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Top 10 exercises to build muscle | Akram Yoga & Personal Training

In this video, we talk about how to build muscles and the top ten muscle-building exercises. Let's watch the video Top 10 exercises to build muscle by Akram yoga & personal training.

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Had this thought running around in my head.

Sleeper Build Emmrich Volkarin.

Emmrich probably would gain loads of muscle from running around with the Veilguard and Lucanis would make it his job to make sure Emmrich eats enough like an Italian grandmother.

Between eating well because of Lucanis and work out sessions with Taash. Plus running around Thedas with Rook, he’s bound to get quite fit. On top of that, he does enjoy keeping up with his morning stretches and exercises.

After the events of DAV, he returns to teaching and the baby goths are going to notice that their favourite bean pole of a professor is looking more jacked, back muscles peaking through his shirt, his arms looking significantly more veiny through his grave gold. He’s noted to not be wearing his usual vest, when prompted about it, he causally jokes about gaining weight (you know, domestic bliss with a new wife and all) and is getting a new vest tailored.

I imagined my Rook (Lenore Ingellvar) rejoining the Mourn Watchers and becoming a combat instructor after the game, she’s popular with her students because of her younger age and friendly disposition. Most of the students think they have a shot with her because Professor Volkarin is a nerdy bean pole and Professor Ingellvar deserves “a real man”.

Que Emmrich dropping into one of her classes one day and one of the boys, a young noble from House Van Markham maybe, openly challenging Emmrich into hand to hand combat because he thinks Professor Ingellvar is too much of a catch for an old man like Emmrich.

Lenore sweetens the pot by saying that the student who manages to land a single hit on Emmrich gets to sit out on physical conditioning. A total of 10 students step up to the challenge, eager to impress their favourite instructor and an opportunity to also one up the senior watcher.

Emmrich offers to take them 5 at a time. He moves unnaturally fast for a man of his age and manages to take all of them down fairly quickly. Emmrich puts Lil’ Van Markham into a chokehold and the boy forgets to tap out so he knocks out completely.

Save to say the student body learns of the meaning behind his nickname: Emmrich “Vol-carnage” Volkarin

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hurt comfort prompt:

zoro doesn’t understand why the cook is so skinny

he is the gym freak so he’s always helping the crew build muscles - but with sanji he just stays the same?

he also questions why sanji chooses to do smaller workouts for muscles he hasn’t even heard of

chopper does know all the medical records of the crew- he knows the limits and can be upset when it’s ignored-

sanji always has to check up with chopper because his body - while he takes care of it- can break easily

zoro gets annoyed by this and try’s to confront him- he’s confused and mistakes this as him holding back (kunia flashbacks similarity)

pop- zoro has unintentionally dislocated sanjis shoulder and promptly freaks the fuck out- 1 he would never hurt the crew intentionally that is actually HURTING the crew- ie sanjis hand to should ratio is always off limits

anyway sanji is used to this- while he is more careful about his arms it still makes him upset

they cool off for a bit away from each other. zoro comes back to help apply kt tape and they talk

sanji explains that even though he is strong. strong enough to fight zoro and others- doesn’t mean he doesn’t have limits. even now- he cant feel them since wci so he needs to be more careful

everytime he gets hit- yeah he doesn’t feel it- or his body fixes itself now- doesn’t mean it’s good. his joints and muscles suffered damage when he was younger- his body isn’t magically 100% at most it’s a solid 60% and even with the regeneration he needs to be careful.

each time it happens he can feel a shift. he can feel a slight change- he isn’t as accurate, a slight tremble turns into a noticeable one on a bad day

he explains this and how even zoro himself should look into more then main muscles- that he looks out for the crew the best he can in diet but there’s only so much he can do

it’s why he does yoga and pilates with the girls (franky and brooke too)

he does resistant training with luffy

he doesn’t over exert himself on one training method or anything else- he takes his time because that’s what he needs

zoro learns all this and after helping sanji apply tape and stretch he fucking dissapears for a week (how on a ship he will never know)

zoro comes out a week later having read 10 books on anatomy and exercise methods (5 from chopper and 2 from robin ans 3 from sanjis collection)

zoro is still a drill sargent in the gym but he curates his workouts more- he talks to sanji about what the crew needs. heck he has meetings with sanji and chopper about keeping the crew healthy and top shape

zoro corners sanji in the bath later and he sees this as him being the most vulnerable just like sanji opening up to him

so he opens up about not only wanting to be the best because of his promise but because he cares for the crew that death is too unkind and quick and he wants to make sure everyone is safe, ready and able

sanji kicks him for corning him the bath of all places but understands

he opens a bit about how he was raised how he sees things and in that moment something just kinda clicks in his head and instead of freaking out it’s just a long groan of “wow how did i only notice now”

and he’s like welp whatever i guess then kisses zoro and idk they have sex you choose wink

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Fitness update time baybeeeeeeeee! I once again had to gather the balls to post the photos here so uh. Ye. :D

Like the last one, more details will be under the cut, but for the TL;DR crowd:

Last Update Here

Current: 177lbs | Estimated BMI: 24-26% | Push Pull Legs split at 6 Days a week

Notes: Training stimulus for this block focused on lifting basics and intensity: establishing a stronger mind-muscle connection and knowing how training to true mechanical failure feels like. Additional challenge: Finding maintenance calories and maintaining weight in the general range of 175-180lbs before re-attempting 1st Lean Bulk attempt.

Results: All lifts have seen an increase in working weight. Noticeably more muscle definition overall over the course of the last two months. Weight largely remained the same; assume maintenance calories has been accurately found.

Sooooooo the last two months have been kinda crazy. I took a look at my past lifting logbooks and found that despite my PRs being higher than the last recorded attempt, my overall working weights for all of my lifts hadn't really moved much. Partially out of fear of injury, but mostly due to the noticeable lack of real intensity in the training.

On top of that I found that my weight wasn't going down or up at the calories I was eating at, but my energy had begun to drop and recovery was suffering. Originally I was meant to be in my first bulk, but my weight never moved, and that ultimately resulted in me switching strategies for my nutrition too.

Basic idea: dial up the intensity, RPE of 8-9.5. Find true maintenance calories.

For nutrition: I used the TDEE calculator for my calories this time. It's supposedly more accurate than most other calorie calculators including MyFitnessPal's calculator, which gave me 2200 calories as my "bulk". Welp, turns out that's wrong; 2200 is my cutting number with my current activity level. And given how long I've been in a cut, it explained why, even in the deficit still, my weight never moved: it's too low to gain weight, and with how long I been in a deficit up until then my body was adapted too much to continue losing fat. So I instead switched focus onto finding my actual maintenance calories by immediately bumping my calories to the number the TDEE calculator gave me (2600 cal) and adjusting based on how my weight trend.

Result is, over the course of 2 months I gained 2 pounds but I'm certain this is almost entirely muscle (based on look, measurements, and performance in the gym); I've otherwise hadn't changed weight wise. This is good to know; it means I can eat more than I initially thought and gives me a stronger baseline for when I do actually go into a real bulk.

For training: First thing I focused on was my legs, which was arguably my weak link. This is largely due to an old injury in my left knee made it hard to reach full range of motion, and the strength discrepancy between my left and right leg because of it was pretty noticeable. Correcting it is one of the reasons why I switched to PPL training split, with Legs being trained first every cycle.

For both my legs and my isolation exercises I utilized unilateral versions of all my exercises; working each limb separately instead of together. I also incorporated a different set program: 2 working sets of 6-10 reps, 1-2 sets taken to true mechanical failure. The failure sets were meant for me to get used to the very uncomfortable sensation of training the muscle to- and past - it's actual limit and not my mental limit while maintaining proper form technique. That shit is rough, but it ensured that I was training with actual intensity and I was taking the muscle to true failure for growth, which in turn would help with building better muscle-mind connection with each muscle bilaterally and unilaterally.

For compounds I didn't take any of the lifts to true failure due to the higher fatigue and recovery toll. Instead I focused on building strength skill, so the set program was: 1 Topset (heaviest set of the exercise) 1-3 reps, 2 working sets for 5-8 reps. Any hypertrophy work for these lifts were always done with machine accessories for stability and safety.

Results thus far has seen my overall strength increasing, my knee is much stronger and stable (tested my squats and I can safely squat my own bodyweight without pain or wobbling, which is a feat due to being unable to do that months ago), and I confidently can say I have better form and idea of intensity.

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SO! With all of that said I'd say this block was overall a success after much trial and error. Now that I've gotten a better idea of a few things, my next move right now is to take a deload week for some much needed rest, then structure my next block for a more strength focus alongside my 2nd attempt at an actual lean bulk. The goal is to gain at least 4-5 pounds of muscle by the beginning of next year and make a new maxout for my PRs, so I might look a lil soft the next time I do a progress report but hopefully I'll be much stronger and ready for my second cutting phase.

This shit is hard, but I'm loving it to death man. I'm having a lot of fun learning and going through the journey and now I can confidently say that I'm at the Intermediate stage of lifting! I also think I know the type of weightlifter I am now. I've heard the term "powerbuilding" a few times now and I feel it fits; primarily lifting to build strength, but also throwing in some bodybuilding rhetoric for aesthetics.

Like I said a while back I'm seriously considering recording my workouts and posting those as I go on my Instagram, and I've actually bought a lil phone stand to practice recording and being more comfortable in front of the camera. We'll see how that goes I suppose!

But uhhhhh YE! That's all my yapping for now. Thank you for listening, and if you have any fitness goals feel free to share them with me! :)

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Leg Workouts with Dumbbells

Leg workouts with dumbbells are an excellent way to build strength, tone muscles, and improve lower body endurance. Dumbbells add resistance to bodyweight exercises, making them more challenging and effective. Below is a comprehensive leg workout routine using dumbbells that targets all major muscle groups in the lower body.

Warm-Up (5–10 minutes)

Before starting, warm up your muscles to prevent injury and improve performance:

Bodyweight Squats: 1–2 minutes.

Lunges: 1 minute (alternating legs).

Leg Swings: 30 seconds per leg.

Jumping Jacks: 1–2 minutes.

Leg Workout with Dumbbells

Perform 3–4 sets of each exercise, with 10–15 reps per set. Rest for 30–60 seconds between sets. Adjust the weight of the dumbbells based on your fitness level.

1. Goblet Squats

Hold a single dumbbell vertically at chest level, close to your body.

Stand with feet shoulder-width apart.

Lower into a squat, keeping your chest up and knees aligned with your toes.

Push through your heels to return to the starting position.

2. Dumbbell Deadlifts

Hold a dumbbell in each hand, palms facing your body.

Stand with feet hip-width apart.

Hinge at your hips, keeping your back flat and knees slightly bent.

Lower the dumbbells toward the floor, then squeeze your glutes to return to standing.

3. Dumbbell Lunges

Hold a dumbbell in each hand, arms at your sides.

Step forward with one leg and lower your hips until both knees are at 90 degrees.

Push through your front heel to return to the starting position.

Alternate legs with each rep.

4. Dumbbell Step-Ups

Hold a dumbbell in each hand.

Stand in front of a sturdy bench or step.

Step onto the bench with one leg, driving through your heel to lift your body up.

Bring the other leg up to meet it, then step back down.

Alternate legs with each rep.

5. Dumbbell Bulgarian Split Squats

Hold a dumbbell in each hand.

Stand a few feet in front of a bench or step.

Place one foot behind you on the bench.

Lower into a lunge, keeping your front knee aligned with your toes.

Push through your front heel to return to the starting position.

Complete all reps on one leg before switching.

6. Dumbbell Calf Raises

Hold a dumbbell in each hand, arms at your sides.

Stand with feet shoulder-width apart.

Raise your heels off the ground, squeezing your calf muscles at the top.

Lower your heels back down slowly.

7. Dumbbell Sumo Squats

Hold a single dumbbell with both hands, letting it hang vertically between your legs.

Stand with feet wider than shoulder-width apart, toes pointed slightly outward.

Lower into a squat, keeping your chest up and knees tracking over your toes.

Push through your heels to return to the starting position.

8. Dumbbell Romanian Deadlifts

Hold a dumbbell in each hand, palms facing your body.

Stand with feet hip-width apart.

Hinge at your hips, keeping your back flat and legs straight (slight bend in knees).

Lower the dumbbells toward the floor, feeling a stretch in your hamstrings.

Squeeze your glutes to return to standing.

Cool-Down (5–10 minutes)

After your workout, stretch your leg muscles to improve flexibility and reduce soreness:

Hamstring Stretch: Sit on the floor with one leg extended, reach for your toes.

Quad Stretch: Stand on one leg, pull the other heel toward your glutes.

Hip Flexor Stretch: Lunge forward with one leg, lower your back knee to the ground.

Calf Stretch: Place one foot behind you, press your heel into the ground.

Tips for Success

Progressive Overload: Gradually increase the weight of your dumbbells as you get stronger.

Form First: Focus on proper form to avoid injury and maximize results.

Rest Days: Allow at least 48 hours of rest between leg workouts for recovery.

Hydration and Nutrition: Stay hydrated and fuel your body with protein and healthy carbs to support muscle growth and recovery.

This dumbbell leg workout is effective for building strength, toning muscles, and improving overall lower body fitness. Incorporate it into your routine 2–3 times per week for best results! Let me know if you need modifications or additional exercises.

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This Life We Build. 1 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

Okay, so this is basically an AU of my Arranged Marriage AU. We can call it Fluffy AM AU lol This would take place after the epilogue in "How I Met Your Father", but I really think it would make it easier if you read the first chapter of "How to Lose a Lucifer in 10 Days". Only the first chapter, though! After that the plot starts off. Here, there is no plot or don't plan to. Just pure self indulgent fluff. Also! I reserve the right to make up any prompts I want and jump the timeline because, again, this is just for fun. Not all chapters may contain smut. [Day 1: Pregnancy test + electro stim]

Something was wrong.

Alastor knew it when the third attempted Overlord and their minions of the week came to try to prove themselves in front of the king that Vox had announced on their dumb boxes. He could still take them down without much of an issue, but this time, for the first time ever, he felt lightheaded when returning back to his original size. When he called upon his own minions to take care of the bodies, he stumbled one time on his own foot.

It was all Lucifer needed to appear at his side as soon he came inside the hotel.

"I am fine" said, instinctively, but the tiny angel was already pressing a hand on his forehead, that did felt warmer than usual.

It wasn't a fever, though. It was the heat of after doing exercise. For a few days now, it was taking him more effort than expected to use his magic. The first time he noticed it, he though maybe it was an issue with himself still needing to learn to regulate his own powers after coming back to hell, like how he had to adapt a new muscle to the use he wanted to give it. But even if that was the case, it would happen too with small task and it didn't. It was only when he needed to do something bigger or get into his full demonic form that he could feel the limit. Not to mention how he never had that problem right after falling, when the contract with Lucifer came into full effect. It was only on the past week or so.

"Cut the bullshit" Lucifer sighed, holding his cheek. "We are going to the Sloth Ring."

Alastor protested in principle. He was just hungry despite all the minions and their leader he just ate. He was just tired, freshly woken up from bed. A good breakfast could solve anything, there was no need to worry so much. Lucifer did not want to hear about it.

At the very least they didn't had to wait long. As soon Lucifer texted Belphegor, she went to look for them in the lobby and take them up to her private office. Sitting on her chair, Alastor looked up to the ceiling and then to the eight eyes in the goat face of the Queen of Sloth.

"It's not that serious" added in the end when he finished explaining. As Bel prepared herself to give him a quick exam, he shook his head to Lucifer. His husband haven't stopped looking at him with a slight frown the entire time. "My love, I am fine."

"Just for my sake then, okay?" Lucifer took his hand and squeeze it, his blue thumb rubbing the backside of his palm. For this outing he had changed into his blue shark demon look. Bel didn't have any issue to identify him directly and didn't even question the different form at all. But his voice was the same, the concern on his face was too Lucifer to hide. "I will feel better with this."

Alastor sighed. As if there was any way he could refuse anything now. But at least it had been made clear now that, if it was for him, none of this would be necessary. They barely even had time to tell Emily that they were going out for a bit before they were just gone.

"Get on the bed" said Bel, opening a curtain for him to pass inside. Alastor laid on top as Lucifer kept a hand over his shoulder. Bel's hands started to glow in purple as she passed them over his body, not touching, but still making him tense up a little. The only hands he allowed so close to him were his immediate family. Bel could count as extended one at the most. "How long have you been having this issue?"

"Not long" Alastor frowned, trying to remember. "Mmm, I want to say a week, more or less. 10 days max. That is why I wasn't thinking there was moment to get alarmed" said, sending a side eye to Lucifer. "It never impede me to do what I need to do."

"But it's there when it wasn't before" pointed Bel calmly, going over his legs extended. "That alone is worth checking to see what is going on. Luci did well. This could have escalated eventually and be harder to deal with" Alastor grunted, ignoring the satisfied smirk that Lucifer send him. Bel moved up his torso and continued, passing over both his arms and finally his head. All with the same blank sleepy expression of always, so surely she wasn't detecting anything that serious either. That is what Alastor was assuming until she spoke. "Mmm. I need another test. You can sit up."

She moved to a cabinet on the side, looking on the drawers.

"Any idea what it could be?" asked Lucifer, letting his warm hand on Alastor's back as soon he changed position.

"I have an idea, but I need to confirm it" Bel came back with a wide stick of light grey on her hand. "Put this into your mouth, over your tongue. It won't take much."

As Alastor did, resigned to his fate, that was probably goin to include rest, Bel sat on her chair again.

"How about you, Luci? You didn't feel anything different lately?"

Lucifer shook his head.

"Absolutely nothing. If something was happening with the girls, I think they would have told us already. So at least it's not contagious, right?"

"No, it's not" Bel looked at the clock on her wall and then at the stick of Alastor, slowly blinking as the extreme that wasn't behind Alastor's teeth started colouring on a soft lilac. When the whole things was painted, she extended her hand to grab it. Alastor growled low for a second before forcing himself to relax again, realizing that nobody was taking food out of him. "I see" she said, her eyes going big for a moment. But once that second was gone, they were back to their half lid default. "Luci, you never checked on his magic, right?"

"No" Lucifer frowned, immediately a sense of guilt sinking his eyes. "Should I?"

"It's best if you do" Bel nodded. "I can tell you now, you are not sick" added to Alastor.

Lucifer turned to him, taking the hand that he kept on his lap to ask for permission before. He nodded, bracing himself for he weird feeling of having his being naked in a way that had nothing to do with his clothes. The first time it happened it was such a shock he could only interpretate like an attack, but now it was just something different he couldn't quite prepare himself for even if he knew it was coming. The previously yellow eyes of Lucifer turned into red and looked at him, his gaze instantly landing on his abdomen. He tilted his head to a side.

"What?" asked Alastor, not really liking his silence.

"What is that?" asked Lucifer to Bel instead of answering.

"So you do see it" said Bel. Just when Alastor was about to demand what they were talking about, she looked up to him. "You are pregnant."

Alastor stared at her like she just spoke gibberish.

Lucifer blinked, his red eyes glued to the same spot a second longer before they came back to normal, seeing at Alastor.

"You are" said, breathless. "I can show you" added with urgency, squeezing the hand of Alastor in his again.

In front of Alastor's eyes it was his own silhouette, full with green magic in constant movement. On his stomach there was a glowing white spot that was also moving without losing that essential circular shape.

"That…" said Lucifer and his voice sounded so close to chocking up that Alastor squeezed him back. "That is a baby. Is a baby, right, Bel?"

"Yes" confirmed Bel calmly.

"How?" said Alastor, like it was the only word he was capable of pronnouncing.

"It's a magical pregnancy. Both of your magic must have combined when you both wished for a new child and made it possible. The reason you have been feeling tired so much it was because the fetus needed your energy to keep form. You were using even more magic that you thought at once. If you were a normal sinner it would have dissolved already without more magic from the father. I imagine that in a month or so that would have happened here too. If you want to keep it, it was a good thing you came now."

Alastor blinked and his vision went back to normal. He turned to Lucifer, the expectation on his face so pulled back that he had to reach out, cupping his cheek. The king exhaled sharply, as if it burned.

"What is that if about?" Alastor brought him closer, kissing his forehead. "Of course we are having it. Of course. Aren't we?" he hummed softly as he kissed the tears that started to fall from Lucifer's eyes. His silly king could get so worried over nothing. How could he even imagine for a second he was going to have any other response? "You wanted it too, didn't you? Why are you surprised?" teased lightly, nuzzling his temple.

Lucifer whimpered without words as hold him tight, burying his head on his chest as Alastor squeezed him tight back. A nice melody all around them was the only way he had to express how full and content he was, his body vibrating with radio static coming from his core.

Maybe it wasn't what any of them expected or planned for, but right at that moment that didn't matter at all. They were going to make it work, somehow. Just like they did for Charlie and Emily, they would do as well for the new addition to their family. They had everything they could need.

"Babe" Lucifer kissed his neck and went up until he found Alastor's lip, clinging him him like he wanted to imprint his presence there. "I love you" sighed, keeping his head close to pet his ears. There were streak of tears on his cheeks, but they were drying up and his smile was so much bigger now. "I love you so much."

Alastor laughed, a light and joyious sound that reverberated with radio noises, and kissed him back, his lips and his red dot and his neck as he hugged him again, stronger than before.

Bel stared at her wall, full of pills of every color in the rainbow. Either because she genuinely did not care or for giving them that moment, she didn't say a word until Lucifer adressed her again by wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up. She was like a rag doll, a doll that was bigger and taller than him, but the king did not mind at all.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" said Lucifer, laughing. "You have given us the best news ever, Bel! You are the best! How can I repay you?"

"You are welcome" said Bel calmly, somehow elipping an arm-tentacle from the grip of Lucifer to clumsily pat his head a few times. "I won't charge you, but you need to know a few things. If you let me sit I can tell you."

"Thank you" Lucifer giggled, giving her one final and especial kind of strong squeeze, before letting her come back to her chair.

If she were anything else but a Sin, they would have heard the sound of her ribs crushing already. Instead she just plopped down, fixing up her robe.

"Well?" asked Alastor when she just looked at the bed with a wishful expression.

Bel directed her eyes at him and pronnounced a little oh, suddenly remembering.

"Right. The baby needs the magic of both parents to keep growing. It's a similar process as what you did for Charlie already. Just one minute for week of magical transference should be enough. If you want to add more minutes it's fine, it won't hurt them. The magic will just go to the pregnant father if it's not absorbed by the baby. I can teach you a way to keep track of so you know if you need more."

Bel taught him a little sigil to know the level of magic the baby needed. After drawing it on the air, the color it glowed would be the status. For now the levels were at a dull green, out of danger, but it was best if they could do one as soon they could. It had to be a brighter green. If it was ever in red, that was their sign something was wrong already. Alastor could feel Lucifer tensing up at his side as his grip on his waist became stronger. He draw circles on his back to calm him down as Bel continue. They were never going to let it get anywhere close to red, that was for sure.

Since it was magical, and not entirely biological, Alastor was going to have significant less symptons than usual, but they could still be there. For that, there were pills. If he had trouble sleeping, there were pills. If anything at all was stressing him out, that wouldn't be nice for the baby, so there were pills. He could eat and drink whatever is that he wanted without worrying. Finally, she wanted to keep checking on the baby every month to make sure it was developing normally. It was exactly two weeks since the conception started so they would have to come back in other two.

Lucifer made some questions, to ease his own mind. Bel answered everything as succintly as she could, not minding to repeat it when Lucifer just wanted to double check. When all of their doubts were resolved, Lucifer hugged her again, thanking her for everything, and Alastor shook her hand. Once they were traspassed the portal to go back home, landing in front of the hotel, Lucifer had a bag full of pills hanging from his shoulder and the biggest smile he had in years.

"Oh, Charlie and Emily are going to be so excited!" squealed, opening the door to let Alastor in. "We have to tell everyone!"

As soon the door was closed behind them, Alastor pushed Lucifer behind a curtain with his tentacles. The little king let out a gasp before Alastor reclaimed his mouth, holding his chin up. He didn't know, but he felt possessive, as if needing to leave his mark all over the father of his unborn kid before letting the rest of the world even know that it existed.

"You heard the doctor, love" whispered, taking a hand of Lucifer. He guided his tentacles to open up his shirt from the bottom up, placing the warm palm of his husband above the fur on his stomach. His skin was still flat, as if nothing had happened, but soon that was going to change. He kissed Lucifer hungrily, sucking on his lips. The curtain was a heavy cover that wouldn't let anyone even know what they were doing, as long they weren't too loud, but even that could be handled with an easy spell from his own fingers. "Our baby needs his papa."

"How could I forget" Lucifer sighed, licking his own lips before bringing him down again, turning him around so now Alastor's back was against the wall. The hand that was over on his stomach slipped under his pants, his underwear, rubbing his mound of fur until Lucifer recieved a nod from Alastor. "How do you want it, baby?" asked, opening the pants of Alastor to pull them down. He gripped his ass between his fingers, mouth watering already. "Hand, tongue or cock? Anything for the good daddy."

"Hand" Alastor punctuated his response by taking the wrist of Lucifer and pushing it on his underwear, further ahead until he moaned with the intimate contact.

He looked over to the side of the curtain, controlling that nobody was getting in or out, but it was as deserted as it was when they left in the first place. If any force on the universe were interrupted them now, he was going to destroy them for the rest of eternity until there was nothing left. This was his little moment of celebration and was going to grab it with open claws if he had to.

"So wet already, babe" Lucifer grunted, pushing inside to his knuckles with two fingers. Alastor grabbed to his shoulders, shivering in delights as he rotted his hips, rubbing himself on the palm. Lucifer's chuckles was like the most pleasant grumble from his chest. "Does carrying my baby makes you like that? Are you going to be one slutty daddy for me?"

"Maybe" Alastor panted as the fingers kept moving, relentless. "You will have to make sure our baby keeps growing to find out. "

Lucifer's grunt came out with a bit of fire between his teeth. Alastor extended his legs further to get down on the wall, grabbing Lucifer by the back of his head to steal a smoky kiss, the tip of his tongue getting so warm as he pressed it inside Lucifer's mouth. For a moment both his tongue entangled on each other, one tasting of hell fire and destruction in such a way Alastor wanted to swallowed it whole, let it burn his insides as much as the fingers were driving him insane.

"Here I go" said Lucifer.

Alastor didn't know what was going, but then a warm, tingling sensation that had nothing to do with Lucifer's movement went up from his fingers to inside of him. His vision was changed again to show him his figure, his magic, and traces of golden magic that were taken out by the white spot inside of him. Everytime a new trace of gold appear, a new little shot of electricity made him jolt, vibrating.

It all lasted a couple of blinks and then he was looking again at the yellow eyes of Lucifer, brow furrowed slightly in concentration.

"Does it feel good?" asked Lucifer. "I can make it softer. Or stronger. You tell me."

"Stronger" Alastor braced himself, holding onto him when the big shock came. The sudden stimulation made him moan harder, one large sound that extended in the air. After that shock, Lucifer added a third finger and kissed his jaw.

"You are taking it so well, baby. You are such a good daddy already" Lucifer's voice smiled before he could see it.

Alastor nuzzled against his head and bite on his cheek down at the next shock, breathing sharply. This one went from Lucifer's fingers to his palm, immediately on top of his sensitive nub. He gave a strangled scream, mouth open, before furiously licking on the droplets of golden blood offered up to him. The sudden warmth of the blood, as if swallowing down whiskey during a blizzard, quickly extended to the rest of his body, making him relax again.

When Lucifer shocked him again, Alastor lost all strenght on his legs. As if sensing, or predicting it before then, Lucifer grabbed him from under his ass to keep him up as he finger fucked him through his orgasm. Alastor moaned, his voice rasping with each exhale, until Lucifer slowly pulled out. He bite down his own lip when Lucifer made a show of cleaning himself up with his tongue, sucking on each tip. Then the king reached out to kiss him, his own flavor and smell still over him.

"Do you think that is enough?" asked Lucifer in a whisper, barely moving.

"If not, I would be surprised" Alastor sighed. The bite on the cheek was already completely healed, so he kissed gently the zone and nuzzled him. "Do you want me to do something for you?"

"Later, at night" Lucifer smiled, petting his head, scratching around his ears. Alastor hummed satisfied, feeling his tail wagging at the attention. A little involuntary squeak came out of him. "You are so cute" chuckled Lucifer, kissing his cheek.

"Shut up" grunted Alastor. He took a breath and started to put his hooves on the ground again, when he remembered. "Darling."

"I know" Lucifer snapped his fingers. Alastor squinted his eyes when a quick and sudden surge of magic passed between his legs, cleaning up his underwear. "Better?"

"More decent at least" Alastor straighten up at last, pulling his pants to close them again. Next it was his shirt and last his suit jacket. He looked like always, but soon enough that was going to change. Another visit to the tailor, who would have to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to keep living. "I am going to need bigger clothes when I start showing."

"We won't have to worry about that for a while" assured Lucifer, holding his hand.

"Oh, I am not bothered at all by the idea" said, reaching down to kiss his forehead. "I can't wait" added in a whisper, leaving a caress on his cheek. "For now, we have an announcement to make, don't we?"

Lucifer perked up.

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Five minutes later, Lucifer had conjured up a megaphone to spread his voice as far as possible through out the whole building.

"Everyone come in to the lobby to receive the best news ever that hell has ever heard about! It's nothing tragic or bad, I promise!"

The good thing of living so long around the king of hell was the ability to completely tuned out his loud shenanigans. Alastor sat down on the couch, patiently waiting for the residents and staff to start appearing.

"Is that fucking thing necessary?" grumbled Husk, covering his ears.

Once everyone was accounted for, Lucifer smiled big and cleaned up his hands on the air.

"Papa, what is happening?" asked Charlie, who despite the warning still looked worried.

"I just wanted to have all of you at once for this!" said Lucifer, enthusiastically moving to get the hand of Alastor on his and stand at his side. "We just came from visiting auntie Bel. I noticed that Alastor wasn't feeling too well this morning, so I got worried and had her test him out. That is how we find that…" Lucifer took a deep breath, like he haven't breath at all during the whole exxplanation. "He is pregnant! We are waiting for a baby!"

Almost everyone in the room instantly looked at Alastor for further confirmation of those words. It only took a simple nod from Alastor for the two princess to make loud noises. For Charlie is was a yell, as Emily squealed, running to hug Alastor.

"Am I am going to have a little sibling?!" Charlie already had tears on her eyes, not knowing what to do with herself.

Lucifer put a hand on her shoulder and nodded.

"Two weeks and counting!" said happily, lifting two fingers. "It's a magical pregnancy that could only happen because we both wanted it at the same time! So if you think about it, it was totally planned!"

Charlie babbled something that almost sounded like how happy she was and she hugged Lucifer, lifting him off the feet on one of the signature bone crushing squeeze she learned from him. The incontrollable sob of her, predictably, started causing a similar effect on Lucifer.

"Aww, sweetie" said first, before his voice was lost on the cries. It was a struggle to understand any of them as they talked over another. "I love your dad so fucking much, duckling, and I know our baby is going to be just as amazing as you are!"

"You are the best papa ever and I love you both so much, I am so happy for you!"

Vaggie sighed, patting the back of her girlfriend as she and Lucifer turned themselves into fountains. Emily looked upon them with a smile and kissed the cheek of Alastor, holding both of his hands as she kneeled

"I don't really have a lot of experience with this side of life. Or afterlife, I guess" commented with a chuckle. "In Heaven I never really saw a pregnancy up close, but I am going to learn as much as I can so I can help you out and be the best big sister I can be" promised, nodding seriously but with a happy smile on her face.

"I am sure you will, dear" Alastor kissed the top of her head. "There is more than enough time. I won't even start showing for a good few weeks."

"Showing what?" Emily tilted her head, confused.

Alastor was taken aback at that. What the fuck did they taught them in Heaven?

"Sweetie" said, gently, "do you know what pregnant means?"

"Of course I do, silly! Lucifer just said it means you are having a baby! That is very exciting."

"Do you know how I am going to have the baby?"

"By…" Emily blinked, thinking it over as a small crease was created between her eyes, "Huh. I guess it appears when it's ready?"

"Not exactly" Alastor took one of her hands and put it over his stomach. "The baby is already here, inside my body, but they are still too small. The more they grow up, this part of me will change to contain them. Then one day they are going to be big enough to get out my body and live here with us."

"Is that how it works?!" Emily's eyes were full of wonder at the new information. She pressed her palm down on Alastor for a second, looking to feel something, and then pulled out, suddenly scared. "Sorry, I shouldn't do that! I don't want to hurt them. Are they okay?"

Alastor chuckled, cupping her cheek.

"They are fine, dear. Like I said, they are too small so it's mostly just my own body now. You didn't hurt any of us."

"Oh" Emily sighed. "Good. I definitely need to read more on it then. How long are they going to be inside your body?"

"If everything goes alright, it should be nine months. That usually is how long it takes."

"Oh, that is really a lot of time. Like almost a year! Is there something I can do to help them come out sooner?"

Alastor smiled, petting her head. Internally damming all of Heaven again because how could let an angel live for so long in ignorance of a big part of human life.

"No, dear. They need that time to develop properly. Your father and I" said, looking at Lucifer, who for some reason had decided to include Vaggie on his hug. Now he and Charlie were sniffling on each side of the fallen angel, doing her best to calm them both "will take care of them to ensure that happens. For now there is nothing else to do but wait."

"I will still do my due research!" promised Emily, standing up to hug him again. "Do you need anything right now? Juice? Water? Something?"

Please, let not this be the start of all of their interactions becoming into this, begged Alastor internally.

"No, dear, thank you. If I want something, I can still get it myself. No need to fret so much" said, feeling relieved when Husk approched him. "Yes?"

"I am going to go ahead and assume that this is real" said, making a pointing gesture to Lucifer finally returning to the floor to recieve the congratulations of everyone else. He looked positively ectatic. "Not even you would be so fucked up to make a joke out of this."

"Why, thank you."

"And you didn't do a terrible job with Charlie either. Although a big portion of that was Lucifer."

"That is usually how parenting with a partner goes, indeed."

Husk took a deep breath and exhaled, as if saying the next part was taking a lot of him.

"I am just saying, when that baby comes out, I am not changing any diapers. Congratulations or whatever" said, turning around to return to the bar.

"Was that a positive interaction or a negative one?" asked Emily in a whisper.

She was still struggling with the nuances of hellish beings.

"Positive. I think" Alastor wasn't entirely sure himself, but he was going to take what he could. After everything that happened, that was probably the most he could get from Husk.

The winged cat didn't had the same reservations about congratulating Lucifer, going so far as to endure one of his hugs. With her eyes finally not leaking. Charlie came running to wrap her arms around him. Alastor patted her back and didn't mind when he could hear another tinu sniffle.

"I am so… so happy for you, dad" said Charlie, kissing his cheek. Her emotions were still on the surface, but at least she was in better control of them. "Are you okay now? Do you need anything?"

"That is what I said!" pointed out Emily.

"Please, don't" Alastor sighed, taking both of her hands. "Dears, I came back from a doctor who said I am fine. I was merely a little tired because the baby was absorbing magic without me knowing it. Now that we do know, we can take care of them adequately. Do no start worrying so much over me when there is no need at all. That is going to be Lucifer's job anyway."

"My job is what now?" said Lucifer, finally joining them.

"That you are going to be the one fretting over me from now on, darling, so the girls don't have to. Isn't that right?"

"Absolutely!" Lucifer perked up, sitting on the couch next to him and hugging him from the side. It seemed that he just had way too many hugs inside he needed to disperse all around. Alastor couldn't say that it bothered him too much. "You two just concentrate on being big sisters and leave everything else to papa! That is what I am here for!"

Charlie pouted, but then Emily grabbed her arm.

"Where is the baby going to sleep?" asked Emily.

Charlie gasped loudly, grabbing her cheeks.

"We can totally decorate one of the rooms of the hotel! And their room at the palace too! It's going to be the cutest room ever!"

As Charlie and Emily got invested on talking about what the room on their baby sibling could include, Lucifer kissed his cheek. Alastor hold onto the arm around his middle. Planned or not planned, he thought, this was okay.

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INCOMING  TEXT :  omg  hv  u  met  ROME  OH  of  the  RODANI  PROWLERS  yet  ?  they’re  one  of  the  crew’s  racer  n  actually  go  by  ARES.  the  30  y/o  is  typically  seen  hanging  arnd  12TWELVE.  allegedly  they’re  frm  SEOUL,  SOUTH  KOREA  n  hv  been  w/  the  crew  for  5  YEARS.  wtvr.  just  watch  out  for  them,  k  ?  ttyl  ! 

#　OVERVIEW　:  better  known  by  his  alias  ARES,  rome  is  a  korean-born  street  racer  deeply  embedded  in  miami's  underground  racing  scene.  once  hailed  as  one  of  the  city's  most  skilled  racers,  rome's  precision  driving  and  countless  victories  earned  him  a  slew  of  sponsorships  and  under-the-table  bets.  however,  a  series  of  high-profile  losses  shattered  his  dominance,  driving  sponsors  away  and  leaving  his  reputation  in  ruins.  now,  desperate  to  reclaim  his  former  glory,  rome  is  willing  to  blur  the  lines  of  morality  and  take  dangerous  risks— no  matter  the  cost.  off  the  track,  he  commands  miami’s  nightlife  as  DJ O.R,  mostly  headlining  at  12TWELVE.

#　statistics.

basic information.

full name oh barom　nicknames / aliases rome, ares, dj o.r　age 30　date of birth october 5, 1977 hometown seoul, south korea　current location miami, florida　ethnicity korean　nationality south korean　gender male　pronouns he/him　orientation heterosexual　religion agnostic　political affiliation apolitical　occupation street racer, dj　living arrangements resides alone in a modest apartment in downtown miami　language(s) spoken korean, english　accent subtle korean undertones mixed with miami urban inflection

crew rodani prowlers　position elite racer and crew veteran　years 5　specialty precision driving, clean car mods, and high-stakes racing

family.

father oh jinseok (estranged, formerly a businessman) 　mother choi eunja (deceased; was a seamstress) 　sibling(s) none　children none　pet(s) none—his lifestyle doesn’t allow for it and he’s simply too lazy to take care of anything that’s breathing　family’s financial status struggled financially after his father’s scandal and abandonment

physical appearance.

hair colour jet black, often styled tousled or slicked back　eye colour dark brown with a sharp, intense gaze　height 6’0” (183 cm) 　weight 170 lbs (77 kg) 　build lean with toned muscles, and athletic honed from racing and physical upkeep　tattoos a minimalist black ink tattoo of an engine schematic on his forearm (x), left side neck with his mother’s name 최은자 vertically (x)　piercings nose hoop & anti-eyebrow (x), lip (x), right earlobe (x)　clothing style sleek streetwear—often wears leather jackets, black tees, fitted jeans, and high-end sneakers　usual expression a cool, confident smirk, often hard to read / chronic rbf!　distinguishing characteristics a faint scar along his jawline, visible when the light hits just right

health.

physical ailments slight colorblindness (red-green deficiency)　neurological conditions none　allergies none　sleeping habits night owl, often only sleeps 4-5 hours due to racing and DJing; compensates with occasional daytime naps　eating habits balanced diet, eats sporadically but enjoys hearty meals when he does; prefers spicy foods　exercise habits regular gym visits focusing on strength and stamina, complemented by running along miami beaches

emotional stability 6/10 – tends to be volatile when under pressure, especially when dealing with losses　sociability prefers a mix— enjoys the nightlife and camaraderie of his crew but values time alone to decompress　body temperature average　addictions thrill-seeking, particularly through racing　drug use occasionally smokes; avoids harder substances　alcohol use social drinker, favors whiskey

personality.

label the mysterious rebel　 positive traits charismatic, determined, resourceful, loyal to those who earn his trust　 negative traits hot-headed, secretive, resentful, manipulative tendencies, struggles with self-doubt　 goals/desires to reclaim his status as miami’s top racer and restore the rodani prowlers’ dominance　 fears failure, abandonment, his secret (colorblindness) being discovered

hobbies modifying cars, DJing, experimenting with beats, and late-night drives along coastal roads　habits often plays with a lighter or taps his fingers rhythmically when thinking

favorites.

weather cool, breezy nights perfect for racing　colour black, cyan (though his perception of it is affected by his colorblindness) 　 music EDM, house, r&b and hip-hop　movies action thrillers like the italian job and drive　sport formula 1　beverage black coffee by day, whiskey neat by night　food tteokbokki (spicy korean rice cakes) 　 animal turtle

extra.

zodiac sign libra　mbti istp (the virtuoso)　enneagram type 8 (the challenger)　temperament choleric-melancholic　hogwarts house slytherin　moral alignment chaotic neutral　primary vice pride　primary virtue determination　element fire

#　backstory.

rome oh,  nicknamed  “ares”  for  his  aggressive,  warlike  precision  on  the  track  and  unrelenting  drive  to  dominate,  was  born  into  a  life  of  turbulence.  his  father  was  a  disgraced  businessman  who  fled  south  korea  after  a  failed  investment  scandal,  dragging  rome  and  his  mother  to  miami  when  rome  was  10.  struggling  with  the  stigma  of  their  fall  from  grace,  his  family  lived  in  poverty,  bouncing  between  seedy  motels  and  borrowed  apartments  in  little  havana.

rome’s  father  turned  to  petty  crime,  leaving  him  to  care  for  his  ailing  mother.  at  fifteen,  his  father  disappeared  altogether,  leaving  behind  a  mountain  of  debt  and  no  explanation.  rome  dropped  out  of  school,  becoming  the  sole  provider  for  his  mother  by  working  at  an  auto  shop  during  the  day  and  moonlighting  as  a  courier  for  shady  clients  at  night.  it  was  in  the  auto  shop  that  rome  discovered  his  love  for  cars  and  his  natural  talent  for  racing.

rome  caught  the  attention  of  the  rodani prowlers  in  2002  during  an  impromptu  street  race.  despite  driving  a  barely-functioning  honda  civic,  he  outmaneuvered  racers  with  far  superior  cars  by  using  unorthodox  techniques  and  his  deep  understanding  of  vehicular  mechanics.  impressed  by  his  raw  skill  and  hunger,  the  prowlers  took  him  under  their  wing.  over  time,  rome  earned  a  reputation  for  being  one  of  their  cleanest  and  most  precise  drivers,  wearing  the  crew’s  cyan-and-white  jacket  with  pride.

rome’s  rise  within  the  prowlers  was  swift,  with  his  impeccable  skills  behind  the  wheel  earning  him  respect  among  his  peers.  his  victories  were  frequent  and  decisive,  cementing  the  prowlers’  position  as  a  leading  force  in  the  underground  racing  scene.  his  name,  ares,  became  synonymous  with  dominance  on  the  streets,  and  he  earned  numerous  sponsorships  and  under-the-table  bets.  for  years,  the  rodani prowlers  dominated  miami’s  underground  racing  scene.  he  was  at  the  top  of  his  game,  and  the  prowlers’  reputation  for  speed  and  clean  mods  seemed  untouchable. 

however,  rome’s  winning  streak  came  to  an  abrupt  halt.  every  loss  chipped  away  at  his  confidence  and  strained  his  relationship  with  the  team.  to  make  matters  worse,  his  mother’s  health  deteriorated,  and  the  mounting  medical  bills  pushed  him  to  desperation.  a  series  of  high-profile  losses  tarnished  his  reputation,  causing  sponsors  to  pull  their  support  and  leaving  him  desperate  to  reclaim  his  former  glory.  this  newfound  desperation  drives  rome  to  adopt  increasingly  cunning  and  morally  questionable  tactics,  willing  to  risk  everything— even  the  prowlers’  reputation— to  prove  he’s  still  the  best.

#　headcanons.

he alternates between a Porsche 911 GT3 RS and a Nissan 350Z. the porsche was a gift, while the 350Z was bought with his own savings. his choice of car for a race depends on his mood and the impression he wants to leave.

rome’s life outside racing is no less intense. by night, he performs as DJ O.R (derived from his initials), headlining sets at 12TWELVE.

his alias, “ARES,” draws from the greek god of war, embodying his aggressive, unrelenting drive to come out on top. as the god of conflict and destruction, ares perfectly symbolizes rome’s approach to racing: he is willing to tear through everything and everyone in his path to regain control. yet this obsession with power and victory has begun to erode his moral compass, leading him down a dangerous path.

despite his confident exterior, rome hides a personal vulnerability; he is slightly colorblind, a secret he fiercely protects. it challenges him subtly on the track, where he relies on instinct and cues beyond color, and in the DJ booth, where he focuses on rhythm and crowd energy over lighting effects.

holds a deep disdain for the nariza bois. the pressure finally got to rome after a humiliating defeat at the hands of the nariza bois, who tampered with his car before the race. that was his last straw.

on the track: rome is a master of precision driving and strategy. he’s capable of taking dangerous risks, executing near-flawless maneuvers, and exploiting his opponents’ weaknesses.

off the track: his cunning extends to manipulation and negotiation. he can charm or intimidate to get what he wants and isn’t above leveraging secrets or bending the rules to secure an advantage.

#　other links.

　CONNECTIONS. INTERVIEW. PINTEREST.

[iridessence]

How are you so confident? Your pics give the the "I'M FABULOUS AND I KNOW IT" vibe without being fake... you know... a lot of times in pics you can see who is fake confident even of they try to fake it well.

You're GLOWING and you give this great positive vibe.

How did you achieve this? I'm asking this because I'm not confident at all. At home when I'm alone I can be confident but as soon as I go out I stop being confident. At home in my mirror I look ok, average but ok. When I see my reflection outside I'm horrified by my looks and I look like the ugliest person on the planet.

When I talk people usually don't understand me well due being so stressed sometimes I talk too fast or too quiet and they're like "what???"

I think talking too fast comes because people usually interrupt me. I'm introvert and people have always talked over me since I was a kid. So I feel like I need to get it all out before I get interrupted

Other times I don't speak too fast or too quiet but words just can't come out and I struggle to even form a sentence. For 5, 10, 15 seconds I would struggle to find the right words. And when you talk to a boss or a co-worker those 5, 10, 15 seconds last sooooo long that it seems to me like I have been quiet for 10 minutes.

I also cry quickly and I struggle with this. I can't top myself and it's very unprofessional to cry in front of my boss or co-workers that later on make fun of me even more.

Can I become more confident myself?

Or do I need a shrink for my problems (or psychiatrist english is not my first language so idk which word to use)

When I see confident women like you I'm like I CAN DO IT... but this "I can do it" just lasts till I don't step out of my apartment.

Hi, thank you for reaching out. Identifying your issue and seeking help is a very important step, so you’re already on the path! Some of what you asked is addressed in my pinned post, but I have some other thoughts.

These are tough things to deal with and work on – there are so many factors that contribute to struggling and it sounds like you deal with anxiety. It might not be to the same extent, but I struggle with that as well. Something that helped me was reframing confidence and related issues under its umbrella: it’s a muscle, which means it will take time to build but it can be built. And some people have muscles that are naturally suited towards certain things while others might have to work really hard at it; you may be in the latter category but that doesn’t mean it’s not possible!

Therapy certainly helps, but one of the other big things is trying to find community and surround yourself with people who support your personal goals and for whom you can do the same. People that say “hell yeah, wear/do/say the thing!” This may seem hard and counterintuitive to achieve for a person with anxiety, but even online community can be a huge help. Finding those people who have similar interests who are kind and supportive can help you to build confidence before branching out to locals as well. Soon you’ll find your people 

Location makes a huge difference too. I definitely dressed up quite a bit in Chicago where I’m from but I felt sometimes like an alien on the street with how some people received me. Moving to New Orleans, when I’m dressed up it’s just Wednesday. Sure, I turn heads and people take pictures and often people inquire about or comment on my style, but still there’s a sense of creativity and letting your freak flag fly in this city that really feels liberating. But sadly relocating is a huge to-do.

Leaning into what you love is super important— making sure that what you do/say/wear is ultimately for YOUR enjoyment is a key foundation to build on.

One of the great things you’re doing great already is looking at yourself in the mirror. You’ve gotta do it every day. Try talking to yourself in the mirror too, practicing ways you might introduce yourself, etc. These are all different ways you can exercise that muscle so that it doesn’t feel so strange when you’re out in social interactions.

The biggest thing with all of these is just time and taking steps to care for your mental health and growth. It’s hard but it’s worth it, and I wish you the best of luck! 

[anpcreates]

I wanted to share about my webcomic 's main protagonist/ main character since I did share about Lucifer (soon I'll share about Michael too ahyuck yuck yuck) but I'm sharing about Isaac in full detail here since AT LEAST TUMBLR DOESNT MAKE YOU REQUIRING PAYIN' TO HAVE LONG TEXT POST >:/

But anyway.

Before I begin, interested in the comic? Here's my official post on the description!

Lemme get to Isaac now ;)

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Name: Isaac Buckland

Nickname: Isa

Age: 27

DOB: 10/13/1997

Height: 6'1''

Physical Build: Fit w/ Muscle

Sex: M

Gender: Cis Male

Sexual Orientation: Bi Curious w/Feminine Preference

Romantic Partner: Rosemary Patélle

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Country of Origin: U.S.A.

Languages: English, Spanish

Species: Originally Human/Mortal, Devil/Archangel Hybrid

Occupation: Waiter, College Student/Med School Student

Alignment: Good

Religion: Previously Christian, Agnostic

Disability(s): Supposedly Schitzophrenic, Recovering Addict

Addiction(s): Recovering Meth Addict, Casual Smoker(Cigarettes or Vape)

Voice Actor: Johnny Yong Bosche (As Nero from DMC5)

Personality Trait(s): Kind Hearted, Gentle, Laid Back, Helpful, Caring, Selfless, Curious, Patient

Style: Punk Rock

Hobbies: Singing, Playing Guitar, Listening to Music, Exercising, Going to the Gym, Writing, Walking, Jogging, Hanging out w/Rosemary, Practicing Coping Skills, Designing Tattoos, Studying Things of Interest, Browsing Web

Coping Skills: Deep Breathing, Meditating, Mindfulness

Theme(s):

About: Isaac has always been known for being a kind and gentle person. He's always been easy going and level headed, trying to make peace of any confrontation or events that come his way. Isaac is also known for being helpful and selfless, always wanting to help others the best he can. With enduring many tragedies in life he's overcome, he now tries everything to maintain a stable and peaceful life, wanting to follow his dream of becoming a doctor and marrying his childhood best friend and fiancé, Rosemary.

When Isaac was born, he wasn't going to make it, born not crying, barely a heart beat or breath, having his parents prepare to lose his. Suddenly a miracle happened where he suddenly came back to life, letting everyone hear his first cry. It was unknown what exactly kept him alive, but he fought to live and low and behold did.

Isaac was diagnosed with schizophrenia at a young age due to having nightmares, visions, and "voices" he would talk to of the devil and archangel Michael supposedly talking to him. He would see visions of hell and heaven, angels and demons, and even claiming to see God himself. Concerning his family, he was treated for schizophrenia at the early age of 5, but oddly even with treatment like medications, the visions and "voices" didn't go away. In fact the older he got the more prevalent the supposed symptoms got. On top of the symptoms, Isaac became a SEVERE insomniac, rarely getting sleep making his struggle worse.

It only got worse when Isaac's father became diagnosed with cancer, dying when Isaac was 18, right around the time he was trying to get into college to fulfill his dream of becoming a doctor. The tragedy having Isaac even more of a mess, thinking even more irrationally, turning to drugs to be able to cope and get through school. Luckily his family and girlfriend helped him get help, sending him to rehab helping his have a new lease on life.

Despite still struggling with his "schizophrenia", Isaac learned even better mental health care and coping, making sure to focus on rebuilding his life.

As Isaac turned 27, finishing his last semester before medical school, his symptoms came back with a vengeance, trying to push it back as nothing new, Isaac meets a man in all black coming to tell him "it's time he learns the truth about himself and who he really is". Isaac of course thought this was just a crazy stranger, but soon Isaac learns the truth.

Isaac didn't just survive his day of birth as a random miracle, he was meant to die, but was also having his new born stolen by a powerful, rogue demon, known as Samael, where he was saved at the last minute having Lucifer, the devil, and Archangel Michael come to save his soul from Samael's clutches and plans. This in turn corrupted his pure and mortal new born soul to become tainted by their opposite essences bringing him back to life as a hybridization of what was thought impossible to exist. All this time, Isaac wasn't schizophrenic, seeing just random religious psychosis, his powers as a corrupted hybrid between the devil and archangel Michael was trying to manifest and awaken.

Isaac as his powers and true identity finally begin to unleash and manifest, learns he must help both the forces of hell and heaven stop Samael from his plans to create an artificial apocalypse to become the new God of existence destroying everything.

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I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS 😭 TOOK FOREVER TO TYPE

[ranjith11]

Top 10 exercises to build muscle | Akram Yoga & Personal Training

In this video, we talk about how to build muscles and the top ten muscle-building exercises. Let's watch the video Top 10 exercises to build muscle by Akram yoga & personal training.

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 How to make body fit without gym

There are many ways to get fit without going to the gym. Here are some useful tips :

Walking is a simple and effective way to improve your cardiovascular fitness, bone strength, and body fat reduction. You can walk for 30 minutes a day, or try interval walking for more intensity.

Taking stairs instead of elevators can help you burn more calories and strengthen your legs. You can start with a few floors and gradually increase the number of stairs you climb.

Bodyweight exercises such as planks, push-ups, squats, jumping jacks, and lunges can build your muscle tone, flexibility, and balance. You can do them at home with no equipment, or use household items like water bottles or furniture as weights or props.

Shadow boxing is a fun way to improve your upper body strength, coordination, and balance. You can punch at the air in front of you, or follow a video online for guidance. Don’t forget to move your feet and add some defensive moves as well.

Yoga can increase your flexibility, muscle tone, and mental well-being. You can practice yoga at home with a mat or a soft floor. There are many poses for beginners, such as tree pose or triangle pose. You can also follow a video online for instruction and inspiration.

Barre exercises are inspired by ballet and can tone your legs, core, and arms. You can use a wall, a bar, or a piece of furniture to hold on to. Some of the exercises you can try are knee lifts, ballet squats, and deep lunges.

If you want to focus on some specific areas of your body, you can try some of these exercises:

Glute bridge can help you tone your glutes, hamstrings, and lower back. To do this exercise, lie on your back with your knees bent and your feet flat on the floor. Lift your hips off the floor and squeeze your glutes at the top. Hold for a few seconds and then lower your hips. Repeat for 10 to 15 times.

Tricep dips can help you strengthen your triceps, shoulders, and chest. To do this exercise, sit on the edge of a chair or a bench with your hands on the edge and your legs extended in front of you. Slide your hips off the edge and bend your elbows to lower your body until your arms are at a 90-degree angle. Push yourself back up and repeat for 10 to 15 times.

Side plank can help you work on your obliques, core, and hips. To do this exercise, lie on your side with your elbow under your shoulder and your legs stacked. Lift your hips off the floor and keep your body in a straight line. Hold for 30 seconds and then switch sides.

Lateral raises can help you sculpt your shoulders, arms, and upper back. To do this exercise, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and hold a pair of water bottles or books in each hand. Raise your arms to the sides until they are parallel to the floor. Lower them slowly and repeat for 10 to 15 times.

These are just some of the ways you can get fit without a gym. You can also try cycling, swimming, skipping rope, or any other activity that you enjoy and that makes you sweat. The most important thing is to be consistent and have fun! 😊

[art-of-manliness]

Bruce Lee’s Forearm Workout

If we’ve learned one thing this year about what the ladies find attractive in men, it’s forearms: forearms sticking out of rolled-up sleeves; forearms gripping steering wheels; forearms handling tools. Women love the look of a man’s well-developed forearms. Strong forearms are functional too: they improve your throwing capacity and help you lift, carry, and hold things better. If you’ve wanted to build bigger, stronger, more defined forearms, today we’ll get a tutorial on how to do so from someone who raised forearm development to an art: Bruce Lee. A Dragon’s Forearms Last month, we detailed the all-around physical training protocols Bruce Lee used to build his strong and chiseled physique. But there wasn’t room in that article for delving into how Lee worked his forearms, an area of his body he was especially committed to developing. Lee believed that forearm strength was essential to punching power and grip strength, capacities that were fundamental to his life’s great goal: becoming the best martial artist in the world. And, as someone who desired to fully express the beauty of his body, he appreciated the aesthetics of muscular forearms as well. Lee’s wife Linda called him “a forearm fanatic.” The martial artist Bob Wall remembered: “Bruce had the biggest forearms proportionate to anybody’s body that I’ve ever seen. I mean, his forearms were huge! He had incredibly powerful wrists and fingers—his arms were just extraordinary.” Another friend said that “If you ever grabbed hold of Bruce’s forearm, it was like grabbing hold of a baseball bat.” Bruce Lee’s Forearm Exercises The forearms include numerous muscles that can be broadly categorized into two groups: the flexors (on the underside of the forearm) and the extensors (on the top of the forearm). To develop truly meaty forearms, you’ve got to do exercises that work both of these groups of muscles. As you do so, your forearms will not only develop in size, definition, and strength, but you’ll improve the stability, endurance, and stamina of your wrists and grip as well. Lee only lifted weights three times a week, but he trained his forearms every single day, doing a variety of exercises that trained all of their muscles. While Lee commissioned the creation of several special forearm-training apparatuses, most of the exercises he did, which we’ll detail below, can replicated by the average joe: Wrist Roller. Lee was a big fan of this classic forearm exercise, which targets both the extensors and the flexors of the forearms. To perform it, you need a wrist-roller device: a bar/rod from which a rope hangs that attaches to a light weight (usually 5-10 pounds). To perform the wrist-roll exercise, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and hold the wrist-roller rod straight out in front of you with both hands, palms facing down. Begin rolling the weight up by rotating your wrists; focus on using your wrists to roll the rope around the bar, rather than moving your arms or shoulders. Don’t bend your elbows. Continue rolling until the weight reaches the top, near the bar. Slowly lower the weight in a controlled way by reversing the motion. Lee could perform push-ups with just two fingers (the index and thumb), of one hand. Fingertip push-ups. Fingertip push-ups are performed as you would traditional push-ups, but instead of placing the entirety of the palm-side of your hand on the floor, you support the weight of your body with only your fingertips. As you get stronger at this exercise, try to progressively subtract a finger from each hand; Lee eventually got to the point where he could do this exercise with just two fingers from one hand. Reverse Curl. The reverse curl targets the brachioradialis, a muscle of the forearm that flexes the forearm at the elbow; it will hit your forearm extensors as well. Usually when you’re doing a curl, your palms are facing up; with a reverse curl, your palms are facing down. You stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, gripping the barbell or dumbbells with an overhand… http://dlvr.it/TCFbjQ

[battorlstuff]

Philiph

Story Idea - Lovals (training ) 

David called me a few days ago, he told me about his situation and I decided to help him, I couldn't resist the money either.

All I had to do was ruin the body and appearance of a stud that lived in his building so I hit the road. When I saw him, I immediately knew why David was so jealous of the guy.

I did what he ask me, the 10 thousand dollars would be worth it. I sent an email and left advertising outside the department, private classes, I made him believe that he had won a one-year subscription to the program and would have free private sessions for all that time.

"Hey you must be Philip"

We greeted each other, his smile was charming and his delicate but manly face got me.

"It will be great to have the gym so close, I usually go to GYMgreeks about 30 minutes from the building."

"Oh I'm glad to hear your enthusiasm, now let's start I have another class in a few hours" that was not true but I had to avoid any suspicion.

I made him take off his shirt and gosh the guy was hot. His body was a wonder to behold his shoulders were big but not too big and he kept his triceps nicely defined, his biceps were the best part of his arms he worked them pretty hard and well and the training was noticeable, they were big, but not exaggerated, always maintaining the perfect proportion, the veins bulged along his arms and his triceps stood out without even flexing them. His neck showed prominent veins and was thick leading to a prominent clavicle and a strong, jutting chest due to a toned pair of pecs which sat on top of a well-defined six pack, every muscle showing years of hard work, Philip didn't even have to pose or try to flex their abs to show them off.

The rest of his muscles weren't far behind, his broad back ended in a framed waist and a well defined lower back, it was impossible not to admire those incredible obliques that were joined below with his magnificent deltoids.

His legs were just lovely, his round, firm ass joined to a pair of muscular thighs. His legs were long and his calves were thick making him a perfect specimen with great condition and an excellent build for any athlete.

Damn what a shame, I have to ruin that beautiful body.

"Very good I see that you are in good shape but you could use to gain... a little muscle don't you think?"

"I don't know, I've never liked being that big," said Philip doubtfully, I would have to convince him.

"Don't you think your girl would like to see you more muscular" I squeezed his biceps and it spectacular, I had a great body myself but this guy was hot.

"Hmm I don't really have a girl" this would be so easy.

"Oh, come on someone like you must have many girls drooling over, any suitor?"

"Look at those abs! tell me that the girls in the building don't like to see you shirtless" I said feeling the beautiful and marked six pack, Philip just smiled stupidly it was clear how proud he was of his body and his good looks, bingo, it was done .

"Oh well there's a girl, Camille lives in the building, but she's not in town, she went on exchange a couple of weeks ago and won't be back until the end of this year."

"Then let's surprise her, you'll look better than ever when she comes back, it'll be a <huge> surprise."

The boy did his normal training, he was really in good condition, I told him I would make some changes and I stopped him before he left.

"This supplement is the best of the best, a shake after each meal even at night if you do want to increase muscle."

"Sure, and as for the exercises, what will my routine be?"

"Don't worry, when you come tomorrow I'll have everything ready."

First week (175 lbs)

Philip actually felt his muscles grow, he was more robust and his biceps increased in size. The muscle mass was actually the beginning of his new body, the fat from the shakes began to accumulate in his muscles, deteriorating them.

Second week (179lbs)

Philiph had started to lose definition, mainly in his abs, his arms looked spectacular but Andrew knew that Philip's muscles were already accumulating fat and soon they wouldn't look like this. In addition, his vision became blurred, it was strange, he felt scarred and weaker, even his appetite increased.

Third week (183 lbs)

He thought he was getting stronger lifting the weights more easily, little did he know that Andrew had planned everything well, actually Philip was decreasing the weight he was carrying no matter the size of the discs or the number written on the dumbbells, Andrew had in charge of everything The shake contained a drug that would make Philip tired quickly and keep him in a sleepy state so that he wouldn't notice the change in his body for a few months, when it would be too late to do anything about it.

First month (225 lbs)

For Andrew it became an easy task, it was rather erotic seeing the handsome jock go to the pot and turn into a pig ruining his perfect body. While Philip worked out, Andrew watched with satisfaction at the flab on the pretty boy's body, his previously firm and formidable pecs bouncing with every movement, where his six pack used to be just a flaccid roll of fat hung. Meanwhile Philip noticed that every time he looked in the mirror his vision was blurry, he felt heavy but he couldn't understand the number on the scale, maybe he was just more muscular, that should be it.

Second month (255 lbs)

The supplement had certainly done its job, Philip had lost all muscle tone now it was time to make him grow, the supplement would give him a voracious appetite, and David would take it upon himself to sabotage the pretty boy's diet, also at the end of the "treatment "Philip's metabolism would be so slow that he would never be able to lose the accumulated weight.

Those days David wanted to join in and fuck his rival a bit, so I gave Philip an "energy drink" full of the drug, he was so confused that he didn't notice that David was the one giving him the instructions.

Philip was really losing condition, running out of breath after a few minutes.

Three months later (290lbs)

Philip's pecs had already turned into moobs hanging over his new belly and Philip seemed unaware he was still drinking the shakes. Andrew suggested four jugs of the supplement per day, Philip obeyed his trainer without question.

In the mornings he was too hungry, he showered and dressed but never knew what he looked like, it was as if every time Philip tried to see his body or how much he weighed, his vision would blur and he would start to feel tired and sleepy, the only clue about his appearance were comments and compliments from Andrew about how strong he looked, he said he had never seen progress equal to his.

Andrew trained David after Philip's session ended, so he could see his rival's progress as he worked on improving his own physique while Philip's body was being ruined.

Seven months later (340 lbs)

Philip could no longer lift any weight weeks ago he struggled and almost passed out from the effort trying to lift dumbbells. There was nothing left, not a trace of the handsome and athletic stud he once was.

"Wow, I've progressed, but how many pounds have you put on this Andrew?" Philip asked naively still thinking that he was the same sexy guy who arrived seven months ago.

The handsome trainer just smiled, it was obvious that Philip was still affected by the supplement, he seemed more confused and clumsy than in the previous months.

Second week of the ninth month (410 lbs)

Finally, Philip woke up from the dream, that morning before going to the gym, he decided to try one more time to see himself in front of the mirror but this time he could see clearly.

Every trace of muscle he had left was gone. His abs had disappeared under a huge layer of fat, he could see nothing but rolls and rolls of fat around him, the huge belly hanging down. His belly rested on his thighs like a pale gelatinous mass, it was also covered in red stretch marks. that covered his round navel. He tempted his fingers over the gelatinous mass horrified to see what his enviable abs had become.

Philip watched in horror as his stomach lurched. He wanted to cry and scream, but then he looked at his thighs. They seemed bigger and softer, so much so that they clung together in huge fatty folds making his long legs look short.

His arms, the bulging veins and defined muscles that were his pride, were just pure fat, his biceps were gone and where his muscles used to be, the skin hung like misshapen folds that hung from being too flaccid to meet his lats well. , joining the part where their bibs used to be.

His big pectoral muscles were ruined, they were nothing more than oversized and greasy tits, they hung like two flaccid bags that were only supported by his flabby belly which was so big that it kept the new moobs of the once hot stud in place.

Desperately, Philip reached for the scale and climbed up, the little machine creaking and breaking under his weight, the dial marking random numbers until it went blank. Then, with a fluttering heart, he ran out of the apartment.

Before leaving he saw a note, he had been fired, hadn't been to the office in months, didn't even remember getting any calls, but no job, how come the rent was paid? Food? The cupboards were full, well maybe Andrew could help him.

He arrived at the entrance of the gym without a shirt showing his obese body covered in sweat, he was panting and his face was red from the effort and embarrassment. He had a run in with David on the stairs, it was humiliating, seeing how David made fun of him and Andrew was David's friend? Philip had to get answers. As he could and ashamed of his new body Philip put on his shirt having difficulty doing so.

Upon entering the gym Andrew was ready, preparing a shake in different jars, he only stopped when Philip came snorting.

"Sit down chubby, I think we should talk."

[idontknowreallywhy]

Estera - Ch 11 - Run

(Previous… Prologue - Stars are Only Visible in Darkness, Estera - 1 - Colour, 2 - Dinosaur, 3 - Shoes, 4 - Thunderbird, 5 - Lesson, 6 - Safe, 7 - Gull, 8 - Deliver, 9 - Coffee, 10 - Flight)

(Sofasurf’s Recrudescence which is the foundation for all of this)

What’s happened to Scotty? Has Virg broken the door or just his shoulder? Has John eaten his own arm in despair? Has EOS accidentally overthrown the government of a medium sized country in her anxiety?

None of these questions will be answered here, as I leave the Tracys within the tender loving care of @sofasurf and her alligators and we quickly check in with somebody else…

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One of the best things about Bez was his relentless enthusiasm about something as simple as her unlocking the front door. She smiled as he treated her to an impromptu drool bath and gradually nudged him down the hallway so she could put down her bags.

“You’ll never guess who I met today, Niebieski… the Commander of International Rescue! … Yes, he did seem nice… No, he didn’t have any treats…Yes it’s possible to be nice and not have treats, you daft creature… You don’t believe me do you?”

Extracting herself she reached up and fetched one of his favourite chews from the top cupboard.

“Give me a minute to get changed, Bez, then we’ll go for a run, ok?”

Receiving only chomping noises by way of reply, she left him to it and went to sort herself out. Grabbing her phone to check the time, it unlocked on the new contact screen and she smiled. He’d given her his personal number, just in case, but had been endearingly awkward as he’d asked her to save it under a pseudonym. Something to do with his brother John, someone called Kyra and security protocols, he was sorry it was such a weird thing to ask. She didn’t mind, she knew exactly what to name to save the number under.

She tapped the word ‘Blue’ and sent a quick message as he’d asked, given he’d not had his own with him.

“Was good to meet you today. Here is my number. I hope you’re doing ok? Estera”

Right. Job done. Next on the list: exercise.

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The wind was bitter as the sun slipped below the horizon and stained the clouds behind which it had been skulking most of the afternoon.

The plus side was it meant nobody else was out this far. They’d have the less well known Jacob’s Ladder beach to themselves while the rest of the dog walkers did a quick circuit of the main seafront. Bez, well insulated from the frigid air, lolloped excitedly down the steep path ahead and she ambled behind, limbs trembling slightly in the aftermath of their clifftop run. The exertion had helped focus her mind, as it always did, while she was actually running. But as soon as she allowed her heart rate to slow, the swirling thoughts returned.

The tide was right out, and it seemed every sea bird in the Westcountry had gathered to scour the shoreline for treats, their figures dark against the reddening sky and their fading shadows reaching many times their height across the sand towards her.

As expected, there were no other dogs on the beach - she unclipped the leash and let Bez hare towards the ocean, driving the gulls into the air in a squawking cloud, the combined sound of their wings like a drum roll in the distance. Usually his unbridled joy would be catching, but today she felt kind of detached, as if she was watching him frolic in a poor quality recording on a broken screen.

The shadows lengthened further.

Suddenly unable to contain all of the Everything building up inside, she let out a yelp and ran across the top of the beach towards the sunset. For a given value of running anyway. The pebbles sucked her legs downwards with every step, her feet slipping and twisting on the uneven surface. The wind whipped across the bay and blasted into her face, hair streaming and coat billowing behind her like a sail. Despite forcing her last scraps of pent up energy into her muscles she made barely any progress and eventually stumbled forwards, landing with a crunch amongst the stones.

She pushed herself on to her knees and paused, dizzy but aware of Bez sprinting back towards her, droplets of seawater flying from his fur.

Then he was there, shoving his soaking wet face into hers, blending the salt of the sea with the salt of her shame.

She’d left him.

The initial delight that he’d survived, that he hadn’t been stabbed to death in the square as she’d imagined was overshadowed by what she now knew his attempt to rescue her had cost him. The stories of the nearby camp were rife in the town. The open secret of the mass grave to the east of it. The horrors inside. Some said it was simple torture. Others had heard from someone who knew someone who had heard tell of twisted medical experiments. People said that when the wind was right, you could hear the desperate screams on the road, over a mile away. Nobody knew the truth of it because nobody came out.

People didn’t survive the camp.

And then there were the dogs. The constant barking as they patrolled the town, barely under the control of the thugs who held the leash. There were dogs at the camp too, she knew that. She recalled watching, helpless, from her window as her neighbour was dragged from his house by the snarling beasts. If he’d even made it to the camp alive, it wouldn’t have been long for him.

People didn’t survive the camp.

Somehow Scott had. She couldn’t quite believe it. It clearly hadn’t left him unscathed though. She covered her face and tried to picture the twinkle in his eyes as he had teased her about the toy in her pocket. The eyes of somebody who was alive and knew laughter. But she couldn’t find them. Instead she saw his wide, frightened eyes watching unknown horrors unfold behind her, in a reality only he could see.

She clenched her fists and yelled her apology to the sky, before pulling her knees to her head and wrapping her arms around her legs as she sobbed. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Bez, damp yet radiating warmth, lay against her back and waited.

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[AO3]

Chapter 12…

[lunalillyhbhb]

Lea's home

Chapter 6 pt.1

The top floor of Lea's house is occupied by a private gym. It's equipped with everything from treadmills, rowing machines and cycles to weights, bars and dumbbells. It also has a 10 m long pool. It is a pretty nice gym. While I'm not exactly allowed to use it freely as I see fit, I'm not too bothered about it as the owners rarely use the gym facilities. And being on the top floor (a lot of stairs), it's as good as deserted. Almost like it's MY personal gym. Now and then when college ends early, I rush to Lea's house to use the gym quickly before my shift starts.

The only issue is Khushi, the appointed trainer of this residence. Khushi is a muscular woman, with defined facial features and beautiful brown eyes, a straight pierced nose and plump lips. Her long black hair is usually braided and drapes her back like silk on a sculpture. Her flawless brown skin define her lean muscles so prettily, she would make a perfect anatomy model. A long time outdoor and mountain marathon running enthusiast, she has a lean build with long arms and long legs, as well as perfectly sculpted D cup breasts.

Being a trainer, she specializes in all things sports and exercise, and frequently monitors the vitals of the family to keep track of things like body weight, fat percentage, muscle weight, loss/gains.... and most importantly: heart beat and blood pressure.

I just know she must be an excellent candidate to be hooked up.... heart being listened to.... the way she places her hand on her chest when she stands watch... the way it subtly bounces... but I haven't dwelt on it. I rarely use the gym and when I do, I have to make sure Khushi isn't there to rat me out to the owners. As such, I avoid her and rarely interact with her.

What a pity.

Today happens to be one such day, classes ended early and I have 2 hours till my shift starts. I decide to make the best of it and rush over to Lea's place. As the maid I have access to the house schedule. I notice that the gym is due for a cleanup, and there's no classes scheduled. Perfect. I could bring my maid uniform and in-case someone comes in, I could quickly change into my maid uniform and get to work. Simple.

I race up the stairs, open the glass doors to the gym and slip inside. Once in, I spot my favourite cardio activity: the treadmill. I quickly wear my shoes, tie my hair into a messy bun, turn on the machine, and start.

5 mins go bye and my heart has settled on a steady 140 bpm, going strong. I decide to jog for 15 mins as warm up, and hit my biceps today. Suddenly I hear a tussle from the staircase. My body immediately goes into panic mode as I swiftly turn off the machine and run to the changing room. Once inside, I hear footsteps, and quickly attempt to remove my crop top. In my panic I fail to notice the footsteps nearing the changing room. As I slip out of my tights the door barges open. I freeze, heart thudding in my throat. Khushi is staring at me, in my deep cut sports bra and tights halfway removed. She smirks.

"My little kitten, what were you doing in here? Changing clothes?"

She speaks in a sensual yet pleasing tone, capable of pulling everyone's attention to herself. Her loose tank top over black cycle shorts accentuates her curves and muscles even more, she looks incredibly sexy.

"H-hey Khushi, how come you're in today? I am scheduled to clean the gym so I was just changing into my uniform here...."

I pray she buys it.

She doesn't.

"The treadmill was slowing down when i entered, you have anything to do with that? Seeing how we're the only people here... and I definitely didn't use it...."

She knows. Why is she doing this to me? Why's she so strict? Just let me go!

"I'm really sorry Khushi, please don't tell the owners!"

My heart stammers as I scramble to look for an excuse.

"But you know I must my little kitten! The other workers are not allowed to use the equipment without permission and you know this!" she says this in a calm berating voice, as she traces her manicured fingernails across my cheek and down my neck. Her finger subtly rests on my carotid pulse, and I can feel it pushing against her finger with such force, and I know she's feeling it.

Her finger lingers there for a moment longer. I can see her beautiful eyes calculating her next words, and suddenly it lights up. Oh no.

"Ok. I'll help you, I'll keep it a secret......under one condition."

There it is. I'm going to agree to it no matter what, else I loose this haven of a job.

"Yes, anything, tell me what I can do!"

Her whole demeaner changes in a split second, and she's back to her upbeat bubbly self. "You can help me out with my sports medicine thesis! Just follow my instructions to the tee and I'll keep your secret between us.... hell, I'll let you use the gym facilities without getting caught! How's that of a deal, sweet right?"

I want to say yes immediately, so badly, but I know there's a catch. There's something she's not explaining fully. Otherwise, this would be too good to be true.

I sigh resignedly. "Umm..... Ok. Let's do this. What do you need help with?"

She perks up, eyes shining with mischief. "I need to record the cardiovascular changes of the heart before, during and after exercise. This exercise includes and cardio and weight training. Of course, I'll be doing the grunt work and hooked up on monitors, I just need you to tell me how it's beating, the blood pressure, and help me record it properly. I might need to record yours here and there, for baseline if you don't mind."

Yes. YES. This is what I wanted. I've wanted to do this. I've waited for an opportunity like this, and I can't let it slip by.

"YES!" I blurt out, sounding a little too eager for my liking. She smirks in response.

"You can remove your tights, don't change into anything new, It makes movement easier for you."

I got a little shy, but i am in no position to make demands. I see her removing her own shirt and cycle shorts, her sculpted breasts snugly sit in a sports bra with a matching set underwear. I can't believe I get to see all this. My eyes drink in her entirety, memorizing everything about her curves, her hips, the way she walks, everything.

She opens her bag and grabs two sets of steths, attaches one firmly to her mitral valve. She makes her way to me and without asking for permission, she palpates my left breast, moving them around as she sees fit. Finally she settles for my mitral valve as well, and securely attaches the steth. My heart is beating fast, fluttering lightly. I know she felt it. I try not looking at her breasts, try not to locate for any visible palpitation. The steths are connected to a recording device, monitoring both our heart rates. The right arm is connected to a blood pressure cuff, continuously relaying the rise and fall.

Both these devices are also connected to her laptop. Finally after finishing her setup, she looks at me, a sense of hunger in her eyes.

"Watch me closely, please. Keep an eye for my heart." She says, steadily getting on the treadmill and starting her run.

The machine whizzes to life, and she starts stretching her limbs and her eyes sharpen, like a wild cat ready to pounce on its poor prey. I begin recording, keeping an eye out for the changes along the way. Initially her pump starts with a steady 90 bmp with the usual 120/80, breathing steady and deep. Slowly she increases the speed and 10 mins in, she is going fast, almost sprinting. Her heart is pumping amazingly at 190 bpm, with an astonishing 195/110. I envision her arteries working hard, trying to accomodate the mucle forcing blood at such high pressures through them. Khushi is so focused that she remains quiet staring straight ahead. I so badly want to listen to the sound of her organ, but I don't want to do anything that could potentially upset her, lest she revokes her offer.

She stops after 15 mins total, breathing heavily and fast. With her hands clutching her chest and eyes closed, she looks slightly worried. She suddenly looks at me, steps off the treadmill and closes the distance. With a shine in her eyes she grabs my hand and forcefully places it over her sternum. Her sports bra, soaking in sweat, does little to muffle the powerful pump, and I instantly close my eyes as I feel her thump away at 190 bpm, shaking my hand. Her body covered in sweat and her ragged breathing makes it hard for my hand to stay in position but that hardly affects the way her heart pumps forcefully, so beautifully, pushing her chest away from me. Khushi's heart is amazing. My other hand reaches for the headphones which are connected to the steth but she bats my hand away, her lips puckered like she's annoyed. I feel her recovery beats and watch her slowly gain back her breath.

I am completely entranced. My mind starts stripping her and I envision pushing my fingers inside her where I know I can torture her little heart a bit further, pushing it to its boundaries. I wonder what kind of face she'd make.

"Next is the pool!" she quips in her cheerful voice, pulling me out of my trance. She motions for me to bring the setup to the indoor pool and I set it up in the corner, free from potential splashes. I wonder how her heart will react this time. I am desperate to be a part of her, and my mind is filled with unspeakable thoughts. I can't wait for this pool session.

[freeonlineworkouts]

10 Workouts to Get Stronger Sculpted Legs

If you're looking to build stronger, sculpted legs, incorporating a variety of exercises that target all the major muscle groups in your lower body is key. Below are 10 effective workouts to help you achieve toned and powerful legs. These exercises can be done at home or in the gym, with or without equipment.

1. Squats

Muscles Worked: Quads, glutes, hamstrings, calves.

How to Do It:

Stand with feet shoulder-width apart.

Lower your hips back and down as if sitting in a chair.

Keep your chest up and knees aligned with your toes.

Push through your heels to return to standing.

Variations: Bodyweight squats, goblet squats (with a dumbbell), or barbell squats.

2. Lunges

Muscles Worked: Quads, glutes, hamstrings, calves.

How to Do It:

Step forward with one leg and lower your hips until both knees are at 90 degrees.

Push through your front heel to return to the starting position.

Alternate legs with each rep.

Variations: Walking lunges, reverse lunges, or weighted lunges (hold dumbbells).

3. Deadlifts

Muscles Worked: Hamstrings, glutes, lower back.

How to Do It:

Hold a dumbbell or barbell in front of your thighs.

Hinge at your hips, keeping your back flat and knees slightly bent.

Lower the weight toward the floor, then squeeze your glutes to return to standing.

Variations: Romanian deadlifts, sumo deadlifts, or single-leg deadlifts.

4. Step-Ups

Muscles Worked: Quads, glutes, hamstrings.

How to Do It:

Hold a dumbbell in each hand.

Step onto a bench or sturdy platform with one leg, driving through your heel to lift your body up.

Bring the other leg up to meet it, then step back down.

Alternate legs with each rep.

5. Bulgarian Split Squats

Muscles Worked: Quads, glutes, hamstrings.

How to Do It:

Stand a few feet in front of a bench or step.

Place one foot behind you on the bench.

Lower into a lunge, keeping your front knee aligned with your toes.

Push through your front heel to return to the starting position.

Complete all reps on one leg before switching.

6. Calf Raises

Muscles Worked: Calves.

How to Do It:

Stand with feet shoulder-width apart.

Raise your heels off the ground, squeezing your calf muscles at the top.

Lower your heels back down slowly.

Variations: Single-leg calf raises or weighted calf raises (hold dumbbells).

7. Glute Bridges

Muscles Worked: Glutes, hamstrings, lower back.

How to Do It:

Lie on your back with knees bent and feet flat on the floor.

Lift your hips toward the ceiling, squeezing your glutes at the top.

Lower your hips back down with control.

Variations: Single-leg glute bridges or weighted glute bridges (place a dumbbell on your hips).

8. Wall Sit

Muscles Worked: Quads, glutes, calves.

How to Do It:

Stand with your back against a wall.

Slide down until your knees are at 90 degrees.

Hold the position for 30–60 seconds.

Variation: Hold a dumbbell or medicine ball for added resistance.

9. Box Jumps

Muscles Worked: Quads, glutes, hamstrings, calves.

How to Do It:

Stand in front of a sturdy box or platform.

Jump onto the box, landing softly with knees slightly bent.

Step back down and repeat.

Tip: Start with a lower box and increase height as you get stronger.

10. Side-Lying Leg Lifts

Muscles Worked: Outer thighs, glutes.

How to Do It:

Lie on your side with legs stacked.

Lift your top leg toward the ceiling, keeping it straight.

Lower it back down with control.

Complete all reps on one side before switching.

Sample Leg Workout Routine

Combine these exercises into a workout routine for stronger, sculpted legs:

Warm-Up: 5–10 minutes (e.g., jogging, jumping jacks, dynamic stretches).

Squats: 3 sets of 12–15 reps.

Lunges: 3 sets of 10–12 reps per leg.

Deadlifts: 3 sets of 10–12 reps.

Step-Ups: 3 sets of 10–12 reps per leg.

Bulgarian Split Squats: 3 sets of 8–10 reps per leg.

Calf Raises: 3 sets of 15–20 reps.

Glute Bridges: 3 sets of 12–15 reps.

Wall Sit: 3 holds of 30–60 seconds.

Cool-Down: 5–10 minutes of stretching.

Tips for Success

Progressive Overload: Gradually increase weights or reps to challenge your muscles.

Rest Days: Allow at least 48 hours of rest between leg workouts for recovery.

Nutrition: Fuel your body with protein, healthy carbs, and fats to support muscle growth.

Consistency: Aim to train legs 2–3 times per week for best results.

By incorporating these 10 workouts into your routine, you'll build stronger, more sculpted legs while improving overall lower body strength and endurance. Let me know if you need modifications or additional tips!