that Eren won the bet; he had no shame when it came to his sexual innuendos.

You’re about to get up from your seat on the floor, but Eren’s grip on your waist doesn’t loosen. You try to look at him but realize he’s not even paying attention to you. Instead, his eyes are intently focused on the shorts you’re wearing with a frown.

“You good?” You speak, thinking that your sudden voice will dislodge his gaze.

“Hmm. These shorts aren’t easy access.”

That’s the message the liquors are trying to convey -- it must be. You and Eren only slept together once, but you assured him that it was a mistake that wouldn’t happen again to keep your friendship intact. He handled it well, perhaps too well. Almost like he was expecting you to say that. As if you hadn’t experienced heaven on Earth that night, you both returned to your normal lives.

“Eren, there are people here.” You whisper rather harshly.

He unbuttons the only button on your garments, “I don’t see anyone.”

“Jean is right there.”

“..Anyone important.”

Your eyes widen when he plays with the hem of your peaking panties now that your shorts are loose. He’s so stealthy with it, too, like he’s not doing anything wrong. You have to snap out of it when you realize you’re in a room full of friends. You slap his hand,

“We’re not doing this here.”

His response is quick, “Oh, so if we weren’t here, you would?”

“If you two are gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else?” Jean is downright peeved by the sexual tension that is erupting between you two. At this point, he’s just annoyed. Annoyed that his suspicions were confirmed. You two are definitely more than just friends.

You freeze, failing to remember that he was still awake for a moment.

“Jean, it’s not like that-”

“It is like that. I might take you up on that offer, Jean boy.” Eren abruptly ends your sentence with a gleaming smile, making it clear that he’s only trying to annoy him. He’s petty like that. You’re tempted to hit him again.

“No, it’s not. Stop being petty-”

Eren turns to you abruptly, eyes zeroed in on your lips. His voice is purposely loud so Jean can hear precisely what he’s saying to you. “Will you let me eat your pussy again if we leave here, (☆)?”

You gasp, your pussy tightening a bit at how desperate his tone is. You really want to say yes, but you know that’s the liquor talking. It has to be. Jean scoffs, pulling you out of your daze.

You scowl and push his hands off you, “I’m leaving, and I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

When you stumble to stand, he watches you, his eyes fixed on the fatness of your ass and its movement. These shorts are a favorite of his. He sighs, his lips twitching as he speaks,

“Can I-”

“No.” And with that, you stumble off to the room, making sure to lock the door behind you.

Eren makes the decision to return to the couch in the living room to sleep. Jean’s eyes never leave him all the time, and when he catches him staring, he doesn’t fail to stare back,

“The fuck are you looking at?”

Monday afternoon, 3 p.m.

“Imma be real with you. I’m all for equality and shit, but seriously, you hit like a girl.”

The deep voice of your best friend flutters in your ears as you throw another punch at the hand he’s holding up. You’re both in the boxing ring at your local gym, practicing for your next match.

As always, your best friend is there to help you and throw some lighthearted insults your way.

“Eren, please don’t get fucked up.”

He gives a laugh, a genuine one that makes you roll your eyes, “Oh yeah? With those weak ass hits? Forgive me if I’m not shaking in my shoes right now.”

You throw another hit at his wrapped-up hand, harder this time. You can tell by the way his unwavering hands move a little. You grit your teeth at the fact that he doesn’t wholly stumble back.

“Yo,’ ass was damn sure shaking in your shoes when I almost folded you.”

“So, we lying now?” That little smirk that was forming on his face never backed down.

It almost irritates you how arrogant he is. Connie and Eren always get into these friendly play fights, never anything serious. But that’s just your best friend. If anything, you would probably chew up any other person with your mouth. Connie, for example. Not Eren, though; he always had something to say back.

“Every word that comes out your mouth is a lie.” Your whisper

“You not any better.”

You hit his hand again, “Now, what the hell are you yapping about.”

“Why would you lie to your little boyfriend yesterday?” His voice is low and calculated as he questions you. He was getting heated again.

“Ex. And I’m not sorry. I didn’t want to tell the man who’s been worried about us the entire time we dated that I got your dick wet.”

“Dated. Past tense. So, why the fuck are you worried about it?” Now, he holds your hands to prevent you from moving.

You huff, “I’m not rude, Eren. I have no beef with the man. Now, let’s keep practicing, please.”

You think he’s going to release your hands, but he only stares at you. Your heart is racing. Does he really feel upset about this?

It seems he is because Eren pulls your body out of the ring and drags you to the nearest locker room. The gym is closed today, only opened to the two of you because he’s friends with the owner. Now that he has you to himself, he has no worries about anyone ruining this moment.

You would have protested; your resolve is usually stronger than this. But it’s Eren. Your Eren. Your best friend who happens to be really good with his tongue, his fingers, and that absolute monster in between his legs.

Fuck it feels so electric when his tongue laps in between your wet folds, your body squirming on the bench he seated you on. You can’t stop twitching, your arousal just overflowing on his tongue.

“Thought this was a mistake? ‘It can never happen again’, that’s what you said right?” He lightly bites on your clit, relishing in the gasp you emit.

“Look at you now, letting it happen again.”

He pushes two fingers past your walls and rapidly moves them in and out, grazing your spongy spot. They’re curling inside you, and with every stroke, you feel yourself falling more into a haze. Your eyes start crossing as Eren stirs up your insides.

You whimper out, “S-Shut up. Shitt.”

“Oh, no. You’re gonna listen t’me today. Maybe we should send a video to Jean, show him everything he could never do to you.”

You hate yourself for it, but the thought of it gets you even wetter for some reason. With the way your best friend chuckles against your core as the squelching sounds coming from you get louder, he can tell, too. Your pretty brown pussy is just splashing on his face, he’s in love with it— in love with you.

He rasps out breathily, “Wet my face, baby.”

Your face twists as he works his fingers against your cervix. The sounds coming from you are simply divine. The heat in your stomach is palpable, and the heat in every crevice of your body is sizzling and electrified.

“Want me to fuck you, right? Cum then, (☆).”

It’s as if your body knows what he’s saying because you release immediately. Your body shakes when you squirt. Your addicting juices spraying all over his fingers— his face. Eren slurps up everything you have to offer, and its sounds are just so obscene that you’re sure anyone would know what’s going on if they just walked by the door. Your loud moans would probably give it away, too.

Eren deliberately takes his time creeping up to your panting lips and pulling his thick fingers out of your walls. Your breath is sucked out of your lungs when he kisses your lips. The taste of your essence makes your pussy drip as he sucks on your tongue. You love it, so drunk off the taste of him.

You frantically pull his hips onto yours, unaware that he’s already pulled his dick out. It’s not much for his tip to force itself inside of you. He has to do most of the work to fuck the rest of his inches in. You’re gasping against his lips, trying to moan, but he won’t let you. Every time, he swallows them.

It’s torture. He’s so thick that it stings a little. He gets a little impatient and slams into you all at once. Screaming in a muffled voice, you quickly press your hands on his stomach. He’s making your pussy sing some nasty noises that make you feel so good.

You’re squirming your body as Eren starts feeding you gut-punching stokes. That won’t do.

With a harsh grip on your wrists, he pushes them above your head with one hand. “I couldn’t make you cum, right?”

You huff, your eyes rolling back in your head when he abuses your cervix. It’s too late for you to realize when Eren takes out your phone. He knows your password and keeps thrusting in you when he opens Jean’s message thread. He scoffs when he realizes you haven’t yet blocked and deleted his number.

That catches your attention as your eyes struggle to settle on him, “W-What are you doing?”

He shuts you up by speeding up his movements. Shit. You almost choke on your spit when he leans his body on you so hard your legs are reaching your ears. The only inkling you get that he’s recording is when your ears catch on the sound it makes when he presses that red button.

You don’t stop him or even struggle against his hold. You can only morph your face into pleasurable expressions as he makes you feel euphoria. He sets your phone on the wall behind the bench, and he can see it’s showcasing the both of you. Good.

Eren, let’s go of your wrists to use both hands to press on the back of your thighs into the wood underneath you. You feel him deeper this way, his bulge pressing against your stomach every time his tip touches your womb. He finds joy in the fact that the camera captured that.

“Ren— baby— I’m g-gonna make another mess.” You whine, pressing on his stomach to stave off your impending orgasm—it does nothing. Nothing, but make him push harder so you can feel how deep he’s going.

“Go on then. Show the camera how messy you get for me and only me.”

Your breathing stutters, “Only you— fuckkk. S’too m-much”

“You love me, baby?”

You cum right then, choking on your moans as you barely get your words out, “Love you so much.”

He groans against your ears when he fills your pussy with his seed. It’s so much, too, so thick, you feel as if it’s coming out your throat. This is what you craved the most, the feeling of his cum stuffing you. You’ve dreamed about this since he did it for the first time.

Feeling worn out, you are basking in the afterglow while breathing heavily. Eren never takes his dick out of you, but he takes this moment to end the video and quickly sends it to Jean with a small message accompanying it,

she lied, lol. 😂

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machveil · 5 months ago

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Konig with an 8' tall, beefy, hairy m!reader?

for context, I’m 5’3”/160cm and I think I would lose my mind seeing someone built like that lmfao

so, let’s get this ball rolling with some of my own thoughts first. I headcanon König coming in at 6’10”/~208cm. in this post I talk about his family’s height, and König’s eldest brother is coming in at 7’2”/~218cm

so, just to give everyone a frame of reference, König being 6’10”/~208cm and M!Reader being 8’/~244cm is really tall - the average doorframe is 6’7”/~201cm. these men are ducking under doorframes to get into rooms can’t relate

König, confident and cocky Colonel that he is, wasn’t used to being shorter than people. sure, his brothers are taller than him, but at KorTac? he’s one of, if not the, tallest people there. so when you show up on base as a new operative?

König’s ego gets a little bruised. masked or face on display, it doesn’t matter, your size alone is threatening to everyone - let alone your physique! well trained muscles, bulky and covered in a healthy amount of fat, and body hair for days. your appearance is practically oozing with masculinity

standing next to König? he feels dwarfed, poor man. is this how people feel around him? small? König considered himself to be strong, a previous insertion specialist, but compared to you? you look like you could manhandle him. König has to crane his head up to look at you - an odd feeling for him

Platonic:

König will come around to you with time, a teammate is a teammate, and trust has to be built. he does enjoy having someone to relate to - ducking under doorframes, having trouble finding clothes in your sizes, food— oh god, the amount of calories you need to eat to maintain a healthy weight? yeah, he’s happy he found someone that can understand

it’s also nice during training! König was already a considerably heavy lifter - people had trouble spotting him because, with his build, he could lift more than most of his fellow soldiers. now that you’re here? he has someone that can keep pace with him, someone that can comfortably spot and train with him. granted, you might be able to lift more than him, but he’ll still spot for you if he can

Romantic:

little spoon König… little spoon König! hold your man! König loves being able to comfortably little spoon - no awkward holds or worrying about being too big. when you’re 8’/~244cm and he’s 6’10”/~208cm? the size difference is… normal! compared to other couples, yeah, you’re just over a foot taller than him, that’s pretty average in his eyes! and, both of you being strong and built like bears, cuteness aggression and manhandling are on the table and he doesn’t have to worry about crushing you

you’re both rough, strong men - hard working and dedicated to your jobs. rough hands come with the territory, and König loves holding your hand. calloused, scratchy, rough? so are his from handling equipment! and hugs - König already gave out bear hugs to people, but with you? oh, get ready for a big squeeze. he expects you to hug him back just as hard. make his back pop, come on! he knows you can do it, Schatz

#konig #könig #könig cod #könig call of duty #konig x reader #konig x male reader #könig x reader #könig x male reader #könig x you #könig headcanons #cod #cod thoughts #call of duty #hit post

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lexosaurus · 3 months ago

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Does Sam have a role in the gymbro au? Because she's like canonically a goth jock, yeah?

You’re so right that she should have a role in this. I feel like she would be the one dragging Danny’s lazy ass to the gym every time he tries to skip Valerie and Dash’s training sessions aka hide out somewhere. She shows up with a ghost trapping device and just drags his dumbass to the gym lobby, drops him off like a sack of potatoes, and then hops over to the Calisthenics room, leaving Danny to Perish™️ with the powerlifters (and Dash, who calls himself a bodybuilder enthusiast but everyone knows is just an ego lifter. Danny still didn’t know what this means and at this point he’s too afraid to ask).

Sam definitely forces him to do bodyweight exercises with her. And yoga. Need that mobility for ghost fighting 👏

#danny phantom #gymbro au

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casiia · 1 year ago

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gojo is such a tease when he goes to the gym. tiny shorts that cling to his thighs, giving little to the imagination and showing off his muscles that flex with each step he takes. a white wife beater that becomes see through the more he sweats, the material hugging his back and soon he has to take it off because he can’t stand the way it sticks to his skin.

if you’re watching, sometimes he’ll get lost in your outfit, and water will spill from his lips and drip down his chin, dribbling along his chest and trailing down his abdomen.

he’s definitely an ego lifter. will push as much weight as he can if you’re there, just to show you how strong he is; grunting and letting the weight hit the floor with a clang, hoping that you'll look over and admire his strength.

when he needs to get past you, he'll put his hands on your waist, his thumbs caressing the hem of your leggings and he'll push his hips into yours. mumbling a soft "sorry." a smirk tugging at his lips when he glances in the mirror and catches your cheeks bloom into a bright blush.

#[ *ೃ༄ — 𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒. ]#because someone did this to me at the gym #we b eyeing each other #GYM CRUSH ASF #im giggling #☆ — gojo satoru #gojo satoru #gojo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk #gojo jjk #gojo jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru jjk #gojo satoru jujutsu kaisen

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thestalkerbunny · 26 days ago

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Locke and Key-a pair of 'Trapper' Slashers.

Locke was the heavy lifter of the two. From building the elaborate traps and puzzles they'd put people in to kidnapping people and moving their bodies. Locke, though characterized frequently as a giant mute brute, is a rather gentle person. He genuinely believed what Key and he was doing was a good thing. That the people who survived their traps would leave with a new perspective and change their lives. Which was not the case as Key was simply a man who loved control, had an ego and god complex and lorded over Locke with abuse emotional and physical despite the fact Locke was much much stronger.

Eventually, Locke had enough and killed Key publicly and submitted to being arrested. He is ironically a very model prisoner and is often contacted by the FBI to profile other killers. Locke is an alarmingly intelligent man with a strangely deep level of emotional intelligence when it comes to people. The few people who have tried to psychoanalyze Locke believes it's the same level of gaslighting and manipulation found in cults and high control abusive relationships that resulted in his submissive behavior towards Key.

Locke being a calm, pleasant man often puts people at unease because they expect him to be naturally violent. The prison he was sentenced to has become much more peaceful since he is essentially the biggest scariest son of a bitch there and he calls nearly all the shots.

#TSB Draws #Slasher #Slasher Ocs #Horror #Locke and Key #Locke #Mask #Pig Mask #A Trapper Slasher is like Jigsaw or any type of Slasher who uses elaborate rigging to devise ways to kill people or extend suffering #Trapper Slashers are often highly intelligent individuals with backgrounds in engineering #Trapper Slashers rarely get their hands directly dirty-because much like a fox with it's leg caught in a wire trap #the victims will do the most damage to themselves rather than the slashers doing anything to them while trying to escape #Locke was much older than Key-possibly in his approaching 40s #He frequently complains of bad knees

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zahraaziza · 2 years ago

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public fucking service announcement to any weirdos that wanna try me as well. just because you're on anonymous doesn't mean i won't find out that you're "catfishing" as 2 different people.

let's just say my ⚽️ anon and lifter anon were the same person and once confronted bitched out, saying that lifter anon is just their "alter ego".

i have deleted all interactions with both of them (or shall i say with that one person) since.

just don't be this fucking weird. be yourself. so irritating and for what??

#[♡ᵎ] 𝐳𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬

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crippled-peeper · 1 year ago

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longingly stare at ego lifters with big arms as if I wouldn’t end up in the ICU intubated attempting like, any of that

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mountainsandcurls · 1 year ago

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i’m ever so slightly an ego lifter

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fantasyideas1 · 1 year ago

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quotes almat

body with harmful goods and services, due to self-hatred, self-doubt and fear of the future, the poison weakens the will and increases despair, making life aimless, the snake is a false friend in the environment a pickpocket who steals ideas and hopes, try to take away a smartphone from a child and give a book, it will hit you on the head, you killed your family and relationships, therefore you gave your child a smartphone, you lost your child, now he lives on the Internet, fast food drowned in cholesterol, from TV screens and gadgets the truth goes blind, lose your sight wisely, lose time and health wisely, bookmakers, lottery loans, micro loans, and casinos will undress you with lies, you are getting poorer from naivety, paid courses and lectures of coachers' platitudes, mulattoes with honey-pie skin, if you want to see great-grandchildren, lead a healthy, religious lifestyle, eat healthy food, go to bed on time, don’t go to prostitutes (sexually transmitted diseases), coffee and energy drinks ruin your heart, don’t cheat on your soulmate, it doesn’t matter where you work, it doesn’t matter how much you get paid, don’t be humiliated by low wages, violence, scandals, stress of smiling people the ego of blind fools will not be corrected, they are molded from the unhooking garbage of the Internet, in the beautiful eyes of an Asian there is a cosmic depth of infinite beauty, abstinence from anger is like a broken bladder, urine accumulates and periodically trickles of anger come out, urine therapy with evil truth, kidney disease from bladder retention leads to complications of blood pressure and an effect on the heart that accumulates everything under a thick layer of refraining from anger, the future is unstable from our insecurities, deadly awareness lifting (lifting a heavy barbell), ego lifting (lip tightening), lifter teacher elevating to the highest floor of understanding a world where real life and people are not visible where only clouds that we are all not eternal, traffic jams like slowly flowing lava or an avalanche, a trombone of suicidal egoism and laziness in the veins of society, an explosive mixture of degradation, in a brainwashed incubator, people obsessed with entertainment grow, s voids of illusory non-existence, a lifelong show of hypocrisy, show business for profit, greedy predators, slaves of their genitals and ego, Poetry Ruthlessly exciting sweet skin color, lyrical eternity filled with epic romance, inspired by spiritualized sublime love for you, filling the lungs with air of relief from thinking about you, your beauty and presence exceeds all values in life, an overdose of love, charm melts my heart like candle wax waiting for your love , the light burns until the last second of my century, geysers of gusts of sincere passion, thermonuclear orgasms whenever I see you in my lustful mind, devoted heart, and a sperm plant in a penis that was created only for you, my soul of continuation of you, an endless epic of lyrical love where, bypassing the eternity of reincarnation, I will meet you to conquer your heart, you are a precious thought in the heart, The sweetest temptation of tenderness, everything is so sweet in you, when you kiss me deliciously, you are like a magnetic apparatus that lifts cars, also an erection, subtly perfectionist detailed temptation , boundless perfection, the volume level of love in the soul is growing, you are the divine relish of sweetness, the hot springs of passion in which I bathe you in my lust, the sauna of passion will heat the body and warm the heart with love, you are my eternal ideal of passion, the power of lust is growing, love leads away into a deep state of love for you, every nerve continuously ends with an orgasm, every cell of the body reaches out to you, I need a break too much beauty, the heat of the trembling of your powerful sexuality, eroticism through the body, like a washing machine in spin mode, a powerful Parkinson's vibrator from arousal,

Author musin almat zhumabekovich

#quotes #life quotes

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thebaepatricia · 2 years ago

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Over the Weekend: Training Maxes

Over the weekend, Dani and I worked on my training maxes.

It was a long time coming and delaying it further was starting to make me antsy - rightfully so as knowing my training maxes would solidify my working sets and let me actually progress while working within my strength range - away from injuries and ego lifting.

It was interesting to know that I had more in my tank than I assumed. Interesting, but not really surprising as I pride myself in being a conservative lifter albeit it not really being a badge of honor or a good flex.

I had an ambitious goal to train all maxes within one gym session. It appeared ambitious mostly because I was naive. I didn't anticipate not having the energy for such a long session. I had the drive, but also needed to be practical.

We were able to also finally see the gym near the Navarro marketplace (Fitholic Gym). Long story short, it was not good enough for our standards. I decided it was best to go back home, rest for a bit, and re-try training in the afternoon.

While we're there, we made the most of the distance and walked the entire 3.15km home. It was scorching hot to say the least and it was post-semi gym session, which made it more challenging. It wasn't like I had any other choice though. By the time I wanted to throw in the towel, we were a few feet away from the subdivision gate and it would be lame hitching a tricycle ride for 1 more minute.

The best part from killing ourselves over walking under the heat of the sun was coming home to my new squat shoes waiting for me at the guard house.

Saturday

We trained my Zercher squats and I managed to go up to 80 kg. That was surprising for me. The few times I attempted to go heavy, I couldn't do more than 60 or 62.5kg. Of course that was also my attempt at sticking within my comfort zone. For progressive overload, that's the last thing you want to do.

My new shoes helped a lot. Plus, the fact that I finally tried on my knee sleeves. It was challenging to put on, but they gave in eventually. The shoes fit so well and I appreciate the fact that it's spacious on the toes area. The soles are properly heavy and, aesthetically, it looks nice. Apparently, white suits me.

Sunday

We didn't have enough time to train my bench press although I was mostly excited for that compound. So we decided to continue the next day before Dani went home.

I was surprised (and a tad disappointed) that I my training max was close to my normal working set. I guess because it's my favorite so I was expecting a bit more. I managed to do until 55 kg decently.

Dani was supposed to head home that evening, but his back hurt (a personal rating of 8 out of 10), so we gave him medicine and let him lay down for a bit.

Monday

We did the morning walk (3km) with Dani holding a stick because I was too frightened to walk the streets with too many stray dogs guarding the premises.

He headed home that late afternoon, but before he did, I decided we could test out my deadlift max while he was still around to coach me and spot me, if needed. I didn't eat heavy breakfast that morning since I wasn't planning to do the deadlift max. This resulted in me being a bit underfed for the session. I ate macaroni salad as my intra-workout snack.

With Dani's encouragement, my trash motivational pop music, bites of macaroni salad in between sets, and lots of pep talk, I was able to pull 135 kg as my best training rep.

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I've always been a late bloomer. Perhaps my multiple setbacks caused by doubts, lack of confidence, injury, minimal support system, and everything else were actually vital in molding me into the person I am today.

Had I not been marinated into all those odds and excuses in the past, I wouldn't appreciate my journey today and I would have no wake up call to snap me back to reality and make me see my own potentials.

Anyway, here are some photos from Saturday afternoon during the failed palengke gym session:

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