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Abs Workout at Home:

Having well-defined abs is a fitness goal for many individuals. The coveted "8 pack abs" are a symbol of a strong and toned core, and achieving them requires a combination of effective abdominal exercises, consistency, and proper nutrition.

The core of our body is a group abdominal muscle known as abs. These abs consist of rectus abdominis this is liable for 6 pack appearance and obliques situated on the sides of waist, when well-developed, these muscles can create the appearance of an "8 pack" or "washboard" abs.

Achieving 8 pack abs requires not only strengthening and toning these muscles but also reducing body fat to reveal the definition underneath. This involves a combination of targeted abdominal exercises, resistance training, cardiovascular exercises, and proper nutrition.

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[gravid-transluna]

Same Boat

words: 1415

content: birth denial, fpreg

Danae would do anything for her partner. Their dates were always doting and private. With her menacing tattoos and biceps like knotted wood in her cuffed sleeves, she’d scared away any men looking to prey on her pretty little girlfriend. Even when she was pounding her with a thick strap, she always prioritized Leah’s preferences, made sure she was happy and drooling and sweetly stroked.

Their simultaneous pregnancies didn’t change anything. Danae was still Leah’s fiercest protector, even as her abs slackened and swelled, and her masculine body lost some of that refined muscle. Sure, it was a little hard to get around sometimes with that belly, but nothing Danae couldn’t handle.

When it came time for Leah’s labor, Danae did everything she could to make their home comfortable and relaxed. Candles, a hot bath.

“You didn’t have to go through the trouble,” Leah laughed, holding her own prominent swell.

She wore one of Danae’s old workout shirts and a slim pair of panties. The way the fabric stretched and slipped around her navel was an undeniable turn-on.

Danae smirked. “Anything for you, princess.”

She tried to avoid touching or stroking her own belly. For the past couple days it had been twinging with sympathetic contractions. She’d kept stoic through them, at pains to not stress Leah in any way before her birth.

The strongest contraction yet had Leah clinging to Danae, mousing her hands through her short locs. Their bellies were pressed together, both flexing, hard with contractions. Danae held Leah in her thick arms, bearing her own contraction soundlessly.

“Uhhhmf,” Leah groaned, sobbing. “There’s so much pressure, baby!”

“I know, baby,” Danae said, a little breathless. She massaged Leah’s overburdened back. “Breathe, now.”

“Ohhhh, oh, I CAN’T.”

Suddenly, fluid soaked both of their thighs. Leah’s legs trembled, weak and slender. Danae supported her, firmly grounded.

Danae left Leah squatting in the living room as she made her way to the kitchen, trying, failing to conceal her pronounced waddle. She returned with towels and dried the mess. On all fours, she suffered another contraction. What she hadn’t revealed to Leah was that not all the birthing fluid had come from her; Danae’s own water had broken. Her eyes widened slightly as her belly tensed beneath her—this contraction was accompanied by the strong urge to push.

Fortunately, Danae was stronger. She gritted her teeth and mopped up the rest of the puddle as the urge pounded through her. Every muscle in her body surged with effort and willpower.

Leah grunted. “I gotta push, baby! Oh, shit! I gotta push so bad!”

“Urgh. Hold it in,” Danae said through gritted teeth. She was speaking to herself just as much as she was speaking to her girlfriend. Sweat beaded at her temple. “Hold it in. Gotta check you first.”

Leah closed her eyes, managed through it with panty grunts. Her legs were permanently spread in a deep squat now. As though a switch had been flipped, she suddenly began to remove her shirt, hiking it up over her belly, then her head. Fully nude, her body glistened. She glimmered in a haze, heavy and feminine.

Danae was overcome with the same desire to strip, broiling in heat, her body sensing the closeness of the baby in her canal. She resisted, remaining in her tight undershorts and sports bra.

Danae positioned the towel under Leah, though her own knees were sore and could have used some relief. She painstakingly braced herself on one knee, dropped stomach resting heavily on her broad thigh.

“God,” Leah breathed, head thrown back. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” Danae said, quickly checking her. “I’ve got you.”

Her pussy was familiar as ever, as was Danae’s fingers inside her. She felt Leah’s slick vaginal walls clamp down on them.

“Ooh, I gotta push!” Then, squeezing— “Gotta—I’m PUSHINGGGG! Mmmfgh!”

“You’re good, baby,” Danae said, removing her fingers. She was still kneeling as Leah squatted deeply before her, bottom thrust in her face. Danae’s belly went hard again, as though encouraged by Leah’s furious pushing. Her face snarled and twisted, piercings raising and she flared her gums. The urge to push washed over her again.

Not yet, she thought. Don’t push yet.

Despite her efforts, her body was beginning to bear down against her will, slowly inching the baby through her canal.

Somewhere, dimly in her mind, Danae was in wonder. We’re feeling the same urges, the same stretch, the same weight. It was as though their bodies were one.

Eventually, Leah’s perineum began to bulge, red and irritated, then the head slipped into her pussy.

“Ooh!” She cried. The head was spreading her cheeks.

“Ugh,” Danae grunted. “Good—hrgh—good girl.”

She cupped the head. Birthing fluids spurted and dripped around it as Leah squatted into another groaning push, forcing the head to a full crown.

The sound of relief as Leah pushed was too much. Under Leah’s din, Danae quietly succumbed to her own body. She pressed her lips together, straining, giving in. Her powerful push immediately thrust the baby down between her hips. God, the head was huge. Leah’s hips had widened over the course of her pregnancy, something Danae had delighted in, but her own pelvis remained somewhat narrow, barely wide enough now for the coming head. Danae couldn’t worry about hospitals or stuck heads now, though. Even as she bore down against her tightly wedged baby, she kept her hand on Leah’s crowning pussy as the baby slowly parted and bulged her lips, spreading her open. Leah moaned, bending her knees, scrabbling for any bit of leverage. The skin of her pussy grew taut, an enraged red, then almost white. She would tear if it ripped through any further.

“Baby, you gotta—shi-i-it—you gotta slow down,” Danae demanded between her own pushing.

“I CAN’T, I can’t!!” Leah howled, so Danae pressed back into the crown, gently holding it in place as Leah pushed uncontrollably.

At the same time, Danae heaved with a huge, forceful push. Her well-muscled body exerted like a machine. She finally let loose a deep groan as she bore down, and the baby creaked and opened her pelvis. A wet bulge grew in her undershorts. They tightly contained the crown. Held fast, Danae and Leah were in the same boat.

“Let it come, ohhhh, please let it come out,” Leah was moaning.

Her pussy was stretching properly now, the blood returning to its color, and only at the end of her push did Danae realize this. She cursed herself, guilty for forgetting Leah for even a moment. She eased the counterpressure from her hand, and Leah screamed the head out.

“Check—ing—cord,” Danae gasped.

“Hurry,” Leah panted, mouth open, lolling her head.

Danae held her own pussy as she checked with one hand. Her undershorts were working in her favor for the time being, preventing the trickling crown from growing any wider.

“You’re good, mama,” she grunted. “Push our baby out now.”

Leah shuddered as the shoulders rotated. She shouted, and with a douse of birthing fluids the baby slipped into Danae’s waiting hands.

“Holy—shit, mama!”

Leah sank to her knees and took the baby, cradling. She looked up at Danae tenderly, smiling tiredly as their baby began to suckle.

Her eyes widened.

Danae had raised herself from her knees to a solid squat, thighs tensing, shorts tented with a crowning head. Her belly thrust hard on her midsection, and milk stained her sports bra. Even as she bore down like a warrior, she’d never looked more proud.

Then her eyes met Leah’s. She managed a smirk. “Guess it’s my turn now, huh?”

[ahimhere]

Steamy

genre: smut

pairing: gymrat!Sanxgymrat!Yeosangxfem!reader

au/summary : What are work out buddies for?

waring: explicit smut

rating: 18+

wc: 1444

"I mean, what's a better workout?"

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warning: threesome, oral(m and f), double penetration, pet names(pretty), safe sex(woohoo), size kink (if you squint), swearing, lube

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"Get one more set in."

"Absolutely not San, I will DIE at this rate."

"Don't complain when you don't have gains like me." San flexed his muscles, proud of the physic he created. "Look at Yeosang, he followed through."

You looked over at Yeosang, who was doing arm curls. Though he wasn't as big as San, you couldn't deny his muscles and damn did he look good.

You reached out to Yeosang about a month ago, hoping he would help you out in the gym, but he recommended that his friend San was a better fit. DId San look good, absolutely.

HIs biceps and quad muscles were to die for, and his toned abs. It was impossible not to drool over him. BUT his workouts were way too intense. You weren't sure how he expected you to keep up.

"Yeo..help me out. He about to kill me." You whined out, hoping to get help from your friend.

Yeosang finished his set, re racked his weight and approached you both.

"Did you take your vitamins?" He said checky, obviously siding with San.

"What- no. Why would I-"

"That's your problem. If you took your vitamins this would be easy for you." San hummed in agreement.

"Gotta keep your body healthy inside and out. One more set now!"

You groaned, obviously losing this battle. You finished the last set of 20 of you ab crunches and got up.

"Can I go home now? I feel like death."

You were completely ignored as the two males were having their own private conversation. Mumbling amongst themselves.

"Hello? Did you guys hear me?" You tapped Yeosang on his shoulder causing him to jump.

"Huh? Oh no. What did you say?" Yeosang asked, looking over to San nervously.

"I. Am. Going. Home." You turned on your heel, ready to grab your water bottle and head for the door when San grabbed your arm.

"Me and Yeosang have one more workout for you, if you're down."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "San you don't think I can actually take another one of you guys workout today do you?"

"What about sex?" San said bluntly, not wasting anymore time.

"Sex? Like sex, sex? With the both of you?" Your eyes darted back and forth between the two men, surprised about what was mentioned.

"I mean, what's a better workout?" Yeosang said. "And at least you would have fun."

Your brain was still trying to catch up. Sex with the both of them? Now? How did they get to this conclusion?

"We've seen the way you've been staring at us. Drooling over our muscles and body." San said. "You can touch them if you want."

Your mind completely in a fog, you reached up and touched both their biceps. Their strong muscles felt in the palm of your hand. Their skin was so soft but their muscles were so rough. You slowly started stroking your hands up and down their arm. Feeling every inch of their arm.

You hadn't realized when they sandwiched you in between them, San in the front, Yeosang behind you, until you felt Yeosang's lips on your neck, causing you to moan.

"If you want us to stop, just say so." San spoke softly, rubbing his hands down your waist, reaching the hem of your shirt and lifting it up to expose your stomach.

He bent down and kissed around your stomach and belly button, causing butterflies to build up inside you. Yeosang on the other hand was attack your neck, kissing and licking the area.

You moaned softly, loving having them both on you, giving you attention. San's hands roamed around your lower body, groping and rubbing your thighs, hips and ass while Yeosang lifted your shirt off you, moving his hands to your chest and fondled your breast.

After minutes of them toying with your body, Yeosang lifts you up and carries you to the nearby bench. He lays you down while San proceeds to strip you completely before removing his own shirt. Yeosang walks towards your legs and kneels down in front of you.

"You don't mind if I have a taste, do you?"

You shake your head no. Before you knew it Yeosang had his mouth pressed against you. Licking, sucking, slurping all of your juices, leaving nothing.

You threw your head back and moaned only to see San over you, dick in hand. "You look so pretty like this."

You open your mouth widely, inviting him in. He smiled and didn't hesitate. He slid himself down your throat, groaning at its warmth. He held onto your chin as he slowly pulled back out.

"Shit pretty, you can't keep moaning while I'm in there.." You couldn't help it. Yeosang’s tongue was working your clit, the pleasure was unbearable.

San slowly thrusted in and out of you, groaning in the process. "Use your tongue a little." You did as he asked, causing him to groan louder and thrust faster.

Yeosang slipped his fingers inside, matching San's pace in your throat. You could only moan loudly, vibrating into his dick. Yeosang took himself out his shorts and began stroking himself quickly, moaning against you. It only took a few moments before you guys came. San down your throat, Yeosang into his hand and you into Yeosang's mouth.

San pulled out and sat on the floor catching his breath while Yeosang fell back to do the same. A few minutes passed with only the sounds of you guys breathing before San stood up and walked over to his bag.

He returned shortly and threw a condom at Yeosang. He ripped it open and placed it onto himself.

"Ready pretty?"

Before you could answer San picks you up and places your legs over his arms, forcing your back to be pressed against his chest.

You see Yeosang finish placing the condom onto himself before giving himself a few strokes. He approached me and kissed your neck.

"You ready?" You nodded as he slid inside you. You threw your head onto San's shoulder which he used to kiss your neck.

Yeosang thrusted into you, holding onto your hips. "Gosh, you're so tight."

His thrusted only became faster as your moans became louder. You had almost forgotten San was there until Yeosang stopped and San pushed you forward so you were leaning onto Yeosang's chest.

"It might hurt a little, Pretty, Okay?"

San positioned himself at your hole while Yeosang was still inside. He grabbed a bottle of lube off the floor and poured some onto himself and you.

San pushed forward, slowly inserting himself inside. You yelled out in pain, never having two dicks inside you before. Yeosang rubbed your back and kissed your head and checked, trying to comfort you.

Before you knew it, San was completely inside you. You felt completely full and warm.

"Just let us know when you're ready." San said.

It took a few minutes until the pain no longer existed. You nodded, finally ready for someone to move. "You can move now."

San slowly slid out and back him. His thrusting while Yeosang remained still felt unreal. You could only moan out as the pleasure started to overcome your body.

Before you could ask San to move faster, Yeosang started thrusting, Him pulling out while San was thrusting in. There wasn't a single moment where you weren't filled with either of them.

You moaned into Yeosang's neck, completely overcome with pleasure. San leaded forward and began kissing on your neck, not leaving any marks. Yeosang took the opportunity to do the same on the other side.

Being between their muscular, warm bodies. Being filled completely by them and engulfed by their moans were heavenly. You felt your release fast approaching and so was theirs. San lifted you up so you were once again resting on his chest and began thrusting in turn with Yeosang, thrusting in you alongside him.

Your head found it spot on San's shoulder once again as you moaned loudly. Their pace quicked as they moaned and groaned just a loud as you. After a couple more thrust you became undone. A quiet moan escaped as that was all you could manage.

Yeosang slipped out first and came into his condom. He laid on the floor, gasping for air. San thrusted a couple more times before pulling out himself and cumming. After his high ended he placed you on the floor and laid down next to you.

"A better workout right?" He said between breaths.

"Oh shut up San." You rolled your eyes and turned towards Yeosang.

"But we could do it again right?" Yeosang asked you.

"Of course."

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AHHHHH Ive done it!!!

I have at least on post for each memeber. HJ and WY doesn't have a nsfw one but that will be fixed in due time!! I'm gonna finish my pirate on next and post some short fluff until then.

ANYWAYS I hope you ENJOY

[pigeonpeach]

Puppy Love!

Diluc x fem!reader

Cw: none.

He’s been yearning from the start. When you were little and your father would bring you to the winery. He caught sight of you once as you stomped on the grapes. Laughing and giggling. Your smile caught his eye, sending unfamiliar emotions overwhelming his little brain making him panic. He thought he was dying!

He avoided you then. It took some prodding from Adelinde for him to finally open up about his symptoms. To which she couldn’t help but laugh. When his father came home he talked to Diluc about it. He explained that he was in love, that these feelings are normal and nothing to be ashamed of.

Crepus tried to encourage him not to stay stagnant, in the end you two became friends. Strangely the game he wanted to play most with you was house, and he insisted you were the mom and he the dad,Kaeya always as the baby. It was amusing for Crepus and Adelinde seeing him be so protective at such a young age.

Surprisingly though, even as you aged his feelings didn’t disappear. In fact it got worse. Now a young teenager, going through hormones and workouts, he strived to be big and strong so you would fawn over him as you did the other knights. He showed off more, even staying up doing curl ups in hopes he’d get the hardest abs known to men. Always trying to find some excuse to show off his strength when you were around. But now that you were older you figured out he liked you. You giggled and smiled in ways that drove him crazy on purpose. You wanted to beckon him to confess, you liked him too! But he kept putting it off. Deep down Diluc was scared of his love for you. But he promised he’d do it someday! He’d make you his, you two would be wed and bounded for eternity!

His 18th birthday wasn’t what he thought. Nor what you did. Everything changed. Everything. Kaeya suddenly avoided his home after Crepus’s death. He seemed distressed and frustrated. Jean seemed stressed out more than ever. You ended up getting closer to those two in that time. Sure you two played together but you had been busy learning a new trade. You had been studying and just received a acceptance letter from Sumeru. But you couldn’t share in your excitement, it felt wrong to. So you left saying goodbye to Kaeya and Jean.

You put all your energy into studying in Sumeru. You refused to think about Diluc and worry about him. You had wasted your life and childhood pinning for him, did he even love you afterall? Had your flirty advances been misguided. His change in confidence been a oversight? You were heartbroken in many ways. You were sad for Diluc, losing his father, confused about his relationship with Kaeya the brother he was stuck to like glue, and his sudden departure and withdrawal from the Knights. You dated in Sumeru, you wanted to distract yourself, wanted to bury those feelings. You socialized and made friends. You were admired greatly and loved sure but you had wanted it to be him deep down. Wanted him to finally say those words.

When you returned to Mondstadt things had also changed again. Of course you knew, Jean became Acting Grandmaster, Kaeya was now the Calvary Captain, and… Diluc was back? Now it was awkward between you two. He had a face so cold you wondered if he hated something as simple as breathing. It pained you to see him like this. So you focused your attention else were, putting your degree to good use in whatever. It also meant you didn’t visit the Winery much. You couldn’t really bare to go either, it was just too much for you.

Strangely Diluc didn’t seem to approach or even acknowledge you until he noticed a Fatui agent flirting with you one day. You weren’t too into it but hey you have needs too! The guy seemed to get too bold way too quickly. One night at Angel’s share you noticed him glaring him down as he chatted with you, until finally he got a bit rowdy when you said you didn’t feel good. Quickly said agent found himself thrown out upon the first protest out of his mouth.

“Are you okay?” Diluc asked as he walked back to you. You couldn’t help but feel nervous, there wasn’t too many guests tonight.

“Yes in fine. I just drank.. a bit much..” you said, your speech a little slurred. He seemed worried.

“Hold on let me get you something.” He said leaving briefly, he came back with water. “Drink, you’ll feel better.” You did so. Your cheeks were rosy, was it from the alcohol or him? Oh god when did he get so tall? He seemed so hot now! Not just because of his vision too.

“T-thanks. It wasn’t that big of a deal.” You said smiling.

“It was though. I noticed him taking out a vial and I had to get him out. I’ll make sure he never comes back in here.” Diluc spoke with such certainty then. That shaky overconfidence replaced with a more secure and strong voice. You couldnt help but oogle him.

“Do you think you could walk me home after this? I just want to make sure nothing bad happens.” You asked, your hand moved a inch closer to his as you drank some more water.

“Of course, you’ll have to wait till closing though. But I’m more than willing to escort you home.” He said with certainty. You couldn’t help but play with your hair a bit, maybe it was more than the alcohol making you feel more attracted to him, he was quite handsome in that jacket.. those gloves too.. and his arms!

“Of course of course. Although with the fatui being so… active maybe its best I avoid my house for now. Unfortunately the Hotel is all sold out.” You played up your distress noticing how his hair seemed to poof uo at the hint of your fear. As if he was ready to scoop you into his arms and carry you off. Or maybe it’s wishful thinking. But you spent genuine years and decades pining for him so you didn’t have much to lose now.

“You can stay at the Winery for tonight. Don’t worry about anything, Adelinde and I will work something out. We have plenty of guest rooms for you to stay in. I’m certain she’d also be glad to see you again.” He said, his face hid any emotions but his eyes gave him away. You realized he was far more expressive if you just focused on his fiery red eyes. He seemed excited to take you home, almost far too eager. You smiled the same smile that sent him falling head over heels all those years ago, chuckling slightly.

“Oh I’ve heard. I’ve just been too busy to visit. I trust she’s doing well right?” Carefully you moved your hand closer to his. You tried not to look at it but from the corner you could see only a little gap.

“She has been a bit annoyed recently. Apparently her two new hires aren’t too diligent and she often has to make them redo their tasks. She complains they gossip too much.” He says. You smile.

“Oh? Isn’t she a gossip herself?” You said recalling from memory how she loved to talk about the latest drama. Your finger stretched out to gently touch his. He seemed to stiffen.

“Yes but she says that she knows how to balance it. From what I’ve seen she’s right, they often just stand and chat alot. But what about you? I heard you went to Sumeru to study correct?” He asked, his hand moving away slightly making you annoyed.

“Well yeah. Honestly it was quite exhausting. And so pricey too! I ended up often having to forage for food more than i’d like and I ended up accidentally taking hallucinogenic mushrooms once because I didn’t bother to research what was edible and not.” You watched him smile. “But i did have some fun, I went on my first date.” You watched his smile fade as he seemed to grow jealous.

“Oh?” He said.

“Yeah, i had plenty of suitors then, a few nights here and there. It was nice. I’m not in anything committed right though.” You moved your hand closer, this time he didn’t move his. He seemed to be overthinking it. You spotted his brows furrowing.

“What about you? Have you dated anyone?” You asked. He shook his head. “Really?!” You couldn’t hold your surprise.

“Yes. Well I was a bit… busy doing other things.. but nowadays there just isn’t any one quite fit for me.” He said, he seemed to eye you though, you felt emboldened by this. Your hand moving ontop of his.

“If you wait too long you might pass up the opportunity.” You say with a wink. You could hardly believe this was the same man who once fell off his horse because he wanted to impress you. His other hand on yours.

“I-god you’re so beautiful.” He said as if he’d been holding that back for so long. You giggled.

“Really? I’m probably a mess right now. I didn’t really put much care into my appearance today.” You say dismissively.

“No no no. You’re stunning. You’ve always been so beautiful. I just… sometimes it feels like I can’t take my eyes off of you.” He admits. You blush, is finally going to confess?

Unfortunately he seems to get cold feet. Clearing his head and pulling away as he clears his throat. You get annoyed, just how long is planning on waiting here?!

“I-its late. I should start closing.” He says. You sigh defeatedly.

“I understand. Just don’t keep me waiting for too long otherwise I’ll just wander out myself.” You say. He stopped then.

“Actually there is something I’ve been meaning to ask.” He says pausing. You shot straight up In excitement. “I’d like to get dinner with you if that’s alright.” He said. You smiled, his eyes looking upon you with such love. You knew his plan as he finally got the courage.

“Lets make it a date shall we?” You said teasingly. He blushed.

“I-uh… if you would like to sure.” He said nervously smiling. You stood up to his level and pressed a kiss to his cheek boldly. “O-oh i didn’t realize you were this into me.”

“Buddy, you’ve been stringing me along for years now. You aren’t going to get all shy on me now.” You said gently patting his cheek.

“I-i feel like a idiot now.. if i had known you had felt the same I could’ve avoided so much heartbreak.” He sighed as it all came down on him. “Wait… why didn’t you confess then?”

“I wanted you to! I thought you would look the cutest all flustered and stammering!” You said.

“I would not have been that nervous.”

“You are right now.” You smile smugly.

[malebodyexhibit]

Gives an inch, takes a mile (a free commission tale)

I nuzzled my face into my boyfriend’s chest. After his gym workout, he smelled so good. I was usually not into the smell of sweat or BO, but smelling his musk with lavender body wash was soothing as he held me in his arm. His body warmed me through my gray pullover. He knew I didn’t jock out like him. I was a bit of a geek. I preferred to stay in and play video games; but I hoped the home-cooked meals, muscle massages, and my love were enough. Yet, he posed with me in a selfie for his Facebook. He did his best to capture his good side and mine as well, but I didn’t have many good sides. Not like him. Leaning against him, I could feel his muscles and the bulge of his erection. I tried to think that it was for me, but he was still friends with his ex on Facebook. That was who the pictures were for. It was a silent competition between the two of them.

“Look at my cute boyfriend whom I snuggle with after a hard gym workout!” My boyfriend’s selfie implied. He’d take pictures of my home-cooked meals with heart emojis. Then some of us while we hung out with friends. All of this to “get back” at his ex. An emotionally manipulative asshole.

The type of asshole who posted obvious bulge pics on Facebook. He flaunted his body like it was God’s gift. He always did lewd gestures with his tongue and fingers. His photos always had him showing off his muscles, posing with other men, and partying. I tried to tell myself that my boyfriend was over him, because that dick would tease him. He would share my boyfriend’s secrets with his friends behind his back. He made my boyfriend do sexual things that made him uncomfortable. My boyfriend told me that his ex even had him wear a chastity belt to work. If he wanted it off, he’d have to beg his ex to unlock him, but his ex wouldn’t until my boyfriend submitted to him and sucked him off. This wasn’t even mentioning the times his ex cheated with other guys and gaslit my boyfriend into thinking it was his fault.

I kept think why my boyfriend had put up with it for so long. But I knew the answer.

It’s because he’s hot obviously. He had the abs, the shoulders, and the 12-inch cock that would make men put up with his shit. Someone like me had to rely on kindness and being a decent human being. I loved my boyfriend so much and wondered why he just didn’t settle down with me. If I was hot, then he would have proposed to me already. But I was just too kindhearted and unremarkable.

But I heard about a different website that could help me… It was an underground thing that was spread by word of mouth. A man walking down the street stopped me and looked me up and down. He said, “I think I got something for you.” He told me about the website and that it was built for “people like you.” The website promised to make you the “man of your lover’s dreams.” The website could make me his ex.

Well.. it did more than that. I entered my and my boyfriend’s information. It promised to turn me into someone my boyfriend loved. Someone he wanted with his whole body and mind. The next morning, I was in his ex’s body.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I played with his light-brown hair, so fair and soft unlike my original hair. I ran my hands over my biceps, then my abs. The first time I ever had abs! His body was so sensitive and I was so turned on my the sight of me controlling his ex’s body that I felt myself getting hard. I pulled down his underwear and saw the massive cock. I understood why so many people wanted this asshole now. I stroked one out right there. My jizz sprayed over my abs and chest. He had a long reach. I dug through his laundry hamper and pulled out clothes. They smelled ripe, but I noticed he didn’t have much clean clothes.

I had access to his memories and I knew that around this time he would be at the gym. That’s when I realized my boyfriend and his ex went around the gym at the same time. In his ex’s memories, I saw that they checked each other out while they worked out. They showered just a few feet apart. The whole time his ex would tease and mock my boyfriend by showing off his body to him. Not anymore.

I headed to the gym and found my boyfriend there. We made eye contact and throughout my workout, I watched my boyfriend watching me in the body of his ex. And let me tell you, it was hard to workout with a massive erection. I kept taking breaks to find ways to hide my boner. But this body was so hot, I eventually went to the showers to finish up. Then my boyfriend came in. He tried to keep things casual, saying hi and doing his shower. But I couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“Babe, it’s me.” I then told my boyfriend everything that happened. How I switched bodies and how I was his ex now. My boyfriend was shocked but suddenly realized it was me when I told him I loved him. “Wouldn’t it be awesome if I stayed in this body?” I said, smiling. “You could have a sweet boyfriend and an incredibly hot one too.”

“But, I thought you hated him?” My boyfriend said. “Every time I mentioned what he did to me, you always got mad that someone treated me so badly.”

“Yes, but I know you like his body—don’t deny it. He’s pretty hot. I got to rub one out and I honestly want to see what else it can do.” I held my boyfriend and took a picture. I loved how I look and how small my boyfriend was now.

The next few weeks were awesome. I cared for my boyfriend and gave him the attention he needed. I cooked for him and let him top this hot body, something his ex would never let him do. The first time after he tried to pin me down (he’s shorter than my new body) and shot a load in my ass, he held me and told me he loved me. He asked if it was almost the right time to get married. I was excited, but kept my cool. I told him, let’s get used to the changes first. We kissed and he explored my body with his mouth.

Some of the new changes were that my boyfriend wanted me to go with him to the gym though. And I actually got into it. I hardly play video games anymore or do that geeky shit, but I love pumping iron. The guys at the gym also can’t help checking me out. My boyfriend started to get insecure, but I tried to reassure him that I loved him and wouldn’t cheat, unless he got fat. I meant it as a joke, but he took it pretty seriously. He started working out a bit more, and I loved the results actually. So sometimes I would poke his stomach just to give him a reminder. I found that my boyfriend also had trouble making me cum during sex. He tried his best to satisfy me, but I jokingly asked if he needed another guy to help. So now I top him. It’s just easier for us that way. I also noticed I was getting cocky. The past day I got sidetracked at the gym. I was chatting with these couple hotties and just having a casual flirt. I mean it’s not cheating unless I actually fuck them, right? Well, I told my boyfriend he needed to cook dinner since I was busy. He threw a big fit, so I just decided to eat some ass. The two bros I met at the gym took me back to their place and I went to town tonguing their holes and fingering them open. While I fucked one, the other jerked off and came on me. I didn’t even wash up when I got back home. I wanted my boyfriend to see he couldn’t take me for granted.

Now I don’t even care if my boyfriend goes with me to the gym as long as he is facedown on the bed when I get home so I can pound his ass. He’s so afraid that I’d leave him. I understand why his ex was so hard on him. Give him 12 inches and he tries to take a mile. You got to keep him down so he knows who the alpha is.

[pumpkin-patch-chronicles]

Cameron's New Look

By: PumpkinPatchChronicles

The time was already thirty minutes to eight and Cameron was rushing to find anything he could wear. He'd been invited to a pre-Halloween party and as usual put off getting anything done until the last minute. Cameron wasn't really the type of person to plan ahead unless it was a workout routine at the gym. To his credit he would be considered quite a specimen.

Coming in at 6'3" and just at 195 lbs his body was the definition of what a lot of men aspired to. His arm were impressive and veined, even in resting positions. His torso was well sculpted with a nice set of semi abs and a hairy chest that could bounce with the slightest of movement. His legs (the thickest parts of him) were well toned and covered in soft hairs, the feeling of rubbing them like rubbing a stone wrapped in fine cloth. Looking at his face and head, it resembled something like you'd find in a health magazine; well sculpted with a close shaven head and facial hair, eyes bluish green and a smile that'd make anyone melt. While Cameron loved his appearance, he also loved his package; surrounded in kept up pelvic hair, it came in at a whopping 6" soft and 10.5" at full mast with a set of eggs that'd make a hen cry for days if they had to lay them.

In order to keep this physique in top tier shape he'd spend hours making sure his weekly routine, diet, and environment were at their most, which brings us back to his current dilemma. Cameron left little time to anything external to himself (bills, appointments, schedules not related to his gym routine, etc.) and now he was whirling around his flat desperate to put something together for his friend's party. Typically he wouldn't really care, but he hadn't seen his friend in months due to being over seas for a job and he wanted to catch up before he'd have to go off again for another few months.

As he combed through the numerous closets in his flat he managed to only find a handful of things to fashion together. His costume consisted only of a pair of short top combat boots, a European style bathing suit, and a Jack-O-Lantern pail he'd gotten at a gym event for the season. As time grew closer he looked in despair and said that what he had would have to do, he'd go as some sort of sexy beach goer (he figured). As he rushed out the door and jogged down the street to his friends three blocks away he wasn't pleased with his costume but was excited to see his friend again.

The night was crisp and partly cloudy, allowing the stars and moon to peek through here and there. All the small businesses and town homes had some sort of festive decor to them, offering plenty of visual appeal to the area. The streets were quiet not quite being Halloween, which was somewhat a relief given Cameron's near naked appearance running through the neighborhood. Despite his reservations he still wished he was able to have done more for the party. As he rounded the corner (being nearly there) he immediately stopped in his tracks at what he saw.

There in the center of the sidewalk was a freshly carved Jack-O-Lantern, dark on the inside with a somewhat sinister expression. Cameron looked around puzzled as to why someone would just leave a Jack-O-Lantern lying in the middle of the sidewalk, but quickly lost interest. He walked up and lifted the pumpkin to examine it thoroughly since it was just there. Despite it's size the weight wasn't that bad, maybe only 5 lbs, and wasn't at all damp or wet outside or inside. That's when Cameron got an idea, since this was just sitting here and didn't look to belong to any home or business in particular he'd wear it to the party and be a sexy pumpkin man. With a new air of excitement and optimism he took the pumpkin in hand an quickly finished his journey to his friends.

Arriving at the stoop to his friend's apartment, he quickly dawned the Jack-O-Lantern he'd found on the sidewalk and entered the main hall. As he made his way to his friend's door he was pleasantly surprised at the pumpkin he now wore on his shoulders. It didn't smell at all, wasn't gooey or wet inside (as he'd noticed before), and the light weight really was easy to carry. In a matter of moments he'd made it to his friend's door and was greeted by a roar of clatter, laughter, and holiday merriment.

Almost immediately he was the center of attention, being barely clothed with a solid physique that caught the eyes of the women and men there. His friend gave a chuckle, thanked him for coming and brought Cameron into one of several small groups to mingle. Throughout the party Cameron conversed, drank, joked around, and flexed for anyone who asked (regardless of sex or orientation), he really was in his element. As time grew closer to midnight Cameron began to notice that his head felt a bit off.

Reflecting on the evening he had been drinking a bit much (more than he usually did given his strict dieting) and chalked his odd feelings to that. Yet as the time got closer to midnight his head became more and more unusual feeling. He soon excused himself from the party and entered a bathroom off the living room just down the hall. As he shut the door he sat his prop on the counter and looked into the mirror. He looked at his reflection to see his hairy toned body topped with the Jack-O-Lantern and couldn't help but feel a bit aroused. He was no stranger to getting in a mood over his own appearance and now wasn't any exception. The Jack-O-Lantern head actually added a new element to his appearance that really gave him a twitch in his loins. Regardless of his mood, he still felt his head get more and more unusual.

He figured that maybe he'd worn the pumpkin too long an needed a break to get his bearings again, and soon went to remove it from his shoulders, then midnight struck. As his hands grasped the sides of the pumpkin his head went numb, then he felt his face fall into the front inner wall of the pumpkin against the carved face. Within a few seconds he felt fine again, but despite still feeling his body he found he could no longer control it. Peeking through the carving once more he saw that he was still standing in front of the mirror, hands still grasping the sides of the pumpkin, but regardless of what he tried he couldn't budge from that position. Then as unexpectedly as he had fallen forward, he felt his arms lift the pumpkin off his shoulders and held it over the sink. Cameron soon became perplexed; he felt his body take the pumpkin off, yet his vision was still from the perspective of inside it. His arms soon began to gently shake the pumpkin up and down until a solid thud hit the sink.

Cameron quickly went from perplexed to shocked, his vision now out of the pumpkin but inside the sink. Confused and worried he felt his arms move back towards his body, pumpkin in hand, and felt the fruit placed back on his shoulders. Soon Cameron felt his arms move again, his hands now grasping either side of his fuzzy face and the sensation of being lifted up, seeing himself leave the inside of the sink. He felt himself being turned around by his own arms to find himself staring down his body with the pumpkin on his shoulders as it's head. Unable to speak he tired to say something (anything at all) yet found himself unable to make a sound. With another gentle plop his head was now on the counter facing his body, his arms retreating back to his sides, the Jack-O-Lantern now looking down at him.

Concern in his face, Cameron tried to ask what was going on, his toned body just standing there. It soon became clear however that Cameron no longer was on his body, the new owner of it validating this realization by grabbing a hand mirror on the counter and facing it to Cameron's detached head on the edge of the counter. All Cameron could do was try to get the words out to call for help, while his body sat the mirror down and grabbed the pail Cameron had brought with him. As Cameron looked on, giving up on his plan to call for help, his body began to bounce it's pecs, his right hand slowly making it's way to a slow forming erection. Cameron felt the mood his body was in and with no way of controlling it, he soon faced the reality that his body's new owner wished to explore it's new situation, with Cameron's head as a toy for exploration.

[growingstories]

Jonathan

Jonathan Beck, a renowned fitness influencer with a massive social media following, had established himself as a fitness expert. With his app and monthly fitness columns, he was making a comfortable living. His expertise and popularity caught the attention of Men's Health magazine, who offered him a monthly column on fitness nutrition. Jonathan's first column focused on the carnivore diet, which he thoroughly enjoyed, especially the restaurant located right below his apartment. This restaurant happened to be one of the best meat joints in town, and the owner, Berney, greatly appreciated Jonathan's positive impact on his business. The owner extended an open invitation to Jonathan to eat at his restaurant anytime.

To escape the monotony of working from home, Jonathan began writing his columns from the restaurant. Berney, being a generous host, would always bring him a substantial serving of entrecote. As weeks went by, Jonathan found himself visiting the restaurant regularly - both for his columns and to craft fitness programs for his followers. It became a gathering spot for Jonathan's followers, who would often drop by to discuss food fitness and.

The success of Jonathan's monthly column led to an extension of his collaboration with Men's Health magazine. He even landed a cover shoot and an interview. Additionally, he was given the responsibility of creating monthly meal plans for the's magazine subscribers. But, a few weeks before his photoshoot, Jonathan noticed that his abs were slightly obscured by a layer of fat.

In a desperate attempt to prepare for the shoot, he resorted to a crash diet, a practice he never endorsed on his platform due to his belief in body positivity. Miraculously, the crash diet worked, and within three weeks, his abs were once again prominently visible in the photos.

With the increasing workload, Jonathan realized that he needed assistance with his own fitness program and social media. He hired a young fitness enthusiast, Mark, to help him manage his tasks. They decided to have weekly meetings at Berney's restaurant, which meant that Jonathan's visits became more elaborate. He would start with a healthy breakfast of avocado, eggs, and steak, conduct his meetings, and then indulge in a lavish lunch, often accompanied by Berney's special cake.

Oblivious to the consequences, Jonathan's abs were once again hidden beneath a layer of fat. However, his growing popularity continued to attract more followers, and the decided magazine to offer him a prominent position as their creative director. This meant that Jonathan had to spend a few days a week in meetings with the team, while the rest of his work was carried out from Berney's restaurant. Unfortunately, amidst his newfound success, Jonathan neglected his own fitness. His belly began protruding, and Berney would jokingly poke fun at his weight during his visits. Berney graciously allowed Jonathan to sample all his new dishes, which Jonathan would eagerly devour. Meanwhile, Mark, who remained strict with his own diet, took over the task of filming workout videos.

Weeks turned into months, and Jonathan found himself completely out of shape. He casually dismissed his ex-jock physique, claiming that he was merely bulking up. One day, Jonathan crossed paths with the publishing director, Peter Stanford, who barely recognized him due to his weight gain. Peter, aware of Jonathan's love for food, offered him an enticing opportunity. He proposed a new venture called "The Big 500," a book reviewing the top 500 restaurants in the US, to be published every five years. Peter wanted Jonathan to undertake the task, which would require him to visit and review all 500 restaurants. Lured by the prospect, Jonathan accepted the offer, fully aware that it would take an immense amount of time and dedication. He shared the news with Mark, who now had additional responsibilities. To compensate, Mark received a pay raise and shares in the company. Berney, proud of their achievements, offered them a large piece of cake and champagne to celebrate.

Jonathan meticulously planned his schedule, intending to visit three restaurants each week. He would conduct his meetings remotely during the day and visit the restaurants at night. After three days in city each, he would return to Berney's to write his reviews. Berney, known for his kindness, would provide snacks to help Jonathan stay focused, and Jonathan happily indulged. The next day, Jonathan would catch up with Mark and discuss business matters. On the remaining office days, he would dedicate his time to the publishing company. Unbeknownst to him, his clothes began straining against his expanding waistline.

Recognizing the need for speed, Jonathan decided to review six restaurants per week, thereby saving time for lunch reservations. This meant that every day he visited two restaurants, enjoyed Berney's snacks, consumed airline food, and indulged in office donuts. The consequences were dire. His weight started ballooning, and rumors began circulating about his physical transformation. Determined not to give up publically, Jonathan resumed working out at the gym, utilizing his own fitness program. However, he soon realized that he had become incredibly out of shape. The strain on his clothes reminded him of his former fit self, and he resolved to get back in shape. With determination, Jonathan hit the gym every morning for a month, striving to reclaim his previous physique. He pushed himself, even though he struggled to perform basic exercises.

One day, while in the office, he stumbled upon a box of supplement bars and decided to forego his usual snacking habits. Oblivious to the fact that they were weight gainers, he enjoyed a few and took some home. He requested more bars from the office, assuming they were a healthier alternative to airline food. The office promptly ordered a large supply. Jonathan continued devouring the bars during his travels, unaware of their purpose. Weeks passed, and his clothes grew tighter once again. He struggled even to tie his shoes due to his expanding belly. His arms had also grown significantly, which he attributed to his intense workouts. It was only when Mark noticed him eating another bar that he questioned Jonathan's choice. Mark, having read an article about the bars, informed Jonathan that they were indeed weight gainers.

Jonathan halted his consumption of the bars, but his calorie intake remained high. Unwilling to abandon his goal of completing the book, he continued on his path, accepting the progressive weight gain as a cost of his ambition. Months flew by, and after two years of relentless work, Jonathan had successfully met his deadline. His book was ready for release. Despite the challenges of his weight, he felt a sense of accomplishment. Peter, satisfied with Jonathan's performance, made him the creative director of the entire publishing company and offered to buy his fitness platform.

Jonathan weighed his options and eventually accepted the offer, understanding that this transition would provide a more structured and manageable pace. After dedicating himself wholeheartedly for two years, he had achieved his goals and set himself up for a successful future.

[swabian-princess]

5 life lections with me

Hey girlies,

I’ve come across many delusional posts in the last few weeks and I‘ve wanted to put my two cents.

Please, take all of this with a grain of salt because I am only twentythree and not some old oracle.

Lection 1: You probably won’t marry a billionaire, no matter what you do  

I know, many feminity and levelling up influencers tell you that eveything is possible if you do this and that.

Some swear that manifestation works and some tell that Jesus Christ himself blessed them after they joined certain church groups.

Okay, but let’s speak facts: the chances that you’re marrying a billionaire are very low.

The chances that you’re marrying a young, good looking, wants you to be at stay at home girlfriend billionaire are even lower. Those men have their established social circles and tend to marry women within those circles. If you don’t have the right background, social network and education it’s nearly impossible for you to get in those circles.

However, your chances on marrying a handsome looking, appropriate aged man with a good paying job are very high if you put the work into it. I‘m talking surgeons, dentists, lawyers or engineers.

Lection 2: You have to do the work

My dear @memoirsofmimimango recently wrote a post about modern trends (highly recommend checking out her blog, she’s speaking straight facts.) and she touched the subject manifestation.

YES, manifestation can alter your thoughts and put you in a better headspace to stay motivated and reach your goals but that’s it.

You won’t get abs because you wrote it 36 times on a piece of paper, no. You’ll have to eat right and work out.

You won’t magically find your soulmate because you wrote down a character description of them and put it under your pillow, no. You’ll have to go out, meet people and actually talk to them in order to build a relationship, wether it’s platonic or not.

Lection 3: Learn from your mistakes and forgive yourself

Everybody makes mistakes. Everybody. Yes, maybe those mistakes hurt like hell and drag you back down to rock bottom but you have to move on.

You have to move on and forgive yourself, even if it hurts a lot and even if you loose people on your way.

Let’s say you fail 9 times but have succes at your 10th try – you would never know if you didn’t try it one more time.

Lection 4: Value friendships

I go out and make an effort to make friends and keep them. It is so important that you have a couple friends you can trust. Yet, like every relationship friendships are not build over night.

We live in a time with unlimited messenger options, please, for the love of god – text your friends. Call them. Ask them how they are. Make them feel important and valued.

Lection 5: Health is wealth

It is so important to be healthy. Physically and psychically.

I live in Germany and I am very privileged to have 40 paid vacation days. I schedule those days so that I can have at least a few days off every few months and time for a bigger vacation every six months so that I don’t burn out.

I also go out of my way to eat healthy, cook and prepare fresh food and try to stay away from drugs, alcohol and cigarettes.

I get bloodwork done regularly and supplement accordingly. I’ll have to work on my workout routine but I try to get my 10k steps in every day.

Don’t take your health for granted, you’re still young and many people only think about how they’ll look and feel when they’re 80+.

Well, but between your twenties and eighties there are also a few years and you still want to look and feel good when you’re 40 or 60, so work on your health.

Selene  

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

“You’re hired!” Blake took a photo of himself in his new workout gear. It has been a long time coming from his time of unemployment and now he finally had a job. Admittedly it wasn’t the best but it was still something that he could do to bring in money. He had tried for a while to get a job in the career that we majored in college in but she the pandemic happened it seemed like all the jobs in his friend has disappeared. Becoming obsolete. Leaving him with no other option that to get a job doing something he aspired to avoid. A blue collar worker. Going back to his apartment he was dreading the new work day that would follow them in the morning.

His alarm blared first thing alerting him that it was time to get out of bed while his work day would start at 7am. He struggled to get out of bed but when he did he was ready for his new job in no time. And just managed to clock into work on time. Going through training was. A grueling process. Learning the right way to be a pipe picker was proving to be harder than he expected.

“You’re pretty slow. You need to pick up the pace” his trainer told him and he could hear the snickering from over his shoulder while the other men on the site laughed at him. When he looked their way they would turn their gaze and pretend like they weren’t listening to him being scolded for his slow movements. “If you don’t pick up the pace you’re going to lose this job faster than you even got it. Understood?” Blake shook his head. He couldn’t help but listen to his failure as it was handed to him. When the work day came to an end he clocked out and made his way home. Kicking rocks as he walked the streets home. Each rock he kicked he wished that he could just fit in at the job. To be the best worker so he didn’t end up homeless. He wanted to be the most experienced man there so the men laughing at him would have their asses handed to to them. He smirked thinking about his made up victory as he continued to kick rocks wishing that his hopes and dreams would come true. Even if this wasn’t what he expected after going to college.

The alarm started blaring the next morning. Again, rushing to get ready so he wouldn’t be late, Blake made it to work just in time before the clock flipped over signaling his failure to be on time. He today he picked up the pave as fast as he could though. before he knew it he was completely the tasks faster and faster. He didn’t even realize that his arms had started to bulk up slightly with muscle as his abs began to form a perfect chiseled six pack. While his chest began to jut out slightly as his pecs beefed up. His legs began muscular while his feet became longer making his toes curl and scrunch in his shoes as they got to small for his expanding feet.

“Time to leave Blake!” Heard the trainer yell and the work day was done. Kicking the rocks on the way home Blake still wasn’t even aware of the changes. Mostly as his iq had began to drop slightly to fit into his new role in life. He did notice his shoes weren’t fitting right though and he needed to do something about that with his next pay check. When he got home, he cracked open a beer and sat on the couch after taking off his hi vis work best.

Turning the beer back and drinking it all in one day was ideal for him. The thing he had been waiting for all day. He did t even notice that his apartment t began to get smaller as it got dirtier. Grungier as it began to smell of sweat and filth. His work boots remained on his feet as he seemingly forgot they were too small for him. After a few beers Blake passed out on the couch.

As Blake slept his body continued to change. His youth as a muscular blue collar worker was short lived as his body began to age. Soon a thick coating of hair covered him from head to. All a mixture of white, grey and black hair. His abs lost all definition as his gut inflated giving him a hard gut that would only come from years of drinking beer. The hair on his head fell out leaving him completely bald while he continued to age to 58 years old. His knees would hurt when he woke up from carrying the weight of his cut and all the lifting he did his body daily as a blue collar pipe picker. His back would ache from the same issues as well. His hands thicker as they became calloused and hairy to fit his new body. While his feet finished growing at 16w. Tattoos began to form across his body in thick faded designs that would only come from years of working outside and not taking care of your skin. But even rose would be hard to see under all the hair that covered his body. His iq settled at 80. A long drop from the 125 he once had before. Leaving him just smart enough to complete his job now.

The alarm clock buzzed and Blake woke up yelping slightly as his knees and back hurt like hell. He grumbled to himself in his joe deeper huskier voice but made himself get up. He had a new employee to train today. He had to show this man the good part about being a pipe picker after all.

[fitnessmantram]

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[fitnessmentor]

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[caitlynnrosespn]

My Just Dance Story

So, I know this is SO RANDOM but I wanted to fully share my story for why I love Just Dance and what brought me into this community. I have a long story of why Just Dance means so much to me, so here I am! Oh, and quick TW: I will talk about... a bunch of stuff, so warnings for ab*se (all kinds), body shaming, su*cide, depression, and whatever else I forgot! (Don't worry it's a happy story!! I promise!!)

Dance is always something near and dear to my heart. When I was tiny I would watch dancers on TV and try to mimic them to the best of my ability. I mean, I was there for the Single Ladies dance challenge, meaning I remember the very first dance challenge. I loved to move and express myself, but there were some challenges with that. One, I wasn't allowed to go to dance classes like my sisters were allowed to. I was forced to stay at home at all times, because my dad was abusing me and my sisters and i was the only one without a filter. Two, I was also being sold to men my dad worked with to help pay off bills, and the injuries from that were more clear then the ones from the physical abuse (don't panic- i was drugged the whole time. I don't remember much from that) so my dancing expertise came entirely from whatever I could sneak online (there's a very old video of me doing a cheer-leading routine online, which I will not try to find cuz you can see my dad in the background).

When I was 7, my sister was able to finally tell the right people what was going on and got us out of there. When I tell you I wouldn't be around anymore if it wasn't for her, I'm not being dramatic. My bio dad threatened to kill me on multiple occasions, and I'm sure it was bound to actually happen at some point. I also managed to make the local news, so everyone knew what had happened. But while at a foster house, I first played Just Dance. It was 2012, so I played Just Dance 4. At that time it was just a way for me to have fun with all my sisters before we were permanently separated from each other, but that memory will always be a happy one for me (first ever map was Good Feeling btw).

I was put into a foster home, where I was for 2 years before getting adopted. And while things improved drastically, there were still some issues there. My adopted dad was emotionally abusive, breaking me in a different way. I am a curvy person, and him not understanding that curvy bodies are still healthy, enforced tow eating disorders in me and taught to absolutely torture my body with workouts. He didn't believe I should be a dancer, because, in his words, "no one wants to see you jiggling all that around" and "boys don't like cellulite" (cuz i only danced for boys-obviously.) Others also said that dancing made me a slut. So I quickly gave up my dreams of being a dancer. I became depressed, and soon had to be sent to a psychiatric ward after attempting to take my own life. I was 11.

But I wish that the Just Dance team could have seen the effect that playing Just Dance had on a bunch of depressed teens. Just Dance 4 ironically was the only thing they let us play, but the transformation was visceral. We went from angry, depressed, and terrified teens to a group of lifelong friends, cheering each other on and absolutely killing cheoreos. It was then I realized- I could still dance if I could just have my hands on this game.

So I had a friend who had JD 2015. We loved playing together (my favorite map was Happy- obviously.) But I begged my parents to get me my own JD game. They got me JD 2016, and I loved every second of it. I also at the time was online more, so I grew very fond of dancers like Avery, Of Hugo and Jayden Rodriquez. I also found the official dancers of Just Dance, like Jessy, Mehdhi, and Sarah Magassa. I fell in love with their dance and dreamed of dancing like them one day.

But my dad quickly caught on to my scheme, and shamed me out of playing, even encouraging my siblings to do the same. When that didn't work, he banned the game completely. Heartbroken, and having no time to spare due to musical theater (which my mom thankfully got me into) I once again quite any dreams of being a dancer.

But fast forward to 2022. I kind of still watched stuff about Just Dance, but I was beyond out of the loop. But one day I got home, and my dad had accidentally locked me out of the house. (you make me feeell like I've been locked out of-ok i'm done sorry) So, with two hours to go before my dad came back, I opened YouTube and there it was- The Ubisoft Forward for Just Dance 2023. It had been the day before, so I decided to watch it. Beside the initial confusion (is that Shirley? Why is Jessy blue? Huh?) I was so amazed by the game and fell immediately in love with the game. But I became obsessed when I saw HER.

A curvy coach. Yes, I know she was in other games leading up to this, but I was out of the loop by then. So when I saw a dancer who looked just like me (same hair at this point too!) it just hit me.

What the hell was I doing? Who had the right to tell me what to do with my body? Why was I letting others destroy my dreams, just because they didn't think I was worthy enough of them? Yeah, fuck that.

So I did everything I could to get the game. On launch day I biked 24 miles away from my house to the nearest gamestop to buy the game, lying to my dad and saying I was buying my friend a birthday gift. Honestly, it was one of the best nights of my life, cuz I remember feeling like I was reclaiming myself. I felt free.

And that's what Just Dance means to me. It symbolizes freedom, a new birth. It gives me hope. It is currently helping me reclaim the love for dance that so many people tried to destroy. So thank you to the loving and supporting community, the amazing team, and everyone who has helped me on this journey. From the bottom of my heart, I love you all <3

[ilydeku]

Workout...right? | izuku x reader

"...30 more seconds y/n!-"

"AGHHH!" You grunted as the core of your abs throbbed in pain. You've only been doings planks for 8 minutes, but the time felt like hours.

You turned your head to Izuku. Sure, he was sweating and all, but it seemed like nothing to him. In fact, he was smiling. This was all fun to him; going beyond limits while working out, waking up to a stiff sore body.

"...and done!" Your body collapsed to the mat in exhaustion, diluting it in sweat. The vibrations or treadmills and weights hitting the floor rumbled through your body. Izuku grabbed his gallon water bottle, nearly chugging down half the fill.

"Great. Let's go home."

"Home?" He laughed, twisting the cap back onto the bottle. "We've only gotten through the warmup! Now it's time to lift!" You groaned, sitting up and crossing your legs. He handed you the bottle to drink.

"You're joking. That was the warmup? All those 10 set 20 reps of exercise? Never working out with you again."

"Hehe you don't mean that. You enjoy anything we do together, plus you wanted a feel of how my daily workouts are, right?"

"...shut up."

You and Izuku took a 5-minute break, taking a breather, and resting on the bench press. After, you both starting on lifting dumbbells. Though, you moved on after seeing Izuku lifting over 60-pound ones. You went off and did your own thing of using the treadmills and stair climbers while Izuku stayed around the weight-lifting area. Agility has always been more of your stronger suit than strength anyways. From time to time, you'd look over in Izuku's direction. Every time you just decided to glance over, he'd be doing something that never failed to amaze you. Whether that be bench pressing over 1000 pounds or deadlifting over 2000. What a sight to behold. He turned the heads of the men working out around him. Compared to him they looked so small and weak. You found it amusing when some even came up to him, probably asking for tips and tricks. But it wasn't funny when some girl came up. You frowned as you watched the action unfold.

"Hi! I'm new here!" The girl smiled, interrupting his routine on

"Hello! Welcome! This gym has a lot of equipment to offer, so go ahead and explore for yourself."

"I couldn't help but notice you out of the other people here! Are you a professional trainer? I saw you helping these guys a while ago." She leaned in a little, failing to grab his attention.

"Oh! I'm actually not. Just a friendly average guy working out. Not a professional trainer." By this time, Izuku had let go of the equipment and was intently listening to the girl. You frowned. You couldn't hear what was going on, so couldn't really tell her to go away.

"I see. That's unfortunate for me." She crossed her arms and pouted, puffing up her cheeks for effect.

"Well if you really need help on working out, I could lend you some time."

"Really!?" She exclaimed rather too loudly. "Thank you so much!" They then started going through the routine that you just recently endured. You laughed a little at how embarrassing she looked as she struggled to make it halfway through the exercises. Though you may have struggled, at least you made it through the whole routine.

"H...Hey." She huffed, as they took a breather. "I heard on social media that squats or whatever are good for you. Can we try them?" She asked, snaking an arm around his. Izuku frowned, pulling his arm away from her, but managed to keep his cheery outlook in continuation. You began coming closer to the weight area, just enough to hear what was going on.

"Uhm...Sure!" He began by getting into the starting position. The girl followed after. "The stance and core of squats are the most important when it comes to squats." He began squatting down halfway. "When you do it, don't go all the way down. Try to make your thighs as parallel to the ground as possible. When you go back up, do it slowly-"

THUMP

"Oops. I fell hehe! Do you mind helping me up?" He turned to see the girl sitting on the floor who was amused at the situation. Izuku offered her a hand and helped her back to her feet. None of this was very funny to you though. 'I fell' my ass.

"Sorry. It's my first time doing workouts like this." The girl kept a hard grip on Izuku's hand.

"Ahh don't worry! Everyone's like this on their first time."

"...who are you anyway? What's your name? You're, like, totally my type of guy." She clasped her other hand around his, inching closer to him. "From the way smile and the way you act, your handsome face...What are you doing after this? I'd be up for a cup of coffee!"

"HEY IZUKU-"

"No thanks." He tightly grasped both of her wrists in one hand and lightly pushed her away. He might've even bruised them unintentionally. "Sorry, but, I have a beautiful girlfriend waiting for me." He smiled as he turned in your direction and began walking over to you. Your face heats up as the girl watches as he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek in advance. "This is my girlfriend." He declared audible enough for the people around to hear. The girl was in shock. How embarrassing it must've been for her.

"...Huh?"

"Just so I'm clear, girlfriend as in I'm in a committed loving relationship. Meaning I'm taken. You understand right?"

"Oh..well...right...then excuse me!" She quickly turned away and walked out of sight to the far end of the gym. You were amazed at how confident and assertive Izuku was. It suited him and it was honestly very attractive. You stared at Izuku as he grabbed his gear and set the equipment back where it was. The fluttery feeling was driving you crazy, but it only showed how much you loved him.

"Should we get going now y/n?"

inspired by this one webtoon called maybe meant to be. read it or I'll skin your family

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