#biceps for days

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Tim “💪” Bradford

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Thinking about Yang wearing a button up shirt and slacks and the shirt just clings onto Yangs arm like a second skin because of how big her biceps are. Blake can't help but cling onto yangs arm whenever she can during their date night

Date Night

Blake: (eyes dilating as she holds Yang's arm) Yang, did this shirt get tighter?

Yang: Now that you mention it, it was harder to get my arms in the sleeves. Dang it! I just got this shirt! (starts to unbutton shirt but gets stopped by Blake)

Blake: No! (tightens grip on Yang's arm) No. It, uh, it looks good. Plus, we're already out in public. Might as well just leave it for now.

Yang: Hmmm... Hey, Blake.

Blake: (focused on kneading her fingers into Yang's bicep) Hm?

Yang: (flexes bicep and blows out the sleeve of her shirt)

Blake: *swoons*

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Sorry for taking so long on this one. I was having a hard time thinking of a way to make it work.

[textingaboutprometheus]

[heyitsnaardi]

it's too early to be provoking this way ffs

part 2??

[crowrelli]

ive started watching one piece…. the damage has been done

[radliftist]

back day - lats from the front

[aiiwa]

[lickithrice]

[daikunart]

[eye4muscle]

💥Chest day standoff💥

[theclassymike]

Leo Howard on Days of Our Lives.

[laiiaaa]

gushing over bf Carmy and he doesn’t even know how sexy he isssss :(((

Carmen—finally—has off from work tonight. Which means it’ll be relaxing for once in the past couple weeks, having time spent with you and you alone, cuddling over a movie, kissing between soft conversations, half-attentive before he’ll finally scoop you up and take you to bed.

But that’s for later.

Right now, though, he emerges in the living room ready for the movie you’d asked him to watch with you. You perk up at his entry and turn around to lean against the back of the couch, caught in a kiss before he starts telling you…well, you can’t seem to keep up.

All that’s on your mind is Carmy Carmy Carmy, so much so that whatever he’s saying doesn’t process, a wave of awe clouding your mind. You get lost in his image for a broad moment, doing little else other than admiring the stretch of his tee against his chest and biceps that tug the fabric just right, the sinew of his forearms tensing as he grips the back of the couch; his curls freshly washed hours earlier, still styled loosely before stressed bouts straighten them, stragglers suspended by his brow bone that charming way you remember when you first met; gray sweats handing loose on his hips, a little less so at the front to make you drool. He looks good, so so painfully good, and he doesn’t even know it. He’s not even trying.

“You listenin’, baby?” You only hear him when he tilts your chin up with his index and thumb—gently, to guide your attention back. “Baby?”

And your head follows, but your eyes still linger along his tensed forearms before they finally acknowledge his words and meet his gaze. “Hm?”

He smiles softly. “Spacin’ out, huh?”

“Sorry—” You bite at your lip. “You’re just so handsome,” you tell him as you look your arms around his neck. “It’s distracting.”

He starts to blush. “Yeah, okay.” But his hands smooth down your back anyway, pausing along the curve of your ass before an adoring squeeze.

“I’m serious, Carmy,” you coo, tugging him down for another kiss and teasing your nails along the nape of his neck. “Most handsome man ever.” One hand cups his jaw before another peck. “And the sweetest,” another smooch to his cheek, “and the prettiest,” and the other side, “and the sexiest,” again to his temple—

“Okay, baby,” he starts, flushed to his neck, but you beat him to the punch—

“And the best boyfriend ever,” you quip, extra sharp before you soothe it with a languid kiss to his lips, smiling against him as his hands run along your spine, slowing you down to sweet kisses until your forehead meets his. “You’re just the best, Bear.” And another, because you can’t help yourself when he looks like this. “So kind, the best chef ever, and so strong…” You bring your hands to paw at his arms again, “So so handsome, and you’re all mine—”

He scoffs, trying to bite back that gush of his heart, that rush of blood down south that has him pressed into the couch. “I think I get it, baby.” Gentle smooch to your forehead. “Thank you.”

You groan and sit on your heels, dragging your hands down his chest, to his middle, then closer to his waistband. Looking up at him with doe eyes and plush pout, you ask, “Take me to bed, Carmy…”

He huffs. “Thought we were watchin’ a movie tonight?”

“Want you t’fuck me instead…” Teasing a little lower, your fingertips graze behind the fabric. “Please?”

And if he thought he was hiding it before, he’s really giving himself away now: head lolling forward with a heady sigh, weight leaning into the couch as his blush spreads to his neck; mind swirling at the thought of you touching him, whining his name some more, pleading with that same pout as he’s making you come beneath him.

In no time he’s bent over to scoop you up from the couch, your giggles ringing in his ear while he carries you to the bedroom.

What, did you expect him to say no to you asking him so sweetly? The movie can wait. It’s your fault for getting him all worked up, anyway.

[elparaisodetlaloc]

[radliftist]

first few days back have been murderous

[girldriveroscar]

MCLAREN STRATEGY BACK

LANDO HELPING OSCAR

MCLAREN CONSTRUCTORS CHAMPIONSHIP LEAD

WELCOME BACK LANDOSCAR!

[shouyuus]

Do you think vi would date someone chubby / curvy / fat / plus-sized? I feel like I can never envision myself as the reader sometimes ))):::::

omfg!!!!!!!!!!!!! absolutely i do!!!! i don't think ??? vi's the kinda person who like... judges based on that? like she loves based on character, and she loves based on morals? and she loves based on ur capacity to see the good in people and to fight for the things you believe in and love.

like........ if she's capable of loving cait even tho cait comes from the system that murdered her parents and is responsible for the systematic oppression of her and her family???? i truly do not think that she'd give a single flying shit what size pants u wear like lskdfjsd