the great bw fic is not done but i may or may not have something for y’all tomorrow to tide you over,,
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i love love love the juxtaposition between the rest of the show and when they’re at the house minus the abuse flashbacks because ji sung is always just… so……. cute………..
$10 make ya holla
swear to god the movie better be coming within the next eight months
“You’d still be able to pull off something cute while you have tan-lines if you can manage not getting burnt when getting the tan. Look both cute because of whatever you’re wearing, but sexy because of the tan lines hinting at something more risque in your wardrobe. It’d certainly get me going.” He snickers a little before a breath. “We’d be able to play catch with a frisbee, sure, but I don’t think I’d be too keen on catching it with my mouth. Not when it gets sand on it cause you can’t catch it at one point or another.”
now these gays got me wanting to watch naruto now
ANOTHER FOOD BATTLE??
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I know this is a late post but, WE HIT 50 FOLLOWERS 😭, I'm so happy and proud of all of us and more to come, but this time I have a question what should we do for this 50 follower post 🤔. If you don't feel comfortable replying you can always DM me any ideas :)
But other than that have amazing night or afternoon etc, my beautiful little stormclouds :)
Tonight is a good night to love Niki/Maki and Tsukasa/Kizami
peak performance | a Jonerys smutfic | a teaser
a/n: going to work on this during the weekend. Hopefully it will be done and posted before Olympics end. 🤭😈🙈
This time tomorrow she'd know if she was an Olympic all-around champion, she thought, unfolding from downward dog and coming to standing. She was about to move into a forward bend, when the door behind her opened.
Huh, she thought.
It was a Northern athlete. The coaching staff were housed in different areas of the compound if not in actual hotels. Athletes were the only ones with gym access. His creds were slung over his body cross-wise, the large laminated placards with all their information and photos bouncing off his side.
Swimmer, she pinned immediately, noting that even though he was shorter than the average elite swimmer, he had the broad chest and strong legs of one. She was constantly surrounded by men with ripped physiques; they generally didn't do much for her. This one though...there was just something about him, from the five seconds she swept her gaze from the top of his dark curls to the tips of his flashy silver and black trainers.
His workout shirt was painted to him, gray with white lettering like most of the Northern uniforms. 'NTH' was stenciled in block letters on the sleeves with a tiny emblem of their flag-- white with gray wolf. He smiled politely at her. "Couldn’t sleep," he called, across the wide chrome and metal space.
She returned the smile, bringing her leg up into tree pose. "Same."
It was a stretching and resistance room, with balance balls, straps, mats, and other props for flexibility and agility more than any sort of cardio or strength room. She watched out of hte corner of her eye as he kicked off his shoes and pulled off socks, stuffing them neatly into them and set them aside, as he unfurled a mat and wandered over to select a couple of resistance bands.
When he turned away from her, her eyes widened.
No man should look that good in gym shorts.
Scratch that. No ass should look that good in gym shorts.
They were ugly pieces of draping fabric. Designed to provide circulation and coverage so one didn’t get arrested. That's all. Except on him. They clung to his narrow hips, draped just above his knee, and in between....oh my. The shiny sweat-wicking fabric molded to the most perfectly proportioned arse she had ever seen. And she hadn't even really seen it of course. The black shorts obscured it from her. She wondered what it looked like in spandex swim shorts.
Or a little Speedo.
Fuck Dany, chill out.
He began to do a series of resistance moves and stretches. And he was very flexible.
It wasn't all that hot in the gym, mostly because there was no one there to add body heat to the constant humidity in Dorne. She was used to it, having grown up in Essos and on Dragonstone, the island province she represented. Her red and black sports bra had flame-like accents on it and in between her shoulders when the straps branched out, were the letters 'DGN.' It went with the dragon that snaked up the side of her yoga capris.
She reached behind her neck, lifting her braids off to assist with cooling her heated skin; sweat dripped down her spine and dampened her hairline. She swallowed hard, collecting her water bottle from the side of her mat and squirted some into her mouth, swishing it and swallowing, her gaze flicking across the gym to the Northerner.
Definitely born and bred there. The Northerners were paler than snow, the Dornish sun already turning some of them as red as tomatoes. The lucky ones had a tan already but compared to her or even Missandei, they were still snow-white. She wondered how many were going to pass out from heat stroke or complain it was too bright. The Northerners weren't heavy medal contenders in most Summer games. They usually swept everything in the Winter ones.
The Northerner was still stretching and when he bent over to touch his toes, she got a good look at that perfectly round bottom, almost choking on her water. It stuck in her throat, bubbling up to spray out her nose in a most undignified manner. She coughed, deep, gulping coughs, her face turning redder than it had been from the workout and also the sight of the gold medal winning ass staring her in the face.
What an ass it was. She could not stop marveling at it and seven hells she’d seen some good ones on the gymnastics mats. Round, plump as a peach, rock hard. The notion of it in a set of spandex swim trunks…wow.
She kind of wanted to squeeze it. Or bite it. First she had to stop choking on her own tongue.
everyone’s right the Japanese version of sonic x is so much much much better