#anyways I dunno where I was going with this

[the-thing-withfeathers]

splish splash

a/n: i love you so bad cheerleader madison

pairing: cheerleader!madison beer x jock!reader

warnings: sooo much smut, public sex, fingering, oral (mads!receiving), cursing

summary: pool fun with cheerleader!madison

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“baby! pleaaaase! c’mon, it’ll be fun.” your girlfriend whined at you while tugging your hand to get you out of bed.

it was summer and the heat was crawling into everyone’s homes. you and madison were watching a movie on her bed when she got the sudden urge to cool off. it was late, the sun was down and it was too late to be doing this.

“where would we even go?” you asked her. the lakes in town were dangerous at this hour.

“well… the only pool in town.” she smirked.

“baby, you can’t be serious.” you warned.

“i’m dead serious.”

“we can’t”

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you couldn’t. but you did anyway.

you and madison pulled into a park behind the school, closer to the edge of the woods to avoid being seen by anyone.

she was in your letterman jacket, a bikini hiding under it. you were just in your t-shirt and jeans, your own swimmers covered by them. madison conveniently had a set for you too.

the two of you held hands as you ran across the field, reaching the back door of the school that led directly into the pool. you gave the knob a twist and shook your head at madison.

“it’s locked.” you whispered.

“okay…” madison stepped in front of you, kneeling in front of the lock. you would be lying if you said your eyes didn’t trail down her body. her toned legs holding her weight up while her lower half peeked out from under your jacket. “stop staring.” she mumbled, feeling your eyes on her.

“sorry.” your eyes snapped up. “what’re you doing?” she pulled out two bobby pins out of her hair, inserting them into the lock and twisting. after a couple of seconds, she pulled them out, unlocking the door.

“the fuck, mads?” you whisper-yelled. “where did you learn that?”

“youtube.”

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when you both reached the pool. she stripped off your jacket, dropping it on a bench. you took your clothes off and left them by the floor.

“it looks freezing.” she muttered. you looked at the water, feeling yourself shiver.

madison was already standing at the edge of the pool. you smiled to yourself seeing the reflection of the water graze her skin.

“you look so pretty, baby.” you approached her, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“mmhm, maybe you can take a picture.” she joked at you. you pressed soft kisses to her shoulder, she sighed softly as a response.

“or i could just do this.” your hands pulled away from her waist and pushed flat against her back, shoving her into the water. she yelped, falling straight into the water, trying to grab onto you for a split second but failing.

you laughed as she resurfaced, the anger on her face registering as adorable to you. you stepped back, giving yourself a running start before cannonballing into the pool.

you resurfaced and she delivered a smack to her shoulder, pouting.

“you play too much.” she huffed.

“c’mon baby, you love me for it.” you inched closer and wrapped your arms around her.

she immediately softened at your touch, your warmth keeping her sane in the freezing water.

she planted her hands on your shoulders, her legs wrapping around your waist. you walked around the shallow end of the pool.

“i like having moments like these with you.” she said, her head resting on your chest. you kissed her forehead.

“me too. sometimes i wish the world would just quiet down and it could be us for a little bit.” you agreed. you and madison were constantly in the public eye at school. you were a jock set for multiple scholarships and she was a cheerleader destined for greatness no matter where she went.

you both were magnificent.

“i’m excited for summer break. only a couple more months.” she tangled her fingers in the hairs on the back of your neck, her acrylics grazing your skin.

“what do you wanna do over the break?” you asked her, your hands on the back of her thighs, holding her up.

“dunno. maybe we could take a trip somewhere? my family isn’t doing anything.” she bit her lip softly, you loved when she did that.

your heat radiating off each other was enough to get you both going. you noticed she was staring at your body, your arms in particular. she loved how strong you were. and you loved how her body practically fit yours.

“neither is mine. we can definitely do a road trip. anywhere in particular?”

she raised her head and made your noses touch. you started walking towards the edge of the pool, pinning her against the tie.

“i’ll go wherever you go.”

that was enough for you to close the tension-filled gap between the two of you. you crashed your lips onto hers and she couldn’t help but let out a moan, sending vibrations down your throat.

her fingers tangled into your hair, properly this time. you slipped your tongue into her mouth, exploring her while she let you. you started to feel her hips rock against your abdomen, the water making soft noises along with her movements.

“you love the idea of getting caught, don’t you?” you asked her, pulling away and kissing her neck. water droplets were dripping down from her jaw to her chest. you followed them with your eyes and studied her body. you started sucking on her pulse point, coaxing a gasp out of her. she pulled you closer and nodded.

“i just love everyone knowing how good you do me.” she whined out when you bit down on the skin of her neck. she didn’t mind you marking her, in fact, she encouraged it.

whine you made work of her neck, your hand made its way to the back of her head, pulling at the string of her bikini top. it fell off her chest, revealing her nipples that were already hard. you pulled the string that wrapped it around her back too, taking it completely off.

you moved your hand towards her center, pulling her bikini bottoms aside and dragging your finger along her slit. her nails dug into your shoulder at the friction.

sure, you were underwater but her arousal had its own consistency, a thickness to it. you could tell she was practically leaking.

“did you plan this all along then?” you teased, your finger prodding her hole and your palm brushing against her clit.

“maybe.” she had her eyes shut, trying to move her hips against you.

“little slut. you just love when i fuck you anywhere, huh?” you said, “doesn’t matter where, you’ll take what i give you.”

“i want you to fuck me anywhere and everywhere, baby.” she said in an effort to get you to do something, anything.

without warning, you inserted a finger into her. her eyes shot open, her body doubling over and slumping against you.

“already fucked out? i haven’t even started.” you mocked her. her arousal built quickly. she loved being out in public, the idea of being caught by someone turned her on.

you pumped your finger in and out of her, your mouth attaching itself to her nipple. your tongue swirled around it, easing her need for you in her upper half. her back arched when you bit down softly, her hands pulling you even closer.

“fuck me…” she moaned, her eyes fluttering into the back of her head. “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” she whined out the harder you pumped your finger, your palm colliding with her swollen and untouched clit.

you moved onto the other nipple, taking it in between your lips. your right hand joined you left, playing with her clit and rubbing quick circles around it.

she was getting closer and closer with each movement you made. you were completely synchronised with yourself, making her feel good in every spot you could.

you added another finger to spur her on even more, her walls slowly starting to clench around your digits.

“oh fuck!” she cried out, her hips basically bouncing on your fingers. she wanted you in deeper, she used her legs around your waist to grind down on you.

“yeah, you fucking love when i take you, huh? you love when i fuck you with my fingers.” you bit down on her nipple again.

the water was splashing in between you, spraying droplets on your face and across madison’s chest.

“i’m so fucking close.” she whispered into your ear, her hand pulling your hair. the pain made you groan on her nipple.

“i’m… i’m gonna fucking cum!” she yelled out, her head thrown back against the tile.

“that’s it, baby. cum like the needy little slut you are.” you grunted against her, your words coming out raspy.

“gonna… gonna cum!” she warned you a last time before unravelling on your fingers, reaching her peak and letting out a chopped up squeal. her legs shook and tightened against your waist, her chest rising and falling.

“fuck, that’s the hardest i’ve ever cum.” she laughed, you joined her with a chuckle.

you lifted her up onto the edge of the pool, your strength kicking in after all you did. you positioned your head between her thighs.

“what’re you doing??” she asked, eyebrows furrowing as she was still trying to recover from the mindblowing orgasm you gave her.

“need to clean you up.” you said, hooking your pointer finger into the crotch of her bikini bottom, pulling it to the side again.

“oh—“ she didn’t get the chance to say much before your tongue licked upwards on her soaking cunt. you tasted chlorine but you also tasted madison. “fuck.” she whimpered, her body giving out. she was forced to lay down on the cold floor.

you had your hands on her thighs, they were resting on both sides of your head. your lips wrapped around her pussy, you lapped at her release and your eyes rolled back into your head upon tasting her.

your tongue licked at her hole, trying to gather every last drop that she had to offer.

it wasn’t long before her acrylics were digging into your scalp and her legs were starting to shake again.

you were like a woman starved, wanting to taste her as much as you could.

“mmph. too much! gonna cum!” her back arched as her second wave of release washed over her, her thighs suffocating you as they squeezed shut.

her hips bucked upwards and grinded against your face. that sent a jolt through her body as her back unarched.

you weren’t done, you wanted everything of that release too. you lapped at it before pulling away, feeling her fingers push at your forehead from being too overstimulated.

you planted your hands on the edge of the pool, pushing yourself up and situating yourself on top of madison. you shook your head, wildly, like a dog, splashing her with all the water that was still on you.

she squealed and tried to cover herself but couldn’t hold back a laugh. she loved when you fooled around after intimate moments like these.

“you sneaky little sex demon.” you teased her, her hands found their way to your cheek and jaw. she pulled you in for a soft kiss.

“what can i say? seeing you like this turns me on.” she defended herself, kissing your cheek.

“we better get out of here before—“

“hey! who’s there?!” you heard someone call out and you and madison immediately stood up. running to grab your clothes and sprinting out the back door.

come monday morning, you two giggled at what you heard the principal announce over the loudspeaker.

a certain discarded bikini top was found floating in the school’s swimming pool.

[snarkylinda]

Honestly one of my favorite CM scenes period gotta be that little dialogue on s10 where Spencer mentions what happened with him after the whole LDSK thing sank in. I love me some empathic/compassionate characters, those are MY FAVORITE and it was the main reason why I gravitated so much toward boy Genious at the first place (namely The FisherMan part 2. And ofc, Revelations.) Give me the characters that feel STRONGLY for those in pain regardless of what side they are on, show me how much it TEARS THEM APART to be unable to save someone, to be the ones to take someone's life for the greater good, gimme more experiemented and so- more jaded teammembers try to talk sense onto the cinnamon roll, to look worried as their precious innocence is, slowly, wasting away and they are paying their price for their naivity, for their good nature, that is the good shit.

However

Compassion is a slippery rope. It's maybe because I watch too much shonen anime, but everytime I see an empathic hero coddle a literal terrorist I just sit there all ".....what the hell-" like there is a limit bro that dude killed innocent people lmao so it goes from compassion....to self-righteousness, and me dislikes 🧍🏼‍♀️🧍🏼‍♀️🧍🏼‍♀️

So yeah, super kudos to have this little line where Spencer literally says "I only got over killing this dude because I started focused on the people HE killed, they had lives too" made me give him a cookie and a headpat.

[radiance1]

"May I help you, mister...?"

Pariah Dark paused, slowly looking the old (by human standards) butler up and down before slowly sheathing his sword and crossing his arms. He looked the butler up and down once more, before glancing at the mansion and back at him.

Hm.

Hm.

"May I come in?" The king asked calmly, voice kept carefully lower than he would usually speak with. He was aware that his normal tone of voice was 'loud' in human standards. The butler stared at him for a moment, before slowly stepping to the side. "Of course, sir. Though I am certain I have not yet gotten your name."

He pushed his foot forward, soon passing through the threshold as fire wrapped around his body as he shrunk. Armor being exchanged for more 'comfortable' clothing besides his cape as he stepped through the doorway and grunted. "You may refer to me as War."

The butler nodded, not batting an eye as the sudden shift in clothing or size. "You came at quite the convenient time. Would you like to join us for dinner, sir War?"

Him?

Eat mortal food?

Perposterous.

"If you would have me and it's no further effort on your part, I could make such an arrangement." He fell in step easily behind the butler, hands folding behind his back in a similar if not a bit more extra way as his cape and hair swayed behind him with his every step.

"I believe I can arrange something to your liking," There was a sliver of mischief in the butler's tone as he led the king to what he assumed to be the dining room. "So far, all of my guests had only good things to say about my hospitality. I do so hope you're among them as well, words of praise from one of your station is quite hard to come by."

"I trust that your hospitality be nothing but kind." The king said, coming to a stop at a door the butler soon held open.

"Please, make yourself comfortable while I go inform those who will join you and make something more..." There was a slight twinkle in the butler's eyes. "Attuned, to your pallet."

The king chuckled. "I look forward to it." Then stepped inside.

[camellia-thea]

i know we talk a lot about the isolation of chronic illness and disability, but i really don't think ablebodied folk get it.

i have made one new friend in person since graduating highschool in 2020. she is my housemate's girlfriend. she stays over frequently, and the only reason we are friends is because she stays over and we have shared university papers. i would not have had the opportunity to befriend her otherwise. that is in the space of three years.

i don't go out much. i cannot guarantee that i will leave my house within any given week. technically i have class i need to go to twice a week for an hour, but those moments aren't time for friends, they're time for classwork and i don't interact with people in a social capacity there.

i simply do not get the opportunity to meet people.

i cannot go out with friends and meet new people that way, because my social circle is already so small, and i don't have the energy to go out half the time anyway. when i do, i suffer for it later.

i don't meet people on campus because i'm immuno-compromised, and ableds seem to have forgotten that we are still in a pandemic.

i don't go to clubs or go out for the sake of going out because i can't. i've grown agoraphobic, because i am so worried that something health related will happen and i'll get stuck somewhere alone. i hate leaving the house because of the guarantee of an anxiety attack which leaves my body more likely to flare. it's a vicious cycle of isolation.

i am not the only one who has experienced this -- i can still leave the house, i can still go and visit friends with assistance. i struggle, but at the end of the day, it's still an option. there are others who are completely isolated.

the worst of it is that people leave. people get tired of the 'i can't come, i'm sorry', of the 'hey, i'm sick, can we postpone?'. even people who you love and hold dearly will stop trying. and it's awful. you have to sit and watch these people who you love walk away because they can't deal with your disability. i don't have words to describe how much that hurts.

it really is impossible for ablebodied people to understand, because for the majority of us, this isn't temporary. this is just how we have to live. and your social circle can only really get smaller.

[bromcommie]

Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this dark alone where I cannot find you.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[ying-doodles]

When do you stop chasing after the one you once cherished? When do you realize they are beyond saving? ... Or perhaps, the better question is: When do you finally realize that they don't want to be saved?

Is it better to be doomed by the narrative or to condemn your fate by your own hand? How far must you fall from grace in order to raise the ones around you? ... And how long do you fall for before you no longer hear their cries?

... Okay so maybe I did think about @sunflowercider's post (and the replies) for a bit too long... (>⤙<；) The idea of Lloyd going down a dark path and forcing everyone out in order to keep them safe was just too enticing,,

[mewkwota]

Hey don't listen to Dracula's voice clips in Dead by Daylight. He talks about Trevor so darn much. Now I really wish I didn't draw these in such tiny spaces because you can hardly see Trevor's body.

[justarandomhelluvablog]

sorry sorry last time I'm talking about huskerdust tonight but does it fuck anyone else up knowing that Husk and Angel basically lived at the same time but were on opposite sides of the country. But also Husk went traveling. Like these two could have met while they were alive and wouldn't even know it. They didn't even know the other existed until they met at the hotel

Like I have. so many thoughts about this.

[drenched-in-sunlight]

I gotta say I did not expect I’d love Miles this much, enough to look up shit like Secret War and Civil War II reading order, and worse, subject myself to Bendis’ writing of all things (he’s the reason why I stopped being a comic stan 5 years ago. I were a DC/ Superfam fan. You know the beef was BEEFING). Like, my tolerance of that dude now only stops at him being one of Miles’ creators. So that better writers can do the kid justice years later. That’s it.

Like, why is the “r u and Ganke together haha” a whole shtick that comes up multiple times during his run? It’s so annoying and painful to read. Miles can go around being paired up with different girls but the moment THAT question came up you know he gonna be super defensive and >:( about it which, eh, just does not line up with anything else happening in whatever story is happening at the time. At all.

The only silver of light is that Miles actually never says he doesn’t like boys, he just denies ever dating Ganke. Like, he could just say he doesn’t swing that way and the question would have stopped, but he doesn’t. So I know he be running around kissing the punk-est boy in the whole spider verse, ha!

Idk I’m near the end of Bendis’ run and some of it r good but a lot of them put me thru excruciating pain (cringe) so I have to complain about it.

Did I mention I were a DC stan 6 years ago? I were a DC stan 6 years ago so this isn’t even my first rodeo with white dudes writing weirdest things in American comic, but I just can’t believe I got dragged into this again because Miles blinks his bambi eyes on screen and makes me want to rotate him in my brain so I need to know the lore of him in every medium, apparently.

[lohstandfound]

hm.... exploring jake as nonbinary/agender who very much performs the act of masculinity because that is what is expected of him and coming to terms that he doesn't have to be, maybe he doesn't have to force himself into that mould

[smile-files]

oh yeah i watched the new ii and it was pretty wack. my only two thoughts are

i love cabby

they had to neutralize clover?????? hello?????????

[disengaged]

i wanna live on my own again …. i’m so ready to put my books on a shelf and my clothes in a closet

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[stephaniedola]

desperately want to buy a 90s geo trackerrrrrrrr i saw one on the street fell in love instantly and now i dont want any other car ever

[keeps-ache]

just finished this one so.. here lol