#jawline trainer

[dramarnathandentalcare]

Top 5 Exercises for the Jawline: Tone and Define Your Look

Most people strive for a chiseled jawline because it enhances the face’s elegance and proportion. People frequently believe that this is dictated by one’s DNA. However, this is not true. You can truly work out the muscles that surround your jaw. Specific types of exercises can also be used to train the muscles in the jaw and certain parts of the neck.  In this blog, we will learn about five…

[quixot1sm]

tried to draw my version of hilbert (bw arc) as close to the pokemon style as possible while still being recognizable as My hilbert. i dont think i succeeded but it was a fun experiment nonetheless. how do people do this

[env0]

Water - Fighting Type Gym Leader vibes.

"You'll be crashed against the shore if you think you can beat me!"

[cthonic-bunny]

1. Natal Chart Observations

1. Libra Moon: decision paralysis that comes from feeling two contradicting ways about an issue. “I want my cake but I want to eat it too.” I feel like libra moons are the most sentimental of the air moon signs. Libra moons can constantly weigh out the pros and cons for every emotion you feel. “I want to do this but I don’t want to deal with how messy it’ll make things.” When libra moons are feeling a little lost, they can over-schedule themselves and their commitments to friends to avoid thinking about overly-vulnerable feelings. There is zero tolerance for imbalance in relationships. Poor behavior from a partner will be met with matched behavior to tip the scales back to a balanced one, even if the overall locational of the scale is descending into negativity. “You get what you give” mentality. Libra moons can be keen on the idea of karma. “Come to me with sweetness, or don’t come to me at all.” Daydreaming about romance is a relaxing way to pass time. Before maturity, libra moons might suffer from social anxieties when they find themselves in group settings where there isn’t a cohesive vibe. If someone around a libra moon doesn’t look like they are having a good time, it subconsciously makes it difficult for a libra moon to relax. The libra moon will then play the role of a diplomat or host/hostess to ensure the vibes equalize to restore their peace.

2. Mars in the 10th house: these natives are always making money. They are known for their side hustles too. They are always looking for new ways to make money and I feel like they are good at getting clientele. They will get their hands dirty for their job. For a man, this can point to a “blue collar ‘manly’ job.” I noticed 10H mars can be pretty generous with their money and services, but feel extremely terrible about getting help from others. If these natives aren’t confident where they are in their career or skill set(s), I noticed that they are likely to undersell themselves or undercharge for their services/time. It can also point to people in the workplace as perceiving the 10H mars person to be brash and outspoken. The authority figures in their career can feel a sense of competition with the 10H mars person, or wants to humble them in some way. I feel like it’s really easy for them to get good jobs or climb up the ladder when they do things the right way. They get impatient when they aren’t growing in their careers as fast as they want to. “Why am I not a millionaire yet.” They work hard for what they want and are very ambitious once they find their niche. I feel like these are often people who can find jobs that don’t necessarily need a degree. Their career mistakes feel explosive. They can be seen as “sharks” in their fields because they go in for the attack. They like to be the best and the most competent at what they do, and want their colleagues to see them as competition. “I’m the best and no one will tell me otherwise.” They can be known for being assertive and extremely determined in meeting their goals. They will work themselves to the core and utilize all their energy towards elevating themselves career and reputation wise.

3. Mars in the 1st House: These people might often be noticed for their bodies. They might be seen as someone you shouldn’t mess around with. They look athletic. Maybe they are known for fitness or for being athletic. These natives can be associated with the military, and probably look incredible in their uniforms. This is a man-eater or womanizer placement, for sure. “I get what I want when I want it.” They look like they have a rough exterior, even if they are sweethearts. They can be into martial arts. Commanding presence. They can make wonderful personal trainers. Regardless of gender, they can come off as being comfortable with their masculine energy. Reds look great on them. They might have thick eyebrows and a nice jawline. They look attractive when they are angry. They know how to make someone feel sexy. They have people chasing them or falling for them fast.

4. Pisces and 12th house placements: these people have no problem ghosting you. Pisces placements and 12H placements are always made out to be innocent and naive, but they are attracted to people and situations that have something a little “bad” about them. Savior complex. They can go through feelings where they feel detached from social settings and those they love, where they cannot fully escape the role of observer. They will always be able to fully escape into their internal landscape and get consumed by it— but it seems as though no matter how hard they try, they can’t have that same presence in the material world. This can lead to frustrating feelings of disconnection from the world and people around them. They can be smiling and staring off, but you will never fully know what they are thinking. They can make people really curious about them, because their thoughts always catch you off guard. Having an existential crisis on the daily. Casual things might have a bigger internal meaning to them that others might not always understand. We can find plenty of people attractive, but if the spark isn’t felt in the soul and doesn’t pique a deep curiosity, we will get bored and swim away. Liking people who are a bit “mean and dark” but wanting them to be sweet and soft with you. Using music to paint your daydreams, or to escape. Finding music that relates almost entirely to whatever they have on their mind feels like striking gold. They can like someone just for having the same interests as them. Feeling like a ghost in a flesh suit. Enigmatic. Can embody different vibes and personas depending on who they are around. They are sensitive and can adapt to the situations at hand. Too much self awareness can lock them in their heads. “I only jump into waters with the depth of an abyss.” Laying down for hours just to daydream and process your thoughts. Long baths feel like therapy. Moderation isn’t in our vocabulary. We love what we like, and we want to get lost in what we love. Not being able to properly process your day or interactions until you’re alone and can replay them in isolation.

5. Taurus Placements: I noticed Taurus moon women get spoiled financially by their partners. The type for their partners to say “don’t worry, I’ll work and you can be at home,” or that being their partners goal at a point. I noticed Taurus placements can enjoy the occasional shoplifting. They are not going to compromise their comfort, and if you come after that it will be met with intense stubbornness. They can seem nonchalant about a lot of things, but can be extremely unwavering in their opinions on certain things. In some cases, they can have strange eating habits or relationship to food. Thankfully, the Tauruses I’ve been around don’t project that on those around them. It’s more internal from what I’ve noticed, and they can enjoy feeding those they love and care for. They can have great taste in food. They love sensual vices and sex. They look great with pearls. They master an aesthetic and can stick to it. They are fiercely protective of those they love. They can be lazy at their worst and will not want to do anything that requires too much effort. They can be impressively good at couponing. Making money from home is the ideal setup for them. They will spoil their loved ones too, and can be great gift givers. They don’t cheap out with presents for their loved ones. They get much enjoyment from decorating their spaces and hosting their loved ones. They can be prone to overthinking and some may obsessive behaviors or crippling anxiety as well. They can honestly make the best scammers, as terrible as that sounds. They can sell someone a dream and make it sound beautiful, but can be lying through their teeth. Their jealousies can sometimes come from a place of vanity. Watch out for envying others, and appreciate your own beauty. They can focus so much on the beauty around them they forget about their own. They can be the image of beauty and grace, or strive deeply for that. They have pretty and soothing voices. Taurus placements can easily be the funniest person you know when they are in a joyful mood. I also noticed Taurus placements are wonderful at finding vintage pieces and re-selling them!

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[nanamincreampie]

Personal trainer Toji

Toji Fushiguro x black plus size reader

Warning; 18+ mdni, mentions of pussy eating and exhibitionism

(inspired by @classyrbf 's personal trainer Gojo)

Personal Trainer!Toji who you didn’t expect to take your breath away the moment you walked into the gym. His towering frame, the sharp cut of his jawline, and the faint scar trailing over his lips had you weak in the knees before your first rep. His dark eyes held a teasing glint, and his smirk only deepened when he noticed your reaction.

Personal Trainer!Toji who watches as you step onto the gym floor in your coordinated set, a sleek wine-colored sports bra that hugs your full chest and high-waisted leggings sculpting your thick thighs and round hips. He lets out a low whistle, murmuring, “Looking good, mama,” as his gaze lingers just a second too long on your soft tummy.

Personal Trainer!Toji who says he’s “hands-on,” guiding your form by placing his large, calloused hands on your waist, fingers brushing the curve of your lower back. “Relax your shoulders,” he instructs, voice low and smooth, as his hands linger a little longer than necessary.

Personal Trainer!Toji who takes every chance to showcase his strength, bench-pressing more weight than you thought humanly possible. The sight of his veined forearms and rippling abs glistening with sweat has your face heating, and when he smirks, wiping his brow with his tank top, you know he caught you staring.

Personal Trainer!Toji who schedules a private nighttime session just for you. The gym is empty, the dim lighting creating an intimate atmosphere. You show up in your favorite black set that highlights your chocolate-brown skin, the fabric clinging to your curves like a second skin. His eyes sweep over you, and his grin turns devilish. “Let’s see what you’re really made of, mama.”

Personal Trainer!Toji who has you stretching on a mat, one of your thick legs propped up on his broad shoulder. His hand firmly grips your calf, pushing it gently toward your chest. The stretch pulls a low hiss from your lips, and his rough voice fills your ears, “Feel that? Good. Keep breathing for me, baby.”

Personal Trainer!Toji who doesn’t hide his gaze as it roams over your soft thighs and the curve of your ass. His thumb grazes your skin, tracing patterns that send shivers down your spine. “This flexibility’s gonna come in handy,” he mutters, his breath warm against your knee.

Personal Trainer!Toji who loses his professionalism completely when he sees the faint outline of your panties beneath your leggings. His control snaps, and before you can blink, he’s got you pinned to the mat. His lips crash into yours, claiming you in a kiss so heated you forget about every boundary.

Personal Trainer!Toji who peels your leggings off with agonizing slowness, growling low in his throat when he sees your soft curves bare before him. “Goddamn,” he murmurs, his hands kneading your plush thighs. “You’re perfect.”

Personal Trainer!Toji who takes his time worshipping you, his mouth leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along your stretch marks, your tummy, and the dip of your waist. His voice is a sinful growl, “You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?”

Personal Trainer!Toji who buries his face between your legs, devouring you with a fervor that leaves you sobbing his name. His tongue circles your clit expertly, alternating between sucking and licking while his thick fingers stretch you just right. “So sweet, baby,” he groans, his voice muffled by your thighs. “Gimme another one.”

Personal Trainer!Toji who presses you against the wall in the showers, the water cascading over both of you as he thrusts into you deeply, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips as if grounding himself. He praises you between rough kisses, “That’s it, princess. Taking me so well.”

Personal Trainer!Toji who insists on “training” at his apartment now, where he has more privacy to truly indulge in you. He pushes you to your limits in every way possible, but nothing compares to how he challenges you in his bed,his favorite kind of cardio.

[thelostconsultant]

Little bows

pairing: Lando Norris x reader

summary: Lando is obsessed with his teammate, and one night he has the chance to show her how good he would be for her.

warnings: No smut (I didn't feel like writing it, maybe later), but there are parts that are heavily sexual, I guess. MDNI. Also, dark!Lando, something is definitely wrong in his head.

note: based on this song.

Lando fucking loved that pair of underwear you were wearing tonight, that's why he bought them for you in Tokyo when he stopped there after the Japanese GP earlier this year. Lacy black piece of fabric with cute little bows attached to it, straight from that place you had once mentioned to your personal trainer before you traveled to Japan.

He wondered if you knew it was a gift from him. He didn't give it to you in person, he didn't even leave a note, he just left it in your driver's room and hoped you wouldn't throw it away. After all, who was he to buy you underwear? He was your teammate, nothing more.

But he saw it peek out as you sat down tonight in the restaurant where you were celebrating with the team, and god, wasn't it the best thing that happened to him since winning in Miami! All he could think about was taking your panties between his teeth and pulling them down your leg, then later stuffing them into your mouth to muffle your loud moans while he worked on pulling several orgasms out of you.

“Lando, what's your vote? You've been suspiciously silent,” you spoke up, your sweet voice making him grin like a maniac. But when he remained silent thanks to having no idea what you were talking about, you put a hand on his arm and laughed. “If you can't even focus on a conversation, I guess you don't want to visit that club with us after this.”

Oh, to miss the chance to get you drunk? No way in hell. “I'm always down for a party, you should know that by now.”

Three hours later he was sitting in the club with you in his lap, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you in place. Your arm was wrapped around his shoulder, and you were nursing your fifth drink that left you drunk already. No one seemed to mind since he was looking out for you, so he kept listening to your drunken speech, smiling at the way you struggled to remember details of the story you were telling him.

If he stopped you now, you wouldn't get blackout drunk, but at least you would be probably a little more willing to play a game with him. He tightened his fingers on your hip to get your attention, and he expected you to give him a warm smile with a questioning look in your eyes.

But that's not what happened. You handed your drink to someone who was standing nearby then leaned closer to capture his lips in a kiss, one you deepened quickly. Lando took it as an invitation and let his other hand roam your thighs, strictly moving above your dress when he reached it. Those panties were for his eyes only, there was no need to show everyone what you wore under your dress.

“Wanna sleep in my hotel room?” you whispered in his ear before gently biting his earlobe. “I can feel how much you want me.”

You moved your hips to tease him, making him suck in a deep breath between his teeth. “You know I'm gonna ruin you the moment I have the chance, right?” he asked as he kissed your jawline.

You giggled, then suddenly decided to get out of his hold. He didn't want to let go at first, but then you told him you couldn't wait to be thoroughly fucked by him, and who was he to say no to you? You wanted this, and he'd been waiting for a chance with you for so long now.

As the two of you were sitting in the back of a taxi, he tried to keep his hands to himself, and whenever you moved closer to kiss him, he warned you to wait until you were somewhere private. It was killing him, if he wasn't someone so many people knew, he would have done indecent things with you on the way to the hotel, but he couldn't risk ending up on gossip sites.

After the doors of your hotel room closed, he slowly got you out of your dress, then stopped to admire the sight in front of him. That lingerie set looked phenomenal on you, but no matter how much he loved it, it had to go in the end. He needed to live out his dirtiest fantasies, which needed you to be soaking wet by the time he dragged his panties off you.

And dear god, you were so ready for him that it took a lot of effort not to just pull the fabric aside and bury himself into your tight cunt. He reminded himself that he could take his time with you. He wanted to take his time with you. If he played the game right, you would be begging him to fuck you again, because you would definitely remember this night even when you were sober.

Then you'd beg again.

And again.

And again.

And he would be generous enough to give you what you wanted.

[fattystoriez]

The Slobby Guest

Content Warning: Weight Gain

Zack was a successful fitness trainer in his area, putting his muscles to good use. Zack was notorious for being self centered and vain, hating on any fat person he could see. Today after Zack’s workout, he was feeling extra sore, so Zack decided to go home early. He got home to his roomate Daniel, who had a friend over, the friend being quite chubby. Zack was surprised that he’d have someone over who was so fat, but then again Daniel had never been as vain as Zack.

Zack got into the shower, the hot water feeling good on his tense aching muscles. As Zack lathered up his body he traced over his juicy pecs, washboard abs and taught bubble butt. Zack getting back into his day clothes he walked out of the shower to see Daniel’s friend shirtless in the living room, shaking his chubby belly. “Oh uh… hey” Zack blurted. “Where’s Daniel”

“Oh hey, you’re Zack right?” The friend said, “Daniel went to the work.” Zack forgot Daniel worked today, but why was this guy still here?

“Oh, and you were just planning on staying?” Zack asked.

“If that’s cool with you, I could actually use some help.” The friend walked up to Zack, pressing his belly against Zack’s abdomen. “I just really need someone to worship this belly.” The room started to get hazy, Zack’s mind began to fog up.

“Oh uh… I’m sorry dude I don’t… I’m not into…” Zack didn’t know what to say, the friend pushed Zack onto the couch and pressed his belly into Zack’s face. “Mppphhh” Zack tried to protest, but the belly muffled his speech.

“Yeah you like that fat belly don’t you” The friend was really grinding the belly into Zack’s face, this is when the changes began to happen. Zack’s belly began to fill with blubbery fat, pound after pound, it was like the friends belly was filling him up. Muscular arms buried in soft jiggly fat, his pecs now moobs that sit on top of his growing belly. Zack’s jawline suffered too, rounding out, becoming the panicle of obesity.

“S-stop… you’re making me so fat…” Zack groaned, he knew he should’ve been worried but once he started playing with his inflated belly, Zack was falling in love. Before he could get any of the friend’s information, he was gone. Zack was left on the couch to play with his blubber until his roommate come to find him. Who was the friend? How does Daniel know him? Zack would’ve tried to answer these questions if he wasn’t too busy playing with his pillowy belly.

To be continued?

[waitforyrlove]

˙ . ꒷ introducing personal trainer ! drew . 𖦹˙—

meeting personal trainer ! drew for the first time.

he was everything, the kind of face you only see on screens, plastered across the internet, his name etched in the credits of blockbuster movies. He was untouchable, a admiration you could only admire from afar. But then, like a joke, the universe aligned in the strangest way. Through some twist of fate—or your mom’s ability to network with his mom—Drew wasn’t just a distant person anymore. He was here, in your orbit, as a personal trainer assigned to you.

it was the kind of collision that could split universes.

you arrived at the gym, your heart thudding like a bad drum solo, the weight of it all pressing heavier than anything. The place was nearly empty, a quiet stage set for an encounter that felt both surreal and terrifying. He wasn’t just the guy from your screen anymore, he was in flesh and bone, waiting for you in a space where every little thing could happen.

you gripped the door handle and paused. This wasn’t just a meeting. This was like stepping into a parallel universe.

you stepped inside, the cool air of the gym hitting your face like reality itself. The place smelled of fresh rubber mats and faintly of sweat—you scanned the space, your breath catching when you spotted him.

he wasn’t posing for a camera or performing. He was leaning casually against a weight rack, scrolling through his phone, his jawline sharp enough to cut through your nerves. His hair was tousled in that effortlessly perfect way. He looked up as you entered, his face breaking into a smile that made him seem… normal, almost.

“You must be my new client,” he said, his voice warm and inviting. Not rehearsed. Not scripted. Just real.

you nodded, suddenly hyper-aware of every move you made. Did your gym clothes look okay? Were your sneakers too scuffed? Could he tell you’d Googled him for hours last night, trying to prepare yourself for this moment?

“Don’t be nervous,” he added, as if reading your mind. “Everyone starts somewhere.” He motioned for you to join him, his tone as casual as if you were old friends meeting up instead of a star and some random gym-goer linked by their moms’ ability to link.

you walked over, still trying to believe this was happening. He picked up a clipboard and scanned it like he’d done this a hundred times before, but you couldn’t help wondering what was going through his mind. Was this just another gig for him? A break from the spotlight? Or did he see this as a chance to be… normal, even for a moment?

“All right,” he said, looking up at you with a grin. “Let’s start with something easy. How’s your stamina?”

you almost laughed out loud at the question. Not great, you wanted to say, considering it had taken all your emotional reserves just to show up today. But instead, you nodded and stammered, “It’s… okay, I guess.”

Drew’s grin widened, and he grabbed a pair of light dumbbells. “Let’s warm up. And don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”

you didn’t know if it was the charisma, the absurdity of the situation, or the way he spoke like he actually believed it, but for the first time, you let yourself relax. Maybe, just maybe, this collision of worlds wasn’t as terrifying as you thought.

the warm-up was harmless enough—light weights, stretches, and a jog on the treadmill that had your legs feeling slightly wobbly. he kept it professional, guiding you with the calm authority of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. Still, every time he brushed past or adjusted your form, you felt like a live wire, your body hyperaware of his presence.

the came the squats.

“Okay,” Drew said, grabbing a barbell and loading it with what looked like a manageable amount of weight. “Squats are all about form. It’s not about how much you can lift—it’s about doing it right. Otherwise, you’re asking for an injury.” He turned to you, his smile teasing. “And trust me, I’m not letting that happen, yeah?”

you nodded, trying to focus on his words rather than the way his fitted shirt clung to his chest, his abs more predominant than ever. He positioned you in front of the squat rack, stepping closer than before. “I’m going to check your form,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “so don’t freak out if I adjust you a bit.”

your pulse quickened as you slid under the barbell, your hands gripping the cool steel. You tried to focus on the instructions—feet shoulder-width apart, core engaged—but it was impossible with Drew standing so close, his presence magnetic.

you lowered into the first squat, your movements stiff and uncertain. “Not bad,” he mutters, his voice warm. “But you’re leaning forward a bit too much. Here.” He stepped behind you, his hands lightly grazing your hips. The contact sent a jolt up your spine.

“Relax,” he said softly, his tone soothing. “i’m just helping you align.” His hands guided your hips back slightly, his fingertips firm but careful. He was so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off him, his breath brushing the back of your neck as he spoke. “Imagine you’re sitting down in a chair—hips back, chest up. Got it?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. You dropped into another squat, this time following his adjustments. His hands lingered for a moment, steadying you, and you swore you felt his thumbs press slightly as if to reassure you.

“Perfect,” he whispers, his voice dipping just enough to make your stomach flip. “you’ve got it now.”

you straightened, trying to calm the pounding in your chest, but he wasn’t done. “Let’s do a few more reps,” he said, stepping even closer. “and I’ll spot you to make sure you stay balanced.

you swallowed hard and lowered again, the weight pressing down on your shoulders. This time, Drew’s hands hovered near your waist, ready to catch you if you wobbled. His voice was steady, guiding you through each movement. “Nice, controlled. That’s it.”

with each rep, the air between you seemed to grow heavier, charged with something unspoken. On the last squat, your legs trembled slightly, and Drew’s hands quickly caught your waist, steadying you before you could stumble.

“Hey, I’ve got you,” he said, his voice close to your ear now. His grip was firm, his fingers pressing against your sides just enough to ground you. For a second, you were aware of everything—his strength, his scent, the way his body seemed to align perfectly with yours.

you straightened up, the barbell returning to the rack with a loud clang. Drew stepped back, giving you space, but the look in his eyes lingered—a flicker of something that wasn’t entirely professional.

“Nice work,” he said, his smile back, though his voice carried an edge of something deeper. “you’re a quick learner.”

you tried to play it cool, wiping your palms on your leggings, but your heart was still racing. Maybe it was just the workout. Or maybe… it wasn’t.

his words hung in the air, laced with that playful undertone that made it impossible to ignore the tension building between you. He stepped forward again, just enough to breach your personal space, as if testing an invisible boundary. His eyes searched yours, a glint of mischief sparking behind them.

“I bet I can push you just a little more.”

your breath hitched, was he still talking about training?

before you could answer, Drew reached past you, his arm brushing yours as he adjusted the barbell on the rack. His proximity sent a shiver down your spine. “How about we finish with one more set?” he suggested, his voice dropping an octave. “This time, we’ll add a little more weight. You up for the challenge?”

“I… think so,” you managed, though your voice came out shakier than you’d intended.

“Good,” he said, stepping back with a sly smile. “But we’re doing this together.”

your brows furrowed. “Together?”

he nodded, already removing his hoodie to reveal a snug tank top that clung to his toned frame. “A little extra motivation goes a long way.” He gestured for you to get into position under the bar. As you did, he stepped behind you once more, closer than before.

“This time,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, “i’ll hold the bar with you. Don’t worry—I’ll take some of the weight if it gets too much.”

your heart was hammering in your chest as you slid your hands back onto the bar. You felt his hands move next to yours, his grip firm and steady. His body was so close now that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, his chest just barely brushing your back.

“Ready?” he asked, his tone making the word feel loaded.

“Yeah,” you whispered, though it came out more like a breath.

“Good,” he said, leaning closer, his breath grazing the shell of your ear. “now let’s make this count.”

as you lowered into the squat, Drew followed, his body moving in perfect sync with yours. His hands remained firm on the bar, but you couldn’t ignore the way his chest seemed to align perfectly with your back, his presence both steadying and electric.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice smooth and encouraging. “keep your core tight. I’ve got you.”

when you rose, your legs trembling slightly under the weight, Drew didn’t let go. Instead, his hands shifted subtly, his fingers grazing yours. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he murmured, his tone carrying a hint of something more than just encouragement.

you glanced back over your shoulder, catching the flicker of heat in his gaze. For a moment, the gym seemed to fade away, the sounds of clanging weights and distant music muted by the intensity of the moment.

“You okay?” Drew asked, his lips curving into a smirk that was equal parts concern and challenge.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice a little steadier now. “Let’s do one more.”

his grin widened, his eyes never leaving yours as he leaned in just a fraction closer. “That’s what I like to hear.”

you weren’t sure whether it was the workout, the proximity, or the way his voice seemed to wrap around you like a promise, but as you lowered into that final squat, you knew one thing for sure—Drew wasn’t just pushing your limits in the gym. He was blurring the line between professional and something far more dangerous.

[sophiria]

"Go out with me."

Your movements halted, and your eyes grew wide as you processed the words just spoken to you. You tilted your head to the right, and your bewildered gaze landed on his back just as he was dunking. A swish and then a thump as the ball and his trainers hit the ground.

When Aomine turned to face you, he found you still staring at him, your mouth opening and closing a few times before you uttered a single word.

"Uh?"

He wiped off the dampness from his forehead with the hem of his shirt before striding toward your position.

"Go out with me," Aomine repeated as he looked at you. "Let's hang out together, just the two of us, and see where things go from there."

You blinked owlishly. "You're not kidding, aren't you?"

Aomine raised an eyebrow. "Does it look like I'm joking around?" His tone was confident and tinged with humor, though the way his shoulders seemingly stiffened wasn't lost on you. "I just want to take you out."

The hint of a dazed smile appeared on the corner of your lips. "I thought you didn't like me."

"Hmm." He closed the distance between your bodies while holding your gaze, and then his eyes narrowed briefly. "You thought wrong." His gaze dipped to your lips before returning to your eyes. "Well?"

You slightly tilted your head to one side. "Okay," you breathed. "I will go out with you."

His smirk morphed into a genuine smile. "Good," he said, feigning to be deep in thought for a few moments, "so I can finally convince you to wear my shirt number at my games."

A soft snort left your lips. "I do like wearing my general Touou Academy basketball shirt, though. It's pretty stylish. And..." you trailed off, then your eyes sparkled with mischief. "It was actually a gift from Imayoshi-san."

His brows furrowed. "Oi," he warned, and you couldn't help but grin at the oblivious jealousy that suddenly appeared on his features. "I definitely don't want to hear about evil glasses giving you things right now."

You smiled playfully and brought one of your hands up to his face. You ran your fingertips along his jawline, and his cheeks flushed as he tried to maintain a stern expression.

"You're naughtier than I thought you'd be," Aomine rumbled, wrapping his hands around your wrists as he gazed at you through half-lidded eyes. "Not that I mind it."

You hummed and peered at him expectantly. "Don't look at me with those dreamy eyes," he gruffed, though his words had the softest tone you'd ever heard from him. "It's very distracting."

You bit your lower lip to stifle a grin at his flustered state. "Then how do you want me to look at you?"

Aomine sighed and leaned forward until his lips brushed against yours. "You're a damn tease," he muttered against your mouth. "You're lucky I'm into it."

[dramarnathandentalcare]

Top 5 Exercises for the Jawline: Tone and Define Your Look

Most people strive for a chiseled jawline because it enhances the face's elegance and proportion. People frequently believe that this is dictated by one's DNA. However, this is not true. You can truly work out the muscles that surround your jaw. Specific types of exercises can also be used to train the muscles in the jaw and certain parts of the neck. 

In this blog, we will learn about five basic but effective jawline workouts that will help you slim your jawline.

Why Jawline Exercises Matter

Jawline exercises target the muscles in the neck, face, and jaw region. Performing activities to strengthen these muscles will help draw up the skin on the face. This is very useful for sagging or puffy skin around the jaw. Healthy exercise increases blood flow in this area, which reduces the production of fat and skin.

Top 5 Jawline Exercises to Try

1) The Chin Lift

The chin raise is a simple jawline exercise that works various muscles in the mouth, neck, and throat. It is an ideal fit for reducing fat chins and enhancing the jawline. 

2) Jaw Release

The jaw release exercise focuses on relaxing the muscles in the jaw. At the same time, they exercise the surrounding muscles. This jawline workout helps you sculpt your lower face, resulting in a sculpted jawline.

3) Neck Curl-Up

This exercise is comparable to sitting up for the neck; it focuses on the front neck and helps to lift and tone the jawline. It is highly good at firming sagging skin on the neck. 

4) The Vowel Sounds Exercise (A-E-I-O-U)

This jawline exercise may appear goofy, but it is the most effective workout for the lip, cheek, and jaw muscles. Of course, by stressing vowel sounds, you will engage these muscles, which will undoubtedly tone your face. 

5) Collarbone Backup

Collarbone backup is a good jawline exercise that works the muscles in the neck and jaw. It improves overall posture and may reduce the double chin problem. 

Tips to Get the Best Results from Jawline Exercises

Hydrate yourself

Maintain a Healthy Diet

Stay Consistent

Improve Posture

Final Thoughts

Jawline toning exercises may not usually necessitate the use of equipment or extensive gym sessions. Five fundamental exercises can be used to train the face and neck muscles to achieve a chiseled appearance. Whether you wish to recover a narrow profile over your chin or improve the lines of your face, these workouts will help. The most essential thing is to keep to the routine, be patient over time, and avoid causing too much harm to your health.

For more guidelines read the full blog by this link : https://www.dramarnathansdentalcare.com/jawline-exercise/

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New Gym, New Life

*This is my first story ever and english is not my first language so if there are any mistakes, I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy it!* -Rafi💚

Daniel and Alex had been together for five years, living happily in their cozy apartment in the city. Both in their late twenties, they prided themselves on staying fit and healthy.

When a new gym opened just a few blocks away, they decided to check it out. The gym, named "Sahara Fitness", had a unique and exotic vibe, with its rich gold and deep red color scheme, intricate geometric patterns, and Arabic calligraphy adorning the walls.

As they walked in, they noticed that all the staff and trainers were Arab men; tall, muscular, and radiating confidence and masculinity. They greeted Daniel and Alex with warm smiles, their deep voices resonating through the gym. Despite the clear cultural influence, the place seemed modern and well-equipped.

"Welcome to Sahara Fitness," one of the trainers, Malik, said in a thick accent. "You two look like you already know your way around a gym, but we like to offer something special to our new members. A gift to help you get the most out of your workout."

He handed them each a small, ornate container filled with a dark, powdery supplement. "This is a traditional blend, used for centuries to enhance strength and endurance. Try it out during your workout, and you'll feel the difference."

Daniel and Alex exchanged a glance. They were a bit skeptical but intrigued. They had tried all kinds of supplements before, so they figured it couldn’t hurt to try something new. Thanking Malik, they headed to the locker room to change.

Dressed in their usual gym gear, the couple mixed the supplement into their water bottles and sipped. The taste was strong, almost spicy, with a hint of something they couldn’t quite place. Shrugging it off, they began their workout routine, starting with some light cardio before moving on to weights.

As they started lifting, both noticed an unusual burst of energy coursing through their bodies. The weights felt lighter, their movements smoother. They exchanged a surprised look but continued their sets, pushing themselves harder than usual.

After a while, they noticed something even stranger. Their bodies began to feel different—stronger, more powerful. Alex glanced at his reflection in the mirror and did a double-take. His usually slim frame was starting to bulk up, and his muscles were swelling with each rep. His fair skin seemed to be taking on a slightly tanned hue, and his facial hair usually trimmed and light, was darkening and thickening.

"Dan, are you seeing this?" Alex whispered, his voice sounding deeper than usual.

Daniel, too, was undergoing a transformation. His once smooth face was shadowed with a thickening beard, his jawline sharpening. His normally light hair was darkening to a rich, deep brown, and his skin was also taking on a more olive tone.

They both felt a strange warmth spreading through them, almost like a fire igniting from within. Their minds began to feel fuzzy, thoughts of their usual life together growing distant. Instead, they were filled with an intense, almost primal desire to lift more, grow stronger, and assert their newfound masculinity.

As they continued working out, their transformations became more pronounced. Their bodies grew more muscular, their chests broadening, arms bulging with veins as their biceps swelled. The hair on their bodies thickened, and their once soft features became rugged and masculine. The changes weren't just physical; their minds were altering too.

Daniel, now with a full, dark beard and intense eyes, glanced at a group of women working out nearby. He felt an overwhelming attraction towards them, something he'd never experienced before. The thought of Alex, his partner, seemed oddly foreign, replaced by a burning desire to dominate, to conquer.

Alex, too, felt a shift. His mind, once full of love and tenderness for Daniel, was now clouded with lustful thoughts. But he wasn't thinking about Daniel; it was women with soft curves and alluring smiles. The idea of being with a man seemed almost laughable now.

They both finished their workout, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from their now muscular, tanned bodies. The gym’s atmosphere, once just a backdrop, now felt like home, where they belonged and could be their true selves.

As they headed back to the locker room, they caught sight of themselves in the mirror. Gone were Daniel and Alex, the cute, loving couple who had walked in earlier. In their place stood two Arab alpha males, their bodies sculpted and powerful, exuding raw masculinity. Their eyes were dark and intense, their gazes filled with a new hunger.

Malik appeared behind them, a knowing smile on his face. "Ah, I see the supplement has worked well. Welcome, brothers. You are now part of our tribe, our brotherhood. The old you is gone. You are reborn, stronger, and more powerful than ever."

Daniel, now calling himself Daoud, and Alex, now Ali, looked at each other and nodded. They felt no fear, no regret only acceptance and excitement. They had been transformed, not just physically but mentally. The bond they once shared as lovers was replaced with a new bond, brotherhood. And with it came a shared obsession, a desire for women that burned within them like never before.

"Bro, I can't believe how good this feels. I don't even know why we were ever together like that," Ali said, his eyes flickering with a new, primal energy.

Daoud smirked, flexing his arms, feeling the surge of power coursing through his veins. "Yeah, man. What were we thinking? This is what real life is about. We were just... confused before." He looked at the women working out nearby, his gaze filled with hunger. "Now, it's all about the chase, the thrill."

Ali nodded in agreement, his thoughts aligned with Daoud's. "Exactly, bro. Chicks, muscles, and dominating life. That's what we were meant for."

Daoud clapped on Ali's back, their bond now one of brotherhood and shared desires. "Let's go, man. Time to show the world what real men are made of."

They dressed in new clothes provided by the gym. traditional but modern arab-inspired attire that accentuated their muscular frames. As they walked out of the gym, they felt like kings, ready to conquer the world outside. Women turned to look at them, drawn to their confidence and masculinity. And as they exchanged a knowing glance, they knew that their lives had changed forever.

No longer the gentle, loving couple they once were, Daoud and Ali were now straight, Arab studs, obsessed with their newfound masculinity and the thrill of chasing after women.

[onlyforyoukook]

Cherry Vanilla || SCB

paring: personal trainer¡changbin x fem¡reader

synopsis: changbin is a well known bodybuilder in your gym. so everyone wants to be his client, but he doesn’t do personal training—so he says.. though he only makes an exception for you.

genre: oneshot„ smut, non idol au.

wc: 2.9k

MDNI.

warnings: gym sex, dom¡changbin, pwp, public sex, pussy eating, cum swallowing, rough sex, unprotected sex, (as you all should know wrap before you tap) choking, dirty talk, possessive kink, use of the name princess.

You wipe the sweat from your forehead and glance toward the weight rack, your legs already aching from the last set. The gym is buzzing as usual, but your eyes can’t help but wander to Changbin. Everyone knows him. How could they not? The broad shoulders, the sharp jawline, the way he moves like the weights are just an extension of his body. He’s untouchable.

And yet, here you are—his one and only exception.

“Take five,” he says, his deep voice pulling you out of your daze. He leans against the nearby bench, crossing his arms in a way that only highlights the definition in them. “You’re rushing your sets again.”

“I’m not rushing,” you argue, though the burn in your muscles says otherwise.

Changbin raises an eyebrow. “Really? Because your form says differently.”

You groan, sinking onto the bench beside him. He hands you a water bottle, and your fingers brush briefly, sending a jolt up your arm. You try to ignore it, but you know he doesn’t miss the way you fumble with the cap.

“You’re lucky I agreed to this,” he teases, his lips curving into that signature smirk.

“I didn’t ask for your help,” you shoot back, though the truth hangs in the air between you. You had asked. Hesitantly. Half-expecting him to shut you down like he did everyone else. But instead, he’d said yes.

His eyes soften slightly, and he leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “You didn’t have to. I wanted to.”

Your heart skips. He doesn’t look at you often like this—serious, vulnerable. The air feels heavier than the weights scattered across the floor.

“Why me?” you whisper before you can stop yourself.

Changbin exhales a small laugh, shaking his head like you just asked the most ridiculous question in the world. “Because,” he says, his gaze locking onto yours, “you’re not like the rest of them. You don’t want me for my name or my reputation. You just want… me.”

The words hang between you, wrapping around your heart and leaving you breathless.

“And I want you,” he adds quietly, his voice softer now. His hand brushes against yours on the bench, and this time, neither of you pulls away. “Not just here. Not just for this.”

Your chest tightens as his words sink in, and suddenly, the gym feels like the smallest place in the world.

“You know, this training thing?” He smirks again, but there’s a new warmth behind it. “It was just an excuse to spend more time with you.”

You don’t know what to say, so you don’t say anything. Instead, you let the moment speak for itself as you lean closer, his breath mingling with yours, the scent of sweat and something distinctly him filling the air.

“Guess we’ll have to see where this goes,” you whisper, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing softly against the back of your hand. “Let’s see where it goes.”

He straightens suddenly, pulling you to your feet before you can ask what he’s doing. Without a word, he nods toward the locker rooms, a playful spark lighting up his eyes.

“Changbin?” you ask, confused.

“Follow me,” he says, his voice low and filled with something that sends heat rushing to your face.

You hesitate, glancing around the gym, but his hand is firm around yours as he guides you toward the shower area. Your heart pounds louder than your footsteps, every step feeling like a line you’re crossing—but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Once you’re inside, the sound of distant showers running and the hum of fluorescent lights fill the space. Changbin turns to face you, his expression softer now, his earlier teasing replaced with something deeper.

“I didn’t bring you here for anything crazy,” he says quietly, as though reading your mind. His hands slide up your arms, holding you steady. “I just wanted a moment with you. Somewhere quiet. Just us.”

His gaze drops to your lips, and you feel your breath hitch as the warmth of his hands spreads through you.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he murmurs, leaning closer until there’s barely any space between you.

And then his lips meet yours, slow and deliberate, as if he’s pouring everything he feels into the kiss. The world outside the locker room disappears, leaving only the heat of his touch, the strength of his hold, and the way your heart races to keep up.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet.

“Tell me this is okay,” he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of the showers.

You nod, your voice trembling as you whisper back, “It’s more than okay.”

He smiles, his hands sliding down to intertwine with yours. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

His hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly as he pulls you closer, flush against his body. You can feel the hard muscles of his chest against yours, the heat radiating from him. His lips trail down your jawline, leaving a trail of soft kisses and nips.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Your core starts to heat up, just by his words.

He moves his lips to your neck, finding the sensitive spot just below your ear. He bites down gently, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour.

“Every time I see you, I just want to take you right then and there,” he growls, his words sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

He pushes you against the lockers, his body pressing against yours. His lips move back to yours, claiming them in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring and dominating. His hands slide under your shirt, gripping your boobs.

“You're mine,” he whispers against your lips, his voice possessive and fierce.

Changbin slowly drops to his knees in front of you, his hands moving down your body as he goes. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire and hunger. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down slowly. You moan at his actions.

“Changbin please”

“You're going to have to keep quiet, princess,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “We don't want anyone hearing us, do we?”

“No.. we don’t” you quietly say if not below a whisper

“Good girl” he says as he pulls your pants down completely, tossing them aside. He leans forward, his breath hot against your skin as he kisses your inner thighs. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he continues to tease you.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs, his lips moving higher and higher.

He reaches the apex of your thighs, his tongue darting out to tease your sensitive flesh. He looks up at you, his eyes locked onto yours as he begins to work his magic.

“I could do this all day,” he says, his voice muffled against you. “You're so responsive.”

“c..come on don’t tease me please” You moan out

“cute. a good girl, who’s also respectful” He begins kissing up your core, his tongue circling around your clit, slowly building up the tension in your body. He alternates between licking and sucking, drawing soft moans and gasps from your lips. His hands grip your thighs, keeping you spread open for him.

“You're so beautiful when you're like this,” he murmurs, his words sending vibrations through your body. “So desperate and needy for me.”

Changbin's tongue flicks against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You let out a moan, unable to control the sounds escaping your lips.

“Please... don't stop,” you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Changbin grins against you, sensing that you're close. He increases the pace of his tongue, working you relentlessly towards your peak. He knows exactly how to push your buttons, and he's doing it with expert precision.

“That's it, princess,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “Let go for me.”

You feel the familiar coil of tension building in your core, your body tensing in anticipation. Changbin knows you're on the verge, and he doubles down his efforts.

“I can feel you getting close,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “Give in to it, baby.”

The coil snaps, and you let out a cry as your orgasm washes over you. Changbin holds you steady, his tongue working you through it as you shudder and tremble above him.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. “You did so well for me.”

Changbin doesn't pull away as you cum, instead continuing to lick and suck until he's swallowed every drop. When he finally pulls back, he looks up at you with a satisfied smirk.

“You taste so good,” he says, licking his lips.

The sight of him swallowing your cum is so damn sexy that you feel your core getting wetter again. You can feel the heat building up inside you once more, your body craving more of his touch.

Changbin's patience is wearing thin, and he's starting to get impatient. He spins you around, pushing you against the lockers with a rough shove.

“Enough of that,” he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “I need to be inside you, now.”

He slides down his pants, freeing his hard cock from its confines. He strokes it a few times, letting out a low groan as he prepares himself for you.

He lines himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your sensitive flesh. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire and dominance.

“You ready for me, princess?” he asks, his voice rough and demanding.

You nod eagerly, your body trembling with anticipation. You arch your back, presenting yourself to him, ready to be taken.

“Please, Binnie,” you beg, your voice breathless and needy. “I need you inside me.”

The nickname slips out of your mouth without you even realizing it, but it has an immediate effect on Changbin. He lets out a low growl, his grip on your hips tightening even further.

“Say that again,” he demands, his voice rough with need.

You look back at him over your shoulder, a sly smile on your face.

“Binnie,” you repeat, drawing out the word slowly. “Please, Binnie. I want you so bad.”

Changbin's eyes darken even further, and he lets out a primal growl as he slams into you in one swift motion. He buries himself to the hilt, filling you completely.

“That's it,” he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he begins to move. “You're mine, and you'll always be mine.”

You cry out as he starts to thrust, the sound echoing through the locker room. You press your forehead against the cool metal of the lockers, trying to ground yourself as he pounds into you from behind.

“Y-yours,” you manage to gasp out, your body already overwhelmed by the intense pleasure.

Changbin's movements become rougher and more demanding as he loses himself in the moment. He pulls you back against him, one hand wrapping around your throat as he holds you in place. He doesn't apply too much pressure, but the feeling of his hand around your neck is enough to send shivers down your spine.

As he continues to pound into you, you can feel your body responding to his dominance. Your pussy squeezes his cock, clenching around him tightly as if trying to pull him even deeper inside you.

Changbin lets out a strangled moan as he feels your pussy tighten around him. He tightens his grip on your throat, his fingers digging into your skin.

“Fuck, princess,” he growls, his breath hot against your ear. “You're so tight...so perfect for me.”

You whimper as he tightens his grip on your throat, the sensation of being held in place by him adding to the already overwhelming pleasure. You can barely form coherent thoughts, your mind consumed by the feeling of him inside you.

“Y-yes,” you manage to gasp out. “I'm yours...yours to use...yours to do whatever you want...”

Changbin's pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he approaches his climax. He releases your throat, his hand moving to grip your hair instead, pulling your head back.

“That's right,” he grunts, his lips finding your neck. “You belong to me, and I'll do whatever I want with you. You're mine to claim, mine to mark, mine to use however I please”

He nips and sucks at the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving behind a trail of marks that will be visible for days to come. His breath is hot against your skin, his words sending shivers down your spine.

“You're mine, and everyone will know it,” he growls, his grip on your hair tightening as he continues to pound into you. “Every time you look in the mirror, you'll see my marks on you. You'll remember who you belong to.”

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body trembling with the force of your impending orgasm. Changbin's words and actions are driving you wild, and you can feel yourself giving in to his complete dominance over you.

“P-please,” you whimper, your voice hoarse from moaning and gasping. “I'm so close...please, let me cum...”

Changbin grins against your neck, his lips curving into a smirk as he feels your body tense up beneath him. He knows you're on the edge, and he's not about to give in so easily.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice rough and commanding. “You're going to hold it for me. You're going to wait until I say you can cum.”

You let out a frustrated whine, your body aching with need. You want to cum so badly, but you know that you have to obey his command.

“B-but I can't...” you protest, your voice shaking with desperation. “'m so close, Binnie...please, I can't hold it anymore...”

Changbin chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying your struggle to hold back your orgasm. He slows his pace slightly, prolonging the torture as he continues to tease you.

“You can and you will,” he says firmly, his hand tightening in your hair. “You're going to be a good girl and hold it for me until I give you permission. Understand?”

You nod frantically, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes. You're so desperate to cum, but you don't want to disappoint him. You bite your lip, trying to focus on anything other than the pleasure building up inside you.

“Y-yes, I understand,” you gasp out, your voice trembling. “I'll be good...I'll wait for you...”

Changbin's breathing becomes ragged as he nears his own release. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as he fights to hold back.

“Fuck, I'm so close,” he groans, his hips stuttering as he struggles to maintain his rhythm. “I need to come, princess can I cum inside of you?”

You whimper at his question, the thought of him filling you with his cum sending another wave of pleasure through your body. You're desperate for it, desperate to feel him release inside you.

lY-yes,” you gasp out, your voice pleading. “Please, cum inside me, Binnie..”

Changbin lets out a low growl at your response, his control slipping further away with each passing moment. He picks up the pace again, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he chases his own release.

“You're going to be so full of me,” he pants, his words sending shivers down your spine.

Changbin's grip on your hair tightens even more, and he suddenly pulls your head back, forcing you to look up at him.

“Now, princess,” he growls, his eyes dark with lust. “Cum for me. I want to feel you clench around me as I fill you up.”

His words are all it takes to push you over the edge. You cry out his name as your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with pleasure as you finally find release.

Changbin groans as he feels you clench around him, the sensation of your tightness sending him over the edge as well. He buries himself deep inside you, his hips jerking as he spills himself into you, filling you with his hot seed.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” he pants, his voice muffled against your skin. “You're so good for me, princess...so perfect.”

Changbin pulls out of you slowly, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he sees the mess he's made between your legs. He leans over to grab a towel from his gym bag, gently cleaning you up.

“You're a mess, princess,” he teases, his voice low and husky. “I guess it's a good thing I have some spare clothes in my locker.”

Changbin scoops you up into his arms, lifting you effortlessly off the bench. You cling to him, still feeling weak and boneless from the intensity of your encounter. He grins down at you, a possessive gleam in his eyes as he carries you out of the locker room.

As you both exit, all eyes turn towards you. Whispers and murmurs fill the air, the other students unable to hide their surprise and envy at the sight of Changbin carrying you like a bride.

“You're mine now, y/n,” he whispers, his voice low and dangerous. “And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it.”

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[bearforcecaptions]

I thought Gabe's life would be easy.

From the outside, everything about him screamed simplicity—powerful, carefree simplicity. A big guy with even bigger muscles, Gabe seemed like one of those lucky people who had it all. I saw him almost every day at the gym, effortlessly commanding attention as he crushed deadlifts and joked around with trainers. He had this natural charisma, a kind of magnetic friendliness that made everyone want to be his friend. And, of course, there was the physique. That towering frame, broad chest, and arms that could bench-press a truck were matched by the kind of thick, rugged beard that belonged in a Viking saga. He was the guy every other guy wanted to be, the ideal of what life could look like if everything were simple, effortless, and fun.

Or so I thought.

It started with an ad. Late one night, scrolling aimlessly through social media, I saw it: “Want to live your dream life? Unlock your true potential!” I clicked on it without much thought. Who wouldn’t? The site was vague, promising a method to “trade lives” with anyone. It seemed ridiculous, but curiosity—and maybe desperation—drove me to follow the instructions. The package arrived three days later: a small metal talisman, circular with intricate carvings, and a slip of paper explaining the ritual. It was simple. Focus on the person you want to become, smear a drop of your own blood on the talisman, and carry it with you.

I’ll admit, I didn’t think it would work. But the idea of becoming Gabe—big, strong, handsome, with a carefree gym-bro life—was irresistible. So, I did it. I held the talisman in my hand during my next gym session, picturing Gabe in vivid detail: his towering form, the sweat glistening on his arms, the easy way he smiled at everyone. I pictured his power, his confidence. And then... it happened.

It started subtly. My skin felt warm, a faint tingling sensation creeping across my arms. I brushed it off as adrenaline from my workout, but by the time Gabe walked by me on his way to the squat rack, the tingling became something else—like static electricity crackling across my entire body. My vision blurred, and I stumbled, gripping a nearby bench to steady myself. Gabe turned his head, locking eyes with me. His friendly smile faded, replaced by something else—something intense, almost knowing.

Before I could process what was happening, Gabe’s body began to shimmer. His edges blurred, his muscles and beard dissolving into tendrils of ethereal energy. The glowing strands snaked toward me, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t run. They pierced into my chest, surging through me like liquid fire. I gasped as a flood of memories, sensations, and instincts crashed into my mind like a dam breaking. It was overwhelming. I saw Gabe’s life flash before my eyes—his childhood, his career, his friendships, his workouts—all of it pouring into me as his essence merged with mine.

My body began to change. My arms swelled, muscles rippling beneath my skin as veins snaked down to my forearms. My chest expanded, pecs growing into thick slabs of muscle as dark hair sprouted across them. My legs thickened, filling out with strength I’d never known, and my torso reshaped itself into the chiseled form I’d always envied. The most shocking change was my face—I felt the skin stretch and shift, my jawline sharpening, my cheeks filling out. A heavy, itchy sensation on my chin heralded the rapid growth of a thick beard, cascading down to my chest. I raised a hand to touch it, marveling at its fullness, its weight.

Even my clothes weren’t spared. My ratty gym shirt and shorts morphed into a tight-fitting tank top that clung to my now-massive frame. My old, worn sneakers stretched and reshaped into Gabe’s pristine athletic shoes, while long socks climbed up my calves. Beneath it all, I felt the snug fit of Gabe’s athletic underwear hugging my new physique. It was surreal, every fiber of my clothing shifting to match what Gabe had been wearing moments before.

By the time the transformation finished, Gabe was gone. There was no trace of him except for the memories and instincts now embedded in my mind. I was him. I flexed my arms experimentally, feeling the raw power in every movement. My beard brushed against my chest as I tilted my head, and I couldn’t help but grin. It worked. It actually worked.

And I felt incredible.

That night, I stayed at the gym longer than I ever had before. Every lift felt effortless, every exercise a showcase of my newfound strength. People greeted me as Gabe, their familiarity with him making me feel like a king. I smiled, nodded, laughed, playing along with his gregarious persona. Deep down, though, I was reveling in the sheer power of my new body. My muscles burned in the best way possible as I pushed myself through Gabe’s usual routine—bench presses, squats, deadlifts. I even threw in some pull-ups for good measure, marveling at how easy they felt.

When I finally finished, drenched in sweat but exhilarated, I knew exactly what to do next. Instinct guided me to Gabe’s car, a sleek black SUV parked in the lot. The keys were in my gym bag—my bag now—and I slipped into the driver’s seat like I’d been doing it for years. Driving felt natural, the streets familiar even though I’d never been to Gabe’s neighborhood before. By the time I pulled into his driveway, I was buzzing with excitement.

The house was modest but well-kept, a reflection of someone who valued functionality over flash. I stepped inside, and the smell of leather and wood greeted me. This was my house now. My life. I tossed my gym bag onto the floor and headed to the living room, collapsing onto the large leather sofa. The weariness of the day caught up to me, but it was a satisfying kind of exhaustion—the kind that comes from pushing your body to its limits and knowing you’re stronger for it.

I grabbed a beanie from the coffee table and pulled it over my head, then settled into the couch, absently stroking my thick beard. It was surreal. Less than a day ago, I was a nobody, just another skinny guy in the gym. Now, I was Gabe—powerful, confident, admired. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in years, I felt like I’d won

But my victory would be short-lived.

The next morning, I woke to the blaring sound of an alarm at precisely 5:00 a.m. It was deafening, jolting me upright on the sofa. For a moment, I forgot where I was. The soft leather beneath me, the faint smell of sweat from last night’s gym clothes in the corner, and the lingering ache in my muscles felt unfamiliar. Then it hit me: I was Gabe now. Yesterday wasn’t some fever dream or delusion. My massive hands ran across my equally massive chest and beard, grounding me in reality.

The alarm didn’t stop, and instinct took over. My body moved before I could think, stretching and pulling me off the couch. My feet carried me to the kitchen as I fumbled with my phone to silence the noise. Before I even realized what I was doing, I was scooping protein powder into a shaker, the measurements precise to the gram. Eggs were next, sizzling in a pan while I downed a glass of water and prepped a perfectly portioned oatmeal bowl. My mind reeled. I hadn’t planned any of this—it just happened. Gabe’s routines, his habits, were hardwired into me.

By the time I’d scarfed down breakfast and jumped in the shower, I barely had time to admire my reflection. It was still surreal to see my broad shoulders and beard dripping with water, steam curling around me like I was in some kind of fitness commercial. The newness of it all distracted me from the creeping unease. I couldn’t stop myself. My hands worked deftly to apply beard oil, combing the thick, rugged hair into a flawless mane. Then came the moisturizer, the styling gel for my hair, the deliberate precision of every stroke. It was meticulous, mechanical. My mind screamed, Why am I doing this? But my body didn’t wait for an answer.

By 6:00 a.m., I was out the door and driving to Gabe’s engineering firm.

The drive was uneventful, but as I pulled into the parking lot and stepped out, my stomach twisted. I wasn’t just Gabe the gym bro anymore—I was Gabe the electrical engineer. A high-profile electrical engineer. The one who designed systems so advanced that even explaining them made normal people’s heads spin. My anxiety bubbled up, but it was smothered by something else—Gabe’s instincts, his confidence. My feet carried me inside, through the lobby, past coworkers who greeted me with nods and smiles. I smiled back, trying to mask my growing dread.

At my desk, it started. The emails, the meetings, the sheer volume of work. Diagrams and blueprints filled my screen, technical specifications and equations that would’ve been gibberish to me yesterday. But now? I could read them as if they were second nature. My hands moved with practiced ease, drafting schematics for a new type of quantum current inverter. When a coworker stopped by to ask about the thermal dissipation rates on the latest prototype, my mouth rattled off the answer effortlessly.

“It’s stabilizing at 92%, but we’ll need to integrate the multi-layer graphene sheets into the cooling chamber to sustain the load. Otherwise, the core temperature will spike past 315 Kelvin under peak output.”

The words left my lips before I even knew what they meant. My coworker nodded, satisfied, and walked off. I just sat there, stunned. How the hell had I just said all of that? It wasn’t me. It was Gabe’s knowledge, buried deep in my brain like a program running in the background, ready to activate whenever needed. But I wasn’t in control of it. I felt like a fraud, yet no one else seemed to notice.

The day dragged on. Meetings blurred together, each one filled with more jargon, more equations, more problem-solving. By the time I left the office at 7:00 p.m., my brain felt like it had been wrung out. But it wasn’t over. Gabe’s routine wasn’t just work—it was everything. I found myself driving straight to the gym, no room for debate. My muscles ached, but my body demanded more. Two hours of punishing weights later, I collapsed back into Gabe’s car, drenched in sweat.

When I finally made it home, I sank into the couch, utterly drained. My beard itched, so I absentmindedly combed it, following the nightly grooming ritual that Gabe’s habits forced onto me. My phone buzzed—emails from work, notifications from the regional Electrical Engineering Society about an upcoming mentorship event, reminders for the evening class Gabe taught at the local college twice a week. My stomach dropped. This wasn’t just a busy life; it was relentless.

The weeks that followed were a blur of exhaustion. Each day started the same—5:00 a.m. alarm, breakfast, work, gym, grooming, repeat. Gabe’s life was a well-oiled machine, and I was just a cog in it. His obligations consumed me. At work, I was constantly juggling high-stakes projects: designing an AI-driven power grid for a new residential development, troubleshooting issues with a cutting-edge solar panel array, drafting proposals for international clients. My mind didn’t understand half of what I was doing, but my body performed flawlessly. It was like being on autopilot, watching from the passenger seat as Gabe’s instincts took the wheel.

Outside of work, it was no better. Gabe was a pillar of the community, and his responsibilities were endless. Twice a week, I taught a college course on renewable energy systems, standing in front of a room full of eager students who hung on my every word. I mentored young engineers through the regional society, reviewing their projects and offering advice that flowed out of me like a script. Even weekends weren’t mine—Gabe volunteered at STEM outreach programs, helping high school kids build basic circuits and talking to them about careers in engineering.

The only solace I found was in the gym. Those two hours every evening were the only time I felt connected to my new body. I didn’t have to think, didn’t have to pretend. I could lose myself in the rhythm of the weights, the satisfying burn of muscle, the primal rush of power. But even that came with its own pressure. Gabe’s physique didn’t maintain itself, and every workout was a battle to keep up with the impossible standards he had set.

By the end of each day, I was a wreck. I’d collapse onto the couch, staring blankly at the TV or scrolling through emails until I passed out. The once-exhilarating sight of my massive arms, my chiseled chest, my thick beard—it all started to feel like a costume. I was Gabe on the outside, but inside, I was still just... me. And I hated it.

One night, after a particularly grueling day, I sat on the couch, nursing a protein shake and staring at my reflection in the darkened TV screen. The man staring back at me was perfect—handsome, powerful, successful. I couldn’t deny it. The sharp jawline, the massive shoulders, the thick, glossy beard framing my face. My body was a masterpiece of raw strength and rugged masculinity, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a flicker of satisfaction. I was hot now. When I walked into a room, people noticed. When I spoke, they listened. I was living in a body that other men envied and women swooned over, and I had to admit, it felt good to be admired.

But even that shallow victory wasn’t enough to make up for the gnawing emptiness that followed me everywhere. The life I’d stepped into wasn’t what I wanted at all. I’d pictured freedom, simplicity—a dream of power and ease. Instead, I’d inherited a grind so brutal it left no room for me. I was a hollow version of Gabe, mimicking his brilliance, parroting his drive, moving through his routines like a wind-up toy that couldn’t stop. Every accomplishment felt fake, every smile forced. The admiration I received wasn’t mine. None of it was.

As I combed my beard, the familiar routine calming me in a bleak, mechanical way, I tried to find something—anything—to hold on to. Maybe it was true that this wasn’t the life I wanted, but it was the life I was stuck with. And if nothing else, I had to admit it: I looked good doing it. Even if I couldn’t escape this exhausting existence, at least I was the kind of man people admired, envied, even desired.

That thought was cold comfort, but it was all I had. And tomorrow? Tomorrow, I’d wake up at 5:00 a.m., fix Gabe’s perfectly portioned breakfast, answer his impossible emails, solve problems that weren’t mine, and drag myself to bed in the body of the man I thought I wanted to be.

[amphitriteswife]

Can you make a Samuel Seo OnlyFans Hc's please 😭🙏 Thank youuu

Samuel seo onlyfans HC

Source: Lookism

Character: Samuel Seo

Warnings: nsfw content

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👓 Samuel would blurr his face, maybe show his jawline or make the picture that way that you can see his body but the phone covers his face. After all his work and career could get in danger if he shows his face. It doesn’t actually help because from the tattoos it’s very easy to guess who it is

👓 He’s the type to caption his videos normally. For example he would caption it ‘going out for a walk.’ Inly to find out that he’s filming his lower half when he’s walking outside, the sight of his massive print in his pants almost taking up the whole screen.

👓 Is actually open to have sex with other people and post about it. He would be very rough and dominant. It’s his ‘style.’ It would involve slapping, face grabbing, choking and overall very top like stuff. You have to be into that type of stuff if you actually want to participate in it, it’s a regular thing. If you don’t then he’s not really for you. Might add BDSM into that i suppose

👓 Samuel is the type to actually do asmr but not in an outright sexual way. His viewers would know what he means but others wouldn’t. He also focuses a lot on his hands in those scenarios or his chest. His tattoos also play a huge roll into his roleplay, many find them endearing or rather sexy. So why not use it against his own benefit? There would be scenarios of him being your boss, your trainer, your teacher. Any role where he is above you. (He has a inferiority complex for a reason-)

👓 it’s not necessary his own doing but a lot of people use his body or voice for captions or advertisements. It wouldn’t be a surprise if you come across a video of boyfriend asmr with his face of body. He doesn’t really care for it to be honest as long as it doesn’t get out of hand. If it does you’ll get your ass beat.

👓 He doesn’t actually use many toys. He isn’t fond of them and prefers to do things ‘the natural way’ what does this mean? It means that he’s either jerking off or actually having sex with someone. He might use cock rings for example or gags. But not self pleasuring toys, it’ll bruise his ego quite a lot although he would NEVER admit it. Why use toys when you can have sex with him? He’ll never understand it and frankly will never see reason with it.

👓 Samuel would let you beg for him, not only will it feed into his own apparently fragile ego but it’s also a fetish thing. He’ll deny and tease you a lot simply to hear those words come out your mouth. He’ll have that satisfied grin on his face when you say it too. He could be generous at times and sometimes give in easier than other times but that purely depends on his own mood or when he feels like it.

👓 to take a look in his pants: 19 cm. Easily probably the biggest in the verse (he’s PTJ’s fan service). Right amount of veins and prides himself in it. Purely because he thinks it looks masculine that way. Actually doesn’t have a much obvious curve. It’s rather more straight forward. Thickness is pretty evenly divided and the tip is cut yes. He’s very clean as we saw a few times in the manhwa, sprays perfume and stuff as well as grooming and using make up. This also applies to the x-ray. He actually had laser treatment and he smells really nice during sex. He also doesn’t sweat easily.

👓 His watch will probably stay on during sex. He also has big hands which will play a part during it. He’s actually very good with his hands. Both when it comes to fingering or just touching your body. No he doesn’t do fisting, he’s crazy but not that crazy okay.

👓 When it comes to role play during sex it’s usually the topics i had already stated before in the asmr section of this post. But he would also take it to rather extreme scenarios. Such as cheating for example. It’s not real but it definitely feeds his ego in some twisted way to know someone choses him over someone else. And frankly if he were to know you actually had a partner and you cheated on them with him he wouldn’t care. I think he doesn’t have his morals straight and doesn’t see it as his problem.

That’s all for now yall😔⭐️

[punkslovepoints]

✨2024 Steddie Fic Recommendations

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Summaries and links below the cut

Born Under a Bad Sign by @pinkie-quinns [27k E]

Eddie Munson lived. He lived. So why does he still feel very, very dead?

No Loose Ends by @thisapplepielife [7k E]

"Ocean air is healing, you know," Eddie says as if he's serious, and Steve smiles. "Is the gulf considered an ocean?" Steve asks. And Eddie just shrugs and grins back, shaking another pack of cigarettes out of the fresh carton Steve brought him. Steve feels like a pack mule, hauling food and smokes and beer, back and forth across several states. "Closest thing I've ever seen to one, at least," Eddie says, and Steve has the fleeting thought that someday, Steve will change that. Or: Waiting out the shitstorm back in Indiana.

Big Talk by @occasionaloverboy [29k E]

The first time Eddie flirts with him is a surprise. The second time is a fluke. After that, it gets a little hard to keep track.

Sports Performance by @entanglednow [18k E]

Steve discovers something unexpected while waiting alone in Eddie's room, and struggles to be a supportive friend.

i got your name stuck to my tongue (only call me when you're drunk) by GhostEnthusiast [22k E]

5 times Steve fools around with Eddie Munson at parties, and 1 time he invites him to one himself.

Exactly What It Looks Like by @bilbosmom-belladonna [31k E]

Steve makes a face at Eddie. “You've imagined doing stuff with a guy?” “Yeah, man,” Eddie replies, spreading his hands wide. “Doesn't everyone?” Steve tilts his head to the side as he thinks. Maybe not very often, but his freshman year when Davey Riggs had been swim team captain? Yeah, he had definitely imagined some stuff that had made trips to the locker room kinda awkward. “Yeah, that's true,” Steve answers, nodding. “I wonder why everybody acts like it's so gross, though.” In the summer of 1986, Steve and Eddie have some perfectly normal fun between a couple of perfectly normal dudes.

Path to the Rainbow's End by gayhandshake [17k M]

Eddie always believed he was getting out of Hawkins. He knew he was meant for something else, even when he thought he only had two options: a bus to the state penitentiary like his father and his father’s father before him or a plane to Los Angeles, paid for by a record executive with a fat bank account and a vision. Turns out, there was a third path, and when he left town, it was in the driver’s seat on I-90, trailing behind a brown BMW carrying the Wonder Twins, with most of their shared possessions shoved into the back of his van. The van survived the drive to Rochester, but just barely. He coaxed her along with soothing words and stroking hands until she rolled to a stop two houses down from their new place, like Flipper dying in her trainer’s arms. He didn’t cry then, because they’d done this song and dance before. He did throw a very mature, contained temper tantrum at the mechanic the next day. -- Eddie knows exactly who he is. Definitely. Probably. Maybe.

Somewhere it Hides a Well by @teddywesworl [8k E]

Eddie ducks his head briefly, a gesture that doesn’t quite fit with the guy’s overall image: buzz cut, obvious ink, scars on his jaw. A bunch of his shirt buttons are undone, and Steve can see a white tank and a gold chain underneath. “Yeah,” Eddie says. “I’m at a shop in Uptown.” It’s rote, sounds sort of disinterested. Steve might think he’s being dismissed if Eddie Munson’s eyes weren’t raking over him, lingering at his jawline, his throat, his hands when he adjusts his cuffs. Or: At Lumax’s wedding in 2003, slutty bisexual physical therapist Steve sets his eye on inked up tough guy mechanic Eddie and peels away his mask.

You Could Call Me Nancy by @pinkie-quinns [5k T]

Steve and Nancy get back together. And Eddie, well. He does what any respectable person would do in that situation. He drinks about it.

Restorative Violence by @anniebass [30k E]

Unlike his uncle, Eddie still dreamt of bigger things, the fame of a musician, good cars, big-ass mansions, talked about it in the hospital bed, as with the trailer’s ruin came hope of relocation, the first step toward betterment, maybe a house a touch less vehicular, one maybe not so weiner-shaped. Still, his new room failed to convey a fulfilled dream; the unpacked boxes stood in unstable towers, dust covered the guitar, only the dirty dishes seemed to be a movable component of a life sustained, not lived. It didn’t seem like Eddie was fine at all.

Late Bloomers by @arimakes and @mojowitchcraft [65l E]

Two men walk into a gay bar. One thinks he’s straight, one thinks he’s vanilla. Both of them are idiots.

Steve & Robin by @audacityofbird [120k M]

It's 1995. Two sets of best friends find themselves in Chicago and in each other's orbit as they try to figure out how to best navigate the world, work, relationships, family, and friendships in their mid-twenties. Chrissy is starting a new job in a new city with only an old friend to help tether her. Eddie tries to help his band find their big break. Steve tries to get his matchmaking family off his back and Robin hatches a plan to help him do that in an unconventional and seemingly logical way. They're all finding themselves and their way to each other. So, who cares if they stumble along the way? At least they have each other.

Don't Hate The Player by orphan_account [6k M]

Steve Harrington doesn't really play video games. Not his thing. Somehow, however, he's ended up in an utterly delusional, one-sided relationship with an NPC.

The Fire And The Flood by @entanglednow [6k E]

Steve's already spent half a day dealing with the kids misbehaving, he really doesn't need Eddie making his life harder.

would you be my friend? by @their-we-go [8k M]

"Honourable Justice Harrington, I have perjured myself on this stand today, and I would like to recant.”"Honourable Justice Harrington, I have perjured myself on this stand today, and I would like to recant.” “Dude, what are you—” “I lied, man. I fibbed. I told a story. I—” “Alright, okay. I get it.” “I don’t read, uh. Gay porn for the articles.” “Okay.” “I more read it for the, you know.” He scrubs a hand over his face. Wishes he could hide. “Gay porn.” (Or: scenes from Eddie's life after the world doesn't end.)

let's exchange the experience by @jamiethegardener55 [22k E]

"I propose a game," Eddie announced. Steve zipped his coat back up, wincing. "I'm not playing your dungeon game." "Not," Eddie said, "a tabletop game, thank you, Steven. A challenge. A bet." He felt his eyes gleam. Steve gave him a wary look. "What kind of challenge?" "I," Eddie said, clapping his palms together, "will be Steve Harrington. For a whoooole day. And you will be Eddie Munson." -- Eddie and Steve play a game. They have to do whatever the other says for the day. Neither of them has ever heard of BDSM. Things go really well.

Big wheel keep on turning by prufrocks [28k E]

A few months after Starcourt, Steve moves out of his parents' house and into a friend of a friend's empty RV. What follows is a long six months of unintentional minimalism, scraping by on two bucks an hour, and staring at the specter that haunts the other side of the trailer park. Meanwhile, Robin gets a song stuck in her head. A season four rewrite.

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Then mine from this year:

Pebble [5.4k words, Rated: T]

“Right, well when the male finds a female penguin he likes, he brings her a pebble. It shows the female that he wants to build a nest with her, that he wants to have her as a mate. So I thought -” Steve raised an eyebrow, “You want me to be your mate?”

flood water (a series) [17k words, Rated: E]

“Nothing says last day on earth like trying to fuck your straight friend before disappearing the next day.” Eddie skips town a month after he gets out of the hospital.

how to wake a dead boy (with art work by @bleedingoptimism) [33.4k words, Rated: M]

Steve’s been able to bring dead people back to life since he was a child. It’s a secret he’s managed to keep from everyone, hiding his power under a layer of detachment from the world around him. Then Eddie dies and Steve has a decision to make. A Stranger Things canon-compliant story based on Pushing Daisies lore.

Queer Lodgings [WIP, Rated: E]

After almost dying in the Upside Down, Eddie wakes to a high school diploma, a place at community college, and - yet another surprise in this new sunshine and rainbows existence that is somehow his life - Steve Harrington as a roommate. It's a double bi awakening!