#one peloton

[joyfullyglorioussong-blog]

(via GIPHY)

[tallbluelady]

She sourced a summer song, sighing and singing strong.

[etapereine]

troubled peloton (6/?)

[scionshtola]

can’t believe people hate the mch aetherotransformer. that’s my emotional support lunchbox

[clandestinegardenias]

Just ate the last of the snacks I had packed in a depressed fog sitting cross-legged on the third hotel bed in as many days.

It was a packet of dried seaweed and a plain granola bar.

[carlosdropshot]

i wish sagan could've had a moment for himself, like pinot had. a legend of the TDF like few others. he was the life of the peloton at a time cycling was much more stale and predictable than today.

[sharedshield]

The most valid reason to watch sport documentaries is still to see men crying.

[bloomingonionbitch]

(I never watched Sex and the City when it was on, but I'm well into Season 2 and Lisa Gilroy's impression of Steve is haunting me beyond words!!!!!!)

[sportsallover]

Are we ready?

[joyfullyglorioussong-blog]

(via GIPHY)

[shomatoriashi]

12/11/24; 08:30pm

sylus x fem.reader

notes: 🗣️ because the sylus brainrot hours does not stop in this house !!!

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

when sylus asked you to keep him company while he worked out in his private gym, you saw no reason to deny him, wishing to spend as much time with him as you could before his next big “business trip.”

settled against one of the many couches scattered throughout the gym (an addition sylus added for your sole comfort on days where you didn’t feel like working out with him) you flip through the pages of the novel you were currently reading, feigning interest in the printed pages when in all actuality-

you were listening closely to each grunt and groan that came from your beloved each time his fists met with the punching bag. your gaze watches him from your periphery, admiring the way his muscles remained taut with each breathtaking movement.

you spent at least a good half an hour simply drooling at your lover, even dropping the pretense of reading your novel as your hungry eyes followed his every movement.

each gasp and grunt, coupled along with the bead of sweat that runs down his angled brow sent a wave of desire crashing into you, marring your thoughts as you quickly sought ways to get him to notice you.

hoping that you could play it off cool, you stand from your seat on the couch and walked with as much grace that you could manage towards the fridge settled near the walls. your sudden movements manages to earn sylus’s attention when he stops his training. even with your back turned, you could have sworn those garnet eyes were burning into you, watching your every move with a heightened interest.

pretending that you don’t notice his burning gaze, you settle on taking out an ice cold bottle of water before closing the fridge. uncapping the bottle, you take some sips from the bottle, nearly choking when sylus makes his way over to you all while wiping the sweat from his brow with the ends of his tank top-

giving you an almost sinfully delicious view of his toned abdomen and the happy trail of silver leading down to the front of his shorts. you try to keep your mouth shut, swallowing the rest of the water down while offering the rest of the bottle to sylus.

he thanks you with a simple grunt, tilting the bottle toward his lips before finishing off the rest of it. throughout it all, you kept your gaze honed in on him, watching his adam’s apple move in tune with each gulp while making note of the stray droplet that travels down toward the base of his throat.

running on pure instinct now, you stand on the tip of your toes to reach him, shamelessly pressing your lips against his throat as your tongue eagerly laps away at the single droplet. you were dimly aware of a choked sound escaping from sylus, but was too caught up in the mere taste of him to fully comprehend it.

once you had your fill, you murmur against his skin, “i lied about not wishing to workout with you, for i found something much more fun and pleasurable to do than riding on a peloton bike.”

“and what would that be, sweetie?” sylus asks you in a gruff tone, yet you were certain he knew what you meant-

he just wanted to hear you say it.

a mischievous grin spreads across your face when you purposely slide down his form, kneeling in front of him while giving him a playful wink before admitting, “why, riding you, of course.”

your honesty was enough to course a surge of desire to course through him, his crimson gaze now eclipsed with darkness as you felt his member slowly harden from within the confines of his gym shorts. with a lick of your lips, you gently pull down the silken material of his shorts, allowing them to pool against his feet before gripping at the edge of his boxers with your two hands, freeing his half-erect cock.

you work on stroking sylus to full hardness, hands pumping his shaft while admiring the way it steadily began to grow for you. he groans, tossing his head back with hands automatically going into your hair. “you’ve been working so hard lately, giving me everything i could ever want and need while making every single one of my wishes and dreams come true, so it’s only fair that i return the favor…”

with your speech out of the way and sylus’s cock erect and ready for you, you take in as much of his dick inside of your mouth, allowing his groans and the way his hand tightens against your hair to further motivate you. truthfully, your man was massive, and you had to stroke whatever you couldn’t fit comfortably in your mouth with your two hands, basking in his sexy grunts and groans of your name.

your tongue swirls over the mushroom tip of his cock, managing to lick away at the beads of precum that escapes from it. with each stroke came another pulse that you could feel deep within your mouth. the way he repeats your name into almost broken syllables makes you meet his gaze, settling the tip of his cock against your tongue. the sight of you so willingly worshipping him makes the last bit of self control snap.

“you’re mine, sweetie.” with both hands on your head, he controls you, swiftly moving your head rapidly back and forth on his cock. when you end up gagging a few times due to his massive size, sylus manages to slow down a bit, coaxing you to tighten your lips around his cock as he rode out his release from feeling the tightness you willingly provided for him, stroking himself within your hot mouth all while letting out a string of curses.

“tch-“ unable to hold back, sylus releases himself into your awaiting mouth, trembling with need the moment he sees you swallowing everything he had to offer. his heart was still racing when he manages to pull his softening dick out of you, hands already lovingly stroking at your damp cheek while asking, “are you alright, love?”

you lick your lips while letting out a sigh, meeting his loving gaze with your own. “of course… i told you that i wished to spoil you, and i meant every word.”

after reassuring him, you stand back to your full height and snap your fingers at him all while pointing down at the floor. “now, lay on your back for me, because it’s my turn to start my workout.”

his eyes go wide at hearing your demands, and truthfully, had it been anyone else ordering him around-

they would have been choked to death by his evol within seconds-

but with you, he was willing to make an exception.

it was sylus’s turn to swallow thickly, yet still, he follows your command and takes off his tank top, leaving him completely bare for you before laying on his back against the firm padding. you allow your hungry gaze to rake down his form, eyes admiring how perfectly sculpted his body was before settling your eyes on the area between his legs.

with your center practically aching to be filled by him, you take off the rest of your clothes, tossing each fabric to the side while giggling at the way sylus’s cock twitches in response to your nakedness. with both of your legs now settled over either sides of his waist, you stroke his cock with the underside of your slick heat, purring when you playfully asked, “is someone excited to see me?”

sylus rolls his eyes at you, trying to maintain some semblance of masculine pride when his large hands grip at your waist, “please, every inch of me screams for you, sweetie.”

“hn, is that so?” your giggle quickly morphs into needy moans the more sylus’s cock was felt hardening, now pressing up against you as his tip was felt tracing at your outer lips, creating a friction that you were quickly becoming addicted to.

wanting nothing more than to skip any further foreplay, you lift yourself off of him for a brief moment, angling his cock with a shocking expertise as you were able to align his erection with your aching cunt before sliding down on him, completely sheathing himself within you. the moment his cock penetrates at your entrance, you felt the ache disappear within seconds before moving against him. with your hands planted on his chest, you squeeze your slick heat around him with each thrust, earning a low hiss from him.

just hearing the sounds he was making urges you to continue, your movements becoming faster as your thrusts became sloppier. you rode him with a desperation, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through you at the grunts on eager moans sylus was making. there truly was nothing more satisfying than being able to bring such a powerful man to his knees for you-

leaving him a mess of soft moans and desperate grunts of your name all while willingly submitting himself to you-

and you loved him for it.

wishing to further increase his pleasure, you lean forward to press a lingering kiss against his chest (directly over his rapidly beating heart), while murmuring against his skin, “i love you, there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to make you happy, sylus.” you manage to tell him in between your rapid thrusts against his cock, earning yet another low hiss from him.

“how dare you make me so obsessed with you?” sylus suddenly grips at your hips, stilling your movements as he thrusts upwards in a forceful manner, the intensity of it all making you see stars as you were left gasping for air and clawing at his chest. “you know damn well that i would kill for you- that i would die for you. and now, you do this to make me go insane for you?”

his powerful thrusts and the way his thick cock kept impaling you over and over again all while rubbing against your harden clit makes you cry out to him, your back already arched against him as you climaxed on his cock, the clear fluids of your release rushing out of you before traveling down sylus’s shaft. with a final roar of your name, sylus stills his hips before shooting his seed directly inside of you, painting your walls white with the evidence of his love.

“you’re mine in every sense of the word, kitten.” sylus manages to tell you with one final thrust against your scorching heat, making sure he was completely emptied inside of you before stroking himself against your walls once more. the moment you felt him grow inside of you, your eyes grew wide as you let out a sigh of pleasure, “a-again, b-but i already feel satisfied… ah!” you end up swallowing the rest of your words with a moan the moment sylus uses yet another upward thrust against you.

a dark chuckle escapes from sylus’s parted lips as he moves against you once more. “what can i say, kitten? you’ve just awakened the beast in me.”

extended epilogue:

meanwhile, while away from the lower levels of the mansion that housed sylus’s personal gym, luke and kieran were looking at each other while observing sylus and his queen’s respective phones. their health apps were going haywire as each notification spoke about how they were both getting some much needed cardio in, with each “workout session” lasting anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour.

despite how the twins were wearing their respective masks, they were so in tune with each other that they could feel their grins going wide in response.

“so they’re both doing cardio, eh?”

“and for 30 minutes to hour long sessions? boss man can get it.”

their whistles and laughter echoes throughout the living room, with them giving each other high fives while knowing not to disturb their boss while he was in the middle of some rigorous exercise.

end notes: i wanted to write a story like this since radiant brilliance was announced, but never got the chance to complete it until now (⺣◡⺣)♡ this is currently unedited, but as always, i’ll make any changes once this is posted ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[devotedlystrangewizard]

every time i misclick i die inside

[donatellawritings]

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇 introducing princess!reader, ugh i love her sm <3

you were fairly new to kildare island, completely wet behind your chanel-adorned ears. it had only been a few days, since your parents had made the switch from the cozy countryside of puerto rico, unpacking their final cardboard box that harshly clashed against the dreamy interior of your bright and sunny lakeside home. you weren’t surprised that your parents had chosen such a picturesque home of grandeur, they always had a niche for the finer things in life, a trait that was undoubtedly passed down to you.

you see, you had always been a spoiled princess, always insisting of having anything and everything that you wanted — and it was always given to you, without question. perhaps it was the fact that you were an only child? who cares, you were the precious little girl that your parents would go to the ends of the earth for, so why should you accept anything less, from anyone else?

as privileged as it may seem, you did have to admit that you loved living a life where you were pampered and had every single need, no matter how minute or ridiculous, fulfilled without question. you always wore the finest of fabrics from the most upscale brands, exercised in the cutest athleisure wear as you worked up a sweat on your peloton, i mean, you even made it a point to get your hair and nails done every other week. your parents’ banking statements were essays long, detailing your multiple visits to sephora, mainland boutiques, your hefty car note, and monthly spa membership fees.

but, you were far from a ditzy girl, in fact, you were so entitled to the point where you turned your button nose upward at every guy who approached you. you had yet to find a man who didn’t allow you to walk him like a pathetic little dog, you knew that you needed a man who would put you in your place, yet shower you with adornment and lavish gifts.

carefully scraping the tiny smear of residual lipgloss with the tips of your long almond french-manicured nails, you huffed as you flipped your blown-out hair over your shoulder. “ma, m’going to drop this off now!” you called out, tugging on your light grey mini skirt, your fingers dancing over the black lace and pink ribbon adornment, before you grabbed ahold of the white ceramic tray of lemon squares that your mother prepared the night prior.

you’d been given the task of introducing yourself to your neighbors, especially since you father had made it a point to extend the services of his construction company to the fellow members of the country club. your parents had praised you for being their sweet little girl who would be staying home for college to the community, so it was now your turn to seal your reputation as the perfect girl next door, and help uphold your parents’ fresh reputation as newcomers on figure 8.

your perky tits were cutely pushed up against the undone buttons of your undersized button up top, your gold rosary glinting against the sunlight as you made your chanel mules stepped out on the floorboards of your front porch.

𝜗୧

after about an hour of walking from door to door and exchanging your rehearsed pleasantries, while offering the sweet and tangy sticky treat, you’d finally made it to the final home that seemed to overlook the entirety of the community. your puffy cheeks ached from your stretched smile as the soles of your french-pedicure feet throbbed — maybe wearing heels as you walked from porch to porch wasn’t the smartest idea? balancing the tray of lemon gooey lemon squares onto one hand, you brushed a strand of hair from your extended lashes, letting out a small huff, before you mushed your finger into the doorbell.

it didn’t take long before the front door was answered, your rehearsed introduction flitting away from you as you looked up at the blue eyes that stared down at you. your lipstick stained lips parted as the twenty-something year old man stood, his jaw tight as he raised his eyebrows at you, before his eyes shamelessly fell to your pushed-up tits, “i, uh, hi! my family and i recently moved in, so i just wanted to introduce myself,” you smiled, a blush creeping to your cheeks as you revealed your name to the tall man.

“ah, s’that right?” he questioned, clearing throat with a nod to himself as he took it upon himself to lift the plastic wrap that concealed the melted lemon squares, before his curtain bangs fell in front of his eyes. “y’walked all the way here, by yourself, huh,” he mumbled, placing the wrapping to close around the tray, before bringing his intimidating gaze to yours.

with a nod, you nudged the tray in his direction, “would you like one? my mother made them fresh!” you beamed, restoring your role as the mannered girl next door, your trained resolve slowly burning away under the unforgiving north carolina sun.

oh, how he saw right through you.

wordlessly, the young man lifted the plastic wrap, one more, being the small gooey treat to his lips as he kept his eyes on yours, not missing the way you swallowed thickly as he wiped the corners of his pink lips with his ringed index finger and thumb. you watched pathetically with your lips parted as he licked over his lips, “rafe cameron,” he smiled smugly, extending a hand to you.

there was something dark, yet tantalizing about the young man that towered over you, it even brought an undeniable ache to the bundle of nerves between your plush thighs.

accepting his hand, you batted your dolly lashes at rafe, a warmth growing in your tummy as his large hand enveloped yours in a firm grip, his thumb barely kneading into the soft skin between your forefinger and thumb.

deciding to fall back into your stuck-up persona, you were the first to break the hold between you and race, your eyes squinting a bit as you took one step backwards, “it was a pleasure, rafe,” you sang, clutching the empty tray to be tucked into your side.

spinning on your heels, you could feel rafe staring at the under-curve of your soft ass that peeked beneath the tight knit fabric of your skirt, watching as your hips swayed with each step you took. it wasn’t until you were far enough from the young man that you tugged on your skirt to remain secure around your thighs. internally, you scolded yourself for losing event the slightest bit of your cool. you were too good for him, you were too good for him. way too good.

rafe knew this as well, yet he was always proactive when it came to getting what he wanted — even if he had to get a little dirty.

[etapereine]

suggestions that the grand tours could be bumped up to 23 teams next year instead of 22

[scionshtola]

i love playing mch. love to be the peloton giver.

[obscurevideogames]

Tumblr’s Core Prodct Stratgy

Here at Tumblr, we’ve been working hard on trying to keep our sinking ship afloat for as long as possible. This means desperately trying to copy every new fly-by-night social media app that some multi-billionaire sh*t out during their daily Peloton routine. What follows is the strategy we're using to accomplish the goal of user growth. If you find the things we say here worrisome, please understand that is our exact intention. You've outgrown our target demographic. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

The Diagnosis

It's lookin' pretty bad y'all!

After somehow losing hundreds of thousands of users during the great pr0n purge of 2018, we started to wonder if anything could be done to get back to where we were. We even brought in a management consultant who charged us a ridiculous amount of money. It would make you sick if you knew how much, but we got a few nice meals out of it at least. Anyhow, we handed this guy the app, and HE HAD NO IDEA HOW TO USE IT! It was f*cking hilarious! But suddenly it all clicked -- our users are a bunch of stupid idiots who can't even do basic arithmetic. I mean, they spend all day looking at their phones, so what do you expect?

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To keep this thing going we need new people. And by "people" we mean teenagers, like we used to have back in the good ol' days. Unfortunately we're all in our 40s now, so we have no idea what they want. But teenagers are so cool! Imagine if they talked to us like we're one of them? We're getting hard just thinking about it.

Our Guidng Principls

To make Tumblr cool again, we must address these huge glaring issues.

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The app is slow. The website is slow. Obviously this is because of GIFs. Facebook and Instagram don't allow them, so why should we?

Conclusion

Our mission changes on a day-to-day basis. Right now we're super jealous of all the attention that new Threads thing is getting. We're still not sure what it is, but we're gonna download it after work.