#i miss her (sativa)

[itspanimi]

my pen dying really had a massive butterfly effect on the trajectory of my life literally everything in my life has gone to shambles once i couldn't get absolutely blasted anymore 😭👎🏻

[missmimii]

☁︎︎ 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐌 － 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

୨ৎ － 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | In which Matt convinces a old-time friend of his to be his muse for a college project leads to a series of stolen touches, and sandy pecks.

୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. 18+, Switch!matt, fem!reader, smut, language, public(kinda?) dirty talk, light degradation, pet names, teasing, risky sexual encounter, fingering, detailed intercourse.

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈!

︎－ 𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ | In celebration of almost 500 followers, I lie upon you probably the most detailed smut I’ve written. I love everyone and this entire community so very much, and I’m grateful beyond words to explain how huge this is to me. (It’s been a hot minute since I’ve wrote smut)

☀︎︎－ A small grimace curses Matt’s face as he steps from the hot gravel, to the golden granular sand. Wind blowing through his disheveled brown hair leisurely, pushing back the tendrils with ease as he makes his away across the beach, a breezy of breath air escaping his lips as he takes in the comforting coastline. The boy’s camera sways around his neck with each step, the rough material of the strap scraping against his neck, where the two buttons of his shirt are undone.

☁︎︎－ The triplet inwardly regrets the decision of wearing a pair of his most expensive slacks on a beach, knowing that they would no doubt be dusty and uncomfortable with sand by the time he left, but couldn’t help but wanting to impress her. What had it been? Four years. Sorrow came over him as he realized just how much contact he’d lost with his past, until now. Wow. Running a hand through his hair anxiously, he muttered a curse to himself at such a sight. “Shit.”

☀︎︎ ︎－ Matt’s breath immediately caught in his lungs as he took in the gorgeous view, of not only the sunset, but the girl who stood in front of it like it was meant to be. Skin tinted with a radiant glow as her head tipped aback, eyelashes batting against her cheeks as the charmingly warm breeze fluttered across her sun-kissed face. Waves intermittently flowed over her bare feet, sand washing across the skin before washing away into the water.

︎☁︎︎－ A discarded towel sat not far behind her, flip flops aside the balled up article. As Matt approached the girl, the more his nerves began to wrack his mind. It’s been so long since high-school, so much had changed between them －A friendship that once had seemed laid-back, now filled with tension and memories of provocative urges. “Hey,” the male finally uttered, her head turning at the tranquil voice she knew all too well.

︎☀︎︎－ Tension fell of her shoulders as she took in Matt’s familiar appearance, because despite the obvious change in the boy she once knew, it was still him. The same Matt who stole cheesy glances of her from the corner of his eye in science class－the same boy who’d throw his arm around her shoulder while watching a movie at his house, the same movie neither of them payed attention toward due to the heated side-stares of one an other.

☁︎︎－ Clearing her throat, “Hi,” the girl plastered a small smile on her lips, one that did little to nothing at hiding the uncomfortable feeling of being resentful. Matt couldn’t help but copy that smile, though his was far more genuine then hers. He’d missed her. “You look ..” She raised a tentative eyebrow, making him blow out a sigh. “really good.” Just good? Jesus Matt, say more.

☀︎︎－Whereas the girl, folded her hands behind her back sheepishly, an exhilarating boost in her chest as she took in the compliment. “Thank you.” She murmured, a small smile on her lips. Matt nodded, clearing his throat while running a when down his jaw. “So.. how was New York?” He watched as the girl’s eyes lit up, fighting a chuckle at the sight. “You remembered?” Of course he remembered.

☁︎︎－ “I don’t think you would’ve let me forget.” Her cheeks turned pink at the remark, reminiscent of the late night conversations shared between her and him. It was always an aspiration of the girl’s to visit NYC, the city taking her for trip of nostalgia the mere second she breathed in the musty air. Matt of course, was reminded of this regularly whenever he’d travel from Boston to LA, an immediate guilt taking over the boy as he was reminded of her.

☀︎︎︎－ As frustrating as it was, Matt had gotten used to being reminded of her from the smallest aspects of his life. Simple enough as when he’d pour himself a glass of water, knowing that it was something she’d always request him to do for her, oh so sweetly. Or when he’d drive past a beat up Honda on the way too film a Friday video, the car nauseatingly similar to the one she had in high-school.

☁︎︎－Matt waited a moment too long before clearing his throat, finally speaking up. “This means a lot to me,” he murmured, savouring the gleam in her eyes as he spoke. “You know that right?” The girl melted into Matt’s gaze, offering a meek bob of the head as his hooded stare roamed her expressionisms. I remember when he used to look at me that way. “Where do you want me boss?” She joked, making Matt chuckle.

☀︎︎－The triplet fondly remembers when he’d finally pressed down on the send button, immediately turning his phone over with an aspirated sigh. What if she says no? Or worse, she’d block me － It was a impulsive decision, Matt knew that. Asking his ex-best friend to be his muse, it was the furthest thing from ethical, and the closest to selfish. Still, the boy gave in because he knew that nobody would ever look as good as her, blurred with the lines of a ethereal coastline, and a balmy hue on her skin as he admired her through the restraints of a camera.

☁︎︎－ “Uh,” Matt thumbed with the strap around his neck, hating the way it weighed him down, but simultaneously enjoyed the warmth. “here, I’ll back up a bit, and you jus’ kinda’ stay where you are.” The girl nodded, shuffling around a bit as he took a few steps back, biting down on her lip as she took in his attire. The slacks fit around his waist a little too perfectly, a black belt adorning them with a glint against the leather. And the button up, she felt light-headed even looking at it, the two buttons atop freely undone with a silver chain peeking from under. “Perfect. You’re perfect.” Matt.

☀︎︎－ Matt dropped down onto one knee, the look of him to his haunches bringing an unwanted pulse to the girl’s core as she itched at her neck anxiously. “That’s good,” he muttered, face crinkled in concentration as he lifted the camera. “doin’ so good, just like that..” Matt trailed off with a husk in his tone, before a small snap was heard. He did this another three times before bring the camera down, forcing the gasp he so badly wanted to emit at the sight of pure beauty. Matt had captured her in the best moment, hairs sticking to the moistened supple skin of her plump lips as she flashed her alluring gaze to the camera.

☁︎︎－ It felt as if the air in his lungs had knotted around until it halted his breathing, the camera almost clattering to the sandy ground as he looked up. “Can I see?” The girl tilted her head down at him, pupils beautifully drawn across Matt’s facial features while he forced a curt nod. “Yeah －yeah of course.” He murmured, lifting up from his one knee and putting the camera between the two of them. God, Matt’s entire body burned with a burning need, the urge to grip her waist and slam his lips to hers almost too overwhelming, the scent of her warm vanilla scent engulfing his nose.

☀︎︎－ A few untamed hairs tickled Matt’s jaw as the heavenly girl’s gaze flicked down the the camera. “Oh wow,” a small gasp elicited from her lips, one hand toying with a locket around her neck as she took in the picture. “Do you like it?” Did she like it? He watched as her expression morphed into one of surprise, looking throughly taken aback. “Matt－I love it.” She breathed out, allowing the triplet’s shoulders to fall with relief as he threaded a hand through his hair. “Yeah?” With a soft chuckle, she nodded, hairs framing her eyes with elegance.

☁︎︎－ He had to. “Oh,” a sound of shock left her lips as a large hand reached out and cupped her one cheek, calloused thumb running down the curve of her jaw delicately. “Sorry.” Matt whispered softly, before her eyes fell shut as the irritably feeling of long hairs on her face had dissipated. The boy effortlessly tucked them behind her one ear, watching as the diamonds pierced within glittered in his loving stare. How could he have let her get away? “What?” Huh? Matt met her eyes, swallowing thickly as he saw the confusion written all over her face.

☀︎︎－ “Why are you looking at me like that?” She mumbled, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she spoke in a gentle tone. Matt was left speechless for a moment, knowing the answer to her inquiry, but knew that it wasn’t appropriate to speak of considering the circumstances. “You just look really pretty.” He watched as her features softened at the confession, the smile faltering. “Pretty?” So fucking perfect. At Matt’s nod, she tilted her head away with a soft sound of contemplation.

☁︎︎－ Matt never called her pretty. In their whole seven years of friendship, he’d barely brought up the mere mention of her appearance. It didn’t matter how much make-up she put on, even though Matt liked her naturally, or what clothes she wore, even though sometimes he imagined her in nothing, he never really spoke of it. Pretty, gorgeous, flawless, beautiful － nothing. And why? All because he was in denial and scared? Her eyes flicked down as his calloused thumb slowly grazed down her shoulder, dragging the strap of her sundress down, revealing the slight tan-line. “Why do you look so surprised?” Matt whispered huskily.

☀︎︎－ With a gentle shrug, she tore her eyes from her shoulder, and onto the triplet’s. “You never －” She cut herself off, realizing how stupid she’d sound if those few words left her mouth. Matt hummed, lifting an eyebrow as a motion for her to continue. He could listen to her for a lifetime. “I don’t like you’ve ever called me that.” The girl admitted. Matt felt his heart collide with the bottom of his gut at her words, wanting to reach up and claw at his neck from the feeling of guilt overtaking his body. It was a sin. A god awful sin, that he never spoke the absolute truth.

☁︎︎－ She gently tugged at the button of his shirt, sand blowing lusciously against the soft skin of his neck as it revealed the silver chain. “Don’t,” His hair blew back with ease from a melodic breeze, giving Matt’s cheeks a light hue of pink as he looked into her eyes with a star-struck gaze. “don’t look so guilty.” The girl breathed out, a soft chuckle not long after. “I don’t recall ever calling you －beautiful.” Oh, but she thought it.

☀︎︎－ Maybe it was the feeling of her tugging at his button up, or the way the setting sun left a radiant tan against her jaw － or maybe it was just her, but Matt couldn’t withhold his impulses. Eyes flicking from her glowing eyes, to her perfect little nose, the scattered freckles along with some sand littered across her cheeks －her lips. Her fucking lips. “Mmph－” A muffled sound of surprise escaped her parted lips as Matt leaned in, delivering a chaste kiss against the supple skin with ease. The camera fell from his hands and swayed around his neck as he cupped her cheeks, pressing the heat of his body into her familiar one. “Is this okay?” He whispered, pulling away to seek her attention. And god, did he have it.

☁︎︎－ She froze for a moment, hesitant. Was it okay? Matt immediately caught the worrisome glimpse on her face, guilt setting in his chest as he cursed to himself, stepping back while running a hand down his jaw. He still felt her lips. “Shit－I’m sorry.” What was he thinking? Matt’s gaze was drew heavenward as he took in the guilt, sucking in a harsh breath as he felt a warm soothe through his body. If it was so wrong, why did it feel so right? Clouds illuminated into his pupils as he silently spoke to the man above, the unspoken prayers too selfish and sinfully cruel for the pure girl to ever know of. He ached for her, for years he needed her. And like many times before, he was pleading for just one night to take back what he lost.

☀︎︎－ Before he could prepare himself, a set of lips that molded against Matt’s perfectly were being smashed against his abruptly. A camera pressed between two chests as he stumbled backward, hands landing behind him on the sand as the couple collided together atop the sandy ground. Soft thighs on either side of his hard ones as she glided a hand down his sharp jawline, needlessly moving her desperate mouth against his panting one. It was rough, but real. So fucking real that Matt wondered if it was ever wrong to begin with.

☁︎︎－ His nose skimmed hers as she pulled a half inch away, lips still parted as the two panted. “It’s okay.” She breathed out, chest heaving softly on his. Matt stilled for a second, eyes fluttering with a deep freeness as he slipped a hand behind her neck, kneading the soft skin in his palm as he nudged her back into his body. A quiet moan escaped her mouth as he ran the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip, a silent gesture for her to let him him. And like a good girl she always was, he felt as her lips slowly parted. “Atta’ girl.” His girl.

☀︎︎－ “Slow down f’me.” She nodded at the gentle demand, but it goes unheard in actions as she presses into him with need. Her core practically grounded down onto the obvious tent in his slacks, unknowingly. Matt kept his cool, the grunt going unnoticed to the girl as she softly rolled her hips down on his cock. “Did you hear me?” He murmured to her lips, heavy eyes rolling up to hers as she whimpered. “M’not goin’ anywhere baby.” Matt said, promise dripping from his sultry voice. “You’ll get what you want when I give it to you.”

☁︎︎－ Two rough hands squeeze her waist, fisting the material of her sundress in his hands as he tugged her closer, emitting a moan as he felt the warmth of her clothed cunt dragging against his slacks. “You’re killing me.” Matt practically gasped out, unable to kiss her whilst simultaneously battling his raging hard on. A shooting boost of pleasure was sent up her core with a burning heat, wetness coating her folds as she went limp in his lap. “Matt,” She cried, dropping her head onto his broad shoulder. “I know dolly, I know.” Much to her delight, Matt’s rough palm slowly slid off into the hem of her sundress, rubbing soft circles into her inner thigh.

☀︎︎－ He knew by the way her legs twitched that she’d attempted clench them around his hand, the action a sad and pitiful fail as his own hard ones kept the two apart. A little whine, right next to his ear. “Somethin’ wrong pretty?” A shiver goes down his spine at the lewd sound, wanting nothing more than to flip her over in the sand and to shove his cock so far into that she could feel him up her damn throat. “Just－do something.” She stressed airily.

☁︎︎－ A hand ran down her hair comfortingly as he muttered a gentle shh’, easily lulling her words into the back of her throat as she gripped Matt’s shoulders. “Was that a demand?” The triplet’s same hand easily fisted her hair in his larger hand, pulling her head from his shoulder so they met eyes. “or am I missing somethin’?” With a sound of regret, tears or frustration glazed her eyes as she frowned down at him. “Please, please Matt.” Ah, there it was.

☀︎︎－ A second went by as he looked into her eyes, littering gazes of adoration on her sun kissed face with every flick of the eye. So fucking perfect, Matt thought. But apparently this second was a second too long, the girl whimpering as she dug her nails into the boy’ shoulders. “Matt,” He drawled out a noncommittal hum, lifting an eyebrow. “What’re－fuck.” It was like the sparks in her had exploded, her body going tense as two slim fingers slowly slid into her drenched heat, Matt’s calloused thumb rolling over her sensitive clit to ease the entrance.

☁︎︎－ He felt the pulse of her walls over the digits, cursing to himself at the tight angle as they molded over her spongey walls. Every move and flick of his Matt’s fingers elicited a new and unexpected sensation, as well as the little provocative gasps that left her lips. “Hurts,” His girl. Matt cooed with a faux sympathy, his bottom lip pouting out with mock as he tilted his head up at her. “Hurts, baby?” At her meek nod, he slipped his fingers from her cunt, wetness tainting her inner thigh as he ran them along her dewy skin. “how’re you suppose’ to take my cock then, huh?” Slowly rubbing circles into her skin, teasing her as she felt more arousal trickled from her slick folds.

☀︎︎－ She murmured something breathily, avoiding eye contact as she shifted uncomfortably on the triplet’s lap. A mix of sexual frustration, tension, and the underlying uncomfortable pressure of Matt’s larger fingers. All of the factors mixed into one left her with a sense of frustration, wanting nothing more than to whine and beg, until he finally gave up the condescending act and gave her what she needed. “Slower, then?” Matt asked softly, gouging her reaction as he gripped her thigh gently. Please, with a small nod, Matt’s lips twitched. Slow it was.

☁︎︎－ Rough pebbles and rocks dug into his one hand that dropped down aside him, resting on the sandy beach to steady both bodies of the couple. A dark cloud crossing above them with an illuminated grey hue that shine down on the horizon with a light aroma of rain that was to come. Finally, Matt’s finger sensually moved aside her undergarment, revealing her pretty little hole as he ran the tip of his index finger between her wet lips. “Slow,” he said as she rocked her hips forward, a thigh twitching against his hard one at the feeling of his rough finger grazing her needy bud. “slow, sweetheart.” Matt’s finger continually itching its way across her mound, slowing down every now and then to press down on a spot that made her moan out onto his shoulder, before going back to dipping into her heat.

☀︎︎－ All it took was half of his one finger to slide in, her teeth nipping at his clothed shoulder as she tried to contain the sounds that pleaded to slip from her lips. “Can’t’ help it, hm?” Matt chuckled meanly, hearing her whine tickle his neck as she rolled her hips forward. The girl couldn’t care anymore － she wanted to, wanted to listen and obey to the command, but she couldn’t. “Grinding down on my hand like it’s my dick,” The triplet said causally, making her moan as she bit down on his shoulder, “fuck.” Matt cursed at the pain, his middle finger bending up into her pussy, rubbing down on a sensitive area that at her legs twitching around him.

☁︎︎－ A small whine escaped the girl’s lips, biting down on her lip as she felt a second finger begin to nudge at her slick opening. “You can take it.” Matt murmured, sensing her hesitation as she tensed in his hold. His index finger slipped between her lips, the walls of her cunt tightening around the finger as he fastened the pace of his middle one, using the friction as a distraction. “there we go,” her entire body twitched, pulsing with a fiery heat as Matt’s knuckle brushed up against her tingling clit. “that’s a good girl.” Fuck me.

☀︎︎－ Matt inwardly groaned to himself, feeling her backside unintentionally grind against his clothed, aching length, despite the current touch he was already giving her. He didn’t speak his concerns, concerns being cumming in his damn slacks within mere minutes if she didn’t stop. “That’s my girl,” no she wasn’t. With a barely legible moan, “No.” Never.

☁︎︎－ Both pain and pleasure pang’s Matthew’s chest as he moans, feeling her ground her ass down on his cock. What was she playing at? Her hips moved at her own accord, rocking back in forth on his finger as he curved it upward. “Ah’ ah’ －” Matt’s free larger hand absentmindedly palmed at her backside, halting her movements with ease. “Patience.” He muttered, a shocked moan escaping her lips as he finally slid his index finger in aside his middle.

☀︎︎－ Patience? A small scoff emitted her lips, holding back the strings of whimpers that begged to leave her lungs as Matt took just then to brush his knuckles up against the walls of her pussy, scissoring his two long fingers up to her fucking spine. “Have I n－ fuck.” Chuckling like the damn sadist he was, Matt’s hand left her ass, promoting the touch to her jaw as he tipped her chin down. “Finish, the sentence.” Or what, she wanted to say. “Were the four years not patient enough for you?”

☁︎︎－ Matt’s eyes darkened from both her words, and her expressionisms as he slid his slick fingers from her heat. Nose crinkling with confusion and a pained glaze along her beautifully drawn eyes as she searched for the right words. “Matt－” Fuck. As if the urge to speak was ripped away from her －in a way it was, her jaw went slack as a silent scream escaped her lips. Matt slammed the two digits into her sopping heat, curling them upward as cum and arousal collected on the ends of the calloused tips. “Baby?” The triplet mocked back, the condescending tone making her moan out. He could fuck her over time and time again and she’d still never be able to resist his touch. After yearning for it for years, months－seconds, and she finally fucking had it.

☀︎︎－Nails dug into his shoulders as she buried her face into her shoulder, small whines hushed against the material of his satin shirt as she felt his thumb begin to roll across her throbbing clit. More, more and more. All she wanted to say was more, but she couldn’t. “Hm?” Matt would taunt every time an incoherent babble came from her bitten lips, making her abdomen clench as the degrading tone hit her ears. “Can’t’ hear you when you’re all fucked out like this, doll.” The boy chuckled, hearing her utter soft ‘no－no’s as he slipped his hand from under her dress.

☁︎︎－ Something was so .. mesmerizing about looking at the girl on his lap as she struggled. The thought was far to sadistic to ever voice, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t think it. “Heree’ we go,” Matt uttered, a small yelp emitting her plump lips as she felt the tip of his cock slowly rock between her arousal coated lips. Belt of his buckle long unclasped as he bunched the flowing skirt of her sundress to her hips, biting his lip as he watched inch after inch slowly get lost in the tight grip of her cunt. Jesus fuck － a throaty groan tore from his lungs, throwing his head back as she tightened around his hard length. Don’t cum, don’t cum － please god.

☀︎︎－ It didn’t matter that Matt had went still for the few seconds, because the girl could still feel him everywhere. Even with zero effort or movements put into the action, every fucking inch caressed and pressed up against a spot or wall that would have her thighs shaking within seconds. “Matt,” she gasped, feeling his dick jostle inside of her throbbing heat as he adjusted his hips, hitting an unknown spot. “I know, I know.” Matt breathed out airily, sounding breathless and on thin ice himself.

☁︎︎－ Along with the insatiable pleasure and urge to draw out the desire, came with an uncomfortable stretch. After all she wasn’t a virgin, Matt was just big. Sucking in a breath, her lips rolled forward, attempting to alleviate some of the suffocating pressure. “Fuck,” Matt groaned, chest moving up and down as she whined. “Sorry- I’m sorry.” He wasn’t. Practically milking his cock of everything it had as she clamped around him, feeling her pulse with an undeniable need as she pressed her chest into his.

☀︎︎－ His two hands shakily molded around her hips, gripping harshly as he gently guided her movements with ease. Matt went slow at first, lifting her a few inches off, the sound of her breath hitching a warning to slide back down, before doing it all over again. Eventually the whines turned into moans, strings of whimpers as he felt her tighten before un-tensing as the walls of her pussy sucked him in like her life depended on it. “Like’ your little pussy was made for me, huh?” He moaned out, closing his eyes with a fluttering need in his belly. If only he’d known earlier.

☁︎︎－ Seeing Matt in such a vulnerable state had her dripping, pupils growing in size as she took in his facial expressions with every single movement. She was always the one on the spotlight. It felt good to see the roles reversed, the triplet becoming a mindless little thing under her control. “Good?” She whispered, cocking her head as two hands fell on his broad shoulders. He murmured something incoherently, small whines and whimpers leaving his pink lips as she lifted herself from his lap, before dropping back down with a breathy moan. So good.

☀︎︎－ Matt, on the other hand, was going criminally insane. Too fucking slow, he thought as she rose up from his throbbing length, chasing the release he so desperately yearned for. And it hurt, fucking ached with a tingling stimulant as she clamped down on him while lifting her hips, as if her cunt was begging to stay. “Fuck－please.” Matt groaned out, mind void of any embarrassment as he felt his stomach tighten. “Please, what?” Jesus.

☁︎︎－ His neck craned to look up at her, swallowing a guttural groan that pleaded to escape his lungs as she halted her pleasurable pace of movement. “Just－” A brow raised down at him, she patiently hummed. Two red painted finger nails tucked brunette strands of hair from his forehead, Matt letting out a soft grunt as his eyes fluttered shut. “Just … fuck me.” The girl’s hand froze, lips parting at the words. “Please.” She was done for.

☀︎︎－ The girl was positive that she’d do anything Matt begged for if he did it that tone, biting down on her lip as she slowly rocked against his cock. The triplet let out another pained groan, hearing her wince as his fingers dug into the soft skin of her hips. That would be the last of her worries. “Forgive me.” Her eyes fluttered open with a confused hum, watching as Matt fed his bottom lip between his teeth. Forgive him－an abrupt moan tore from her throat, pain shooting up her core as Matt suddenly lifted her all the way from his cock, before slamming her back down on the dripping length with a moan. “Matt!” She gasped, body tensing as he bent his neck back.

☁︎︎－ For a split second everything went silent to the boy’s ears, only registering the sound of his pumping heart, and the heaving of his own chest. Up and down. Swallowing thickly, a choked moan finally left his lips, small hairs sticking to the skin of his forehead as he peered into her eyes. There was no doubt a puddle of arousal and pre-cum between the two bodies, his eyes flicking down and holding back a groan at the sight. Her pussy, raw and stretched around his thick length as she shifted in need, his dick slick with her dripping wetness as it made for an easier ride.

☀︎︎－ Fingers digging into her soft skin as she moaned, face scrunched with pleasure as he lifted her from his cock, slamming her down with such a desperate persistence. The tip of his cock nudged against her fluttering bud with every thrust, sending shockwaves of a tingling sensation up her core. “Fuck－Matt.” The girl cried, feeling her stomach tighten. “Let it go, do it for me.” Over and over. His own lips raised with every thrust, pathetically rocking his cock up into her with small whines. “Gonna cum f’me?”

☁︎︎－ At her meek nod, Matt trailed a hand down her hip, caressing the skin ever so softly as his thumb slowly began to roll over her clit. “Holy －fuck,” Un-fucking-real. Every retraction of his throbbing length was an opening for his skilled fingers, pressing down and rolling over the needy bundle before she slid down onto his cock with a breathy moan. With a final press of his middle finger against her opening, she let out a throaty whimper－gasping as her stomach clenched. “Oh my god－my fucking god.” A hand entrapped the nape of her neck, Matt’s calloused thumb pressing into her pulse as he gripped her trachea. Lips smashed onto hers as she released all over his pulsing dick, squeezing around him as he groaned.

☀︎︎－ Her walls suffocated him perfectly, a moan tearing from his throat as he felt the ball in his abdomen start to unravel. Magical, eyes rolling back into his skull as he panting into her mouth, rope after ropes of cum buried so deep inside her dripping cunt that she swore she could taste the saltiness on her tongue. “S’so fuckin good,” Matt moaned, biting at her bottom lip as he came down from his high.

☁︎︎－ The couple sat in silence for a few seconds, mostly due to the sticky aftermath of their sinful act that was dripping onto her thighs, wetness slick on the leg of his slacks. At least it wasn’t sand. Drip, drip, drip. The girl flinched a bit, cursing as a dribble of wetness landless on her cheek. “What－” Simultaneously, Matt drew his gaze upward, as well as the perplexed girl. Shit. The sky, grey and cloudy, a strong rumbling storming down at them as the clouds enveloped their bodies.

☀︎︎－ Groaning softly, Matt met her eyes. “Well..” The boy bit down on hips bottom lip before speaking, a small smirk growing across his bitten lips. “pretty sure that’s god crying at what he just witnessed.” Matt. The girl sighed, laughing airily as she playfully swatted at his chest, her forehead falling onto his shoulder. “Shut up.” More water fell against her open backed dress, drenching the couple’s hair as they sat in silence.

☁︎︎－ Drip, drip, drip. “Sit up.” Nose crinkling, she lifted her head from Matt’s shoulder. A camera met her eyes, Matt leaning back on one hand as he rose the strap, a devilish grin on his lips as he pressed the button. “Say New York.” Oh my god. Snap. Light shimmered across her nose beautifully, hair wet from both rain and sweat from their previous encounter. Lips red and raw from the impact of his, a seductive glimmer in her eyes as she leaned back. Still on his fucking cock.

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Sativa

Elliot x fem!reader

Elliot x black!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested: no

"I say we sound better than you or me,"- Mac Miller in We (ft. Ceelo Green)

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, partial nudity

A/N: Literally a work in progress from 2 school years ago I read the beginning and thought it was cute so here it is.

Masterlist

“You taste like champagne.” You giggled, face not even inches away from his. 

“So do you,” Elliot replied, placing another cold sticky kiss on your lips. His fingers tugged at a ruche on your satin purple dress. “You look so pretty.” 

When you received the invitation to the end-of-the-year dance team banquet you’d felt melancholy. 

However standing (leaning most of your weight on) by your boyfriend, near a wall as an R&B song played under the dim lightning you couldn’t be happier. It wasn’t just the weed or the champagne making you feel fuzzy inside. 

You hummed at his compliment, shoving your face into his dress shirt. 

He wove the hand that wasn’t resting on your hip into your hair pulling you back gently 

“Gonna mess up your makeup, baby.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

Dramatic sparks of hurt flew through you at the way he denied your affections. Your less-than-sober mind clouding your actions. 

“You don’t love me anymore.”

He laughed at the pout on your face before pulling you closer to him by your waist, you sunk into his warmth.

 Growing up you never thought you’d be able to love or be loved by someone as much as you love him. 

“ ‘M sorry.” He whispered, pecking your nose. 

“Good, better be.” You claimed beaming, leaning up to connect his lips with yours. 

When he pulled away you chased him, not letting him go. Kissing him harder than before you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, gripping your hips. 

You sighed into his mouth when he deepened the kiss tugging on his hair.  

You pulled away for air and were about to go back in when your friend interrupted you. 

“Just because it’s the end of the year doesn’t mean the PDA rule doesn’t exist,” Chantelle teased. 

You turned around to face her, connecting your back with Elliot’s chest. He buried his face into your hair with a smile. 

“Leave us alone,” You bemoaned morphing into a giggle. 

“Need to borrow her, we’re taking pictures.” Elliot let go of you and watched you falter away in your heels as Chantelle pulled you by the arm. 

A picture with your team turned into 5, which turned into a “Wait that’s my song” and everyone headed straight for the dance floor. 

Every time you tried to find your way back to your table, another one of your teammates stopped to talk to you and offered you some of whatever was in their cup. 

You accepted and made conversation but now you were teetering on the line between tipsy and actually drunk. 

Seeing as the party was dying down Elliot began to search for you until someone was able to point him in your direction. 

Spouting loudly at your friend you stumbled backward in the general direction of your table. 

You grunted as you collided with something along your path. Familiar hands caught you around your waist, you spun around. 

“Elliot!” You called out with a goofy smile. 

“Y/N!” He said back in the same tone. 

“‘Missed you,” You slurred, resting your full weight on him. 

“Yeah?” He asked, readjusting you to his side. 

“Mhm,” You confirmed 

“Ready to go?” He looked down at you wrapped around his arm. 

“Uh huh,” You tiredly nodded before dropping your head against his bicep. 

“Where are your shoes?” He slipped the strap of your dress back up your shoulder from where it had fallen. 

You whined letting out a muffled noise sounding a bit like “I dunno”. 

Elliot reshuffled your body weight to lie right in front of him. He slid a chiffon bow-wrapped chair in front of the two of you before placing you down softly. 

“Stay here,” He warned. 

He waited until you lazily blinked up at him, recognizing a glimpse of understanding in your eyes to place a kiss on your forehead, setting off to find your heels. 

As he made his return with your various miscellaneous items he found you slumped into the chair he left you in. 

He tossed your phone into his front pocket, flinging the straps of your heels around his wrist. 

“C’mon we’re going,” He shook your arm to pull you out of your reprieve. 

You whined at being stolen from your almost sleep, glancing around the room you saw the population dwindling as people left and found their rides. With Elliot’s help, you hoisted yourself out of the chair. 

Whining out an “M’ feet hurt,” and complaining about the dirty ground Elliot picked you up and carried you to his car. 

He knew he couldn’t take you back to your house drunk, your parents would kill him and then you. 

Getting you to stay in the passenger seat was the hard part, but once he got you buckled in the second pulled out of the parking lot you were out cold. 

He was miraculously able to get you through the front door and into his room with no complaints. 

The problems arose when he tried to get you to drink a bottle of water. 

You threw yourself backward from the edge of his bed. Sprawling out with your arms above your head. 

“No ‘m tired,” You ignored him curling your limbs around a spare pillow and shutting your eyes. 

Placing the water bottle next to you on his bed just in case, he left his bedroom door open as he ventured into his cousin’s bathroom for her makeup wipes. 

When he returned you were fully asleep, chest rising slowly, and deeply. 

The bed dipped as he climbed on next to you. As softly as possible he wiped your makeup off. You roused from the cold wetness on your face, blinking your sleep away, you sat straight up like you were never asleep. 

Elliot just continued to remove your makeup. As he moved to the lower half of your face you began to swat at his arms. 

You tried to bite the hand holding the wipe and when we wouldn’t let you, you trapped his hand under your chin. 

“Stop, I’m trying to help you,” He told you. 

You pouted as if you were gearing up to cry. “Are you mad at me?” 

He exhaled heavily before answering. “I’m not, just need you to stay still,”

You nodded valiantly before allowing him to smooth over the rest of your skin. 

As your eyes began to droop again he used both of your arms to pull you towards the edge of the bed. It’d be much easier to assist you while you were still awake. 

He gestured for you to stand up and turn around so he could unzip your dress and slip it down your shoulders. 

Using his shoulder as support you stepped out of the dress and kicked it off your ankle letting it pool on the floor. 

As you stood there in your underwear, Elliot scoured through his dresser for a clean shirt for you to wear to bed. 

He tossed the large graphic tee he came up with next to you. You slipped the shirt around your head before realizing the neck was too tight to pull down the rest of the way. 

“ ‘Need help,” You huffed, pulling Elliot from his search for your bonnet. 

He came to your rescue by using both hands to bunch up the top enough for you to be able to slip your arms through. 

He knew you’d be mad at him when you woke up if you found out he let you go to sleep without a bonnet, so he took the time to find the one you left here a while ago. 

He stretched the satin fabric over your hair and pulled it over your forehead. The bonnet slipped into your eyes obscuring your vision. 

Titling your chin up towards him, Elliot shifted the elastic band to rest on your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot. 

He was finally able to slip under the covers beside you. 

Now that you’d been wholly woken up, the both of you knew you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep anytime soon. Which wasn’t a problem because you had nothing to do for the rest of the weekend. Elliot however had to be up by 7 a.m. 

Reaching over his head he grabbed his laptop off his windowsill. He opened Netflix and handed it to you. He turned over onto his side just as you scooched up into the pillows resting at his headboard. 

Sitting the laptop on your lap you opened your joint profile. 

Scrolling through the streaming services limited catalog. You went back to the homepage and something caught your eye. 

“Elliot,” You called testing if he had already fallen asleep. 

He answered without moving. “Hmm?” 

“You watched an episode of Money Heist without me?”

©guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom

[xaviers-student-union]

Hey guys it's that time of the month

That's right, the time of the month where I take my dad's credit card and buy you guys whatever you ask for. [ so long as its not illegal.]

As usual:

- The money isn't traceable by my father

- This won't have legal ramifications, it's money he gave to me

- He's an Anti-Mutant Billionare running for a political office or some shit. So every month everyone in the X-mansion, and anyone else who sees this, can place orders from me. I like wasting his money.

- For every dollar I spend, I match it and donate to a Mutant positive charity.

So far:

- Aranza: New paint supplies, an easel, and other tools [ she didn't ask but I'm doing it anyway] and Hedgehog care supplies

- Deanne: New jewellery, medical textbooks, sports equipment, and a new laptop

- Molly: New fairytale books, 150 Jellycats, Club room materials, a megaphone, winter clothes, Halloween decorations, a clipboard, Polaroid camera, and an inflatable hamster ball.

She also requested silly string but I have veto'ed that.

- Megan: new book bag, stationary, sanrio "stuff", wing warmers

- Sativa: Beads, wing warmers, new dresses, accessories

- Reaper- Skateboard and cat toys

- Nod - Office decor, $100 donation

- Pyxis - New mountain bike, New winter coat, $50 donation

- Scott- Wood carving supplies, 50 cases of waterbottles, and top of the line New kitchen utensils.

- Mihai - Ps5, and a new laptop

- Kurt - Repair the trapeze. While I'm at it I'm going to get new equipment for the gymnasium in general.

- Rogue - Cat toys [ according to Google that's the best thing for a gator] and new romance novels.

- Negasonic Teenage Warhead : 2x giant 12 ft tall skeletons, costumes for the skeletons , a giant kuromi plush

- Yukio: several pieces of limitied sanrio merch, giant hello kitty plush.

- Eel: Luxury Yacht + hoverboard wheelchair

- Logan - New motorcycle + a helmet. Get fucked logan.

- Forget-me-not - New baking supplies, and equipment.

Lina- New bass strings, and a donation of 100k [ she didn't ask for this but I decided I wanted to donate extra in her name]

Tagging relevant people [ let me know if you don't want to be tagged]

@jeangrey-xmen

@roguefromthexmen

@remy-lebeau

@wolverineofficial

@deadpoolsmeanestally

@dead-in-the-pool

@professorcharlesx

@scottsummers-xmen

@hankmccoyhere

@reapers-graveyard

@totally-not-a-mutant

@vanessa-howlett

@pyxis-deliveryservices

@a-trip-and-a-fall

@thebesttelepath

@forgotten-x-men

@just-a-mutant

@prettyplasma8

@blue-man-group-reject

@queenofthetempest

There's...so many people to tag so I'm going to stop here. If I missed you it wasn't intentional.. - J.🕯

[ no limit on price as long as its reasonable]

[quintessencewrites]

I'm IronHeart

college student! Riri x college student!fem!black! reader

“You gon stop fucking up my pretty face-” 

“You only like it when its pretty?”

A smile broke across both your faces, her shiny rows of perfectly white teeth winking at you from between the prettiest brown lips you’d ever seen. “It’s always pretty,” you ran your fingers down her cheeks once more.

Warnings: Angst!!! suggestive tones, no actual smut though (sorry, y'all this one is just a tease), fluff, N-word usage, explicit language, implied cheating, some of y'all might not like how reader and Riri talk to each other, but it's just their dynamic, and I think it's cute (I also like em toxic, though sooo), probably some that I missed.

Word Count: 6.6k

Tags: @inmyheadimobsessed @shurislover @6-noir @ihearttish @vampzxi @verachii @phantomof-themcu @taiiunknown @sapphicvqmpires @pocketsizedpanther @oceean @venusdraco-deactivated20230701

“Nah, baby, you ain’ listening to me-”

“I’m listenin’, you just wrong-” Riri’s chuckle was deep, her vocal cords vibrating through the smoke clouding her lungs. 

A once-fat blunt sat snug between her index finger and thumb, passing from her parted brown lips to yours, sitting so prettily and plump.

“Well, if you listening, you ain’ hearing me.”

Riri’s free hand was tangled in your curls, tugging at your scalp every so often. The scent of sativa would be embedded in your tresses, coating the bedding beneath you. The two of you were stuck, your highs weighing heavy on your limbs and freezing you in a statuesque space.

 You laid between Riri’s legs, your head against her torso, eyes closed and finger waving at nothing in particular, illustrating your point for your stubborn girl to follow. 

“I’m not tryna hear you, ma-”

It wasn’t a real argument. The two of you were stifling giggles through your disagreement, both trying hard to get your points across. 

“I’m just saying, Ri-”

“Uh huh,” she lulled lazily.

“If she was a good superhero, she wouldn’t have to hide her identity!”

“What if she’s a good superhero because she hides her identity?” Riri countered.

Her rebuttal had you stuck for a moment, your usually quick mind slowed greatly due to your intoxication. 

“No? No, that’s not how that works, Ri-”

“It is-”

“It isn’t! Tony Stark was Iron Man, right?” You were upright at this point, right hand squeezed tight into a fist, punching your open hand to accentuate your statements. “Iron Man was a good superhero, and we knew his identity.”

Riri’s mouth was open, but your words were trampling hers.

“T’Challa didn’t hide that he was The Black Panther-”

“But-”

“And neither did Shuri! She goes to our school for fuck’s sake-”

You were giving her no chance to argue back, your voice climbing octaves each time she tried to speak.

Your chin fit in Riri’s hand like a perfect puzzle and she used it to draw you near her, taking what was left of the barely-there joint and embedding it between your lips. “Shh, baby. You gotta let me talk.”

The prolongtivity of your high redirected your attention and Riri took her chance to make her counter-point, albeit, a pathetic one.

“Spiderman’s a great superhero, and we don’t know his identity.”

Silence was your only response and your eyes darting to the ground brought a slick smirk to your girl’s face.

“You saying Spiderman not a great hero?”

“I ain’ say a thing-”

“Exactly-”

Your snicker came out much louder than you intended, but Riri wasn’t jarred by it. “You gave me one hero to prove your ‘secrecy is better’ bullshit and he’s another one of Tony’s lackeys. I gave you three, one of whom, IronHeart took her identity from to begin with!”

“She ain’ take her identity from nobody-”

“Fine, her “mentor” then,” the air-quotes emphasizing your words were full of sarcasm.

“Her mentor, who inspired her-”

“She was so inspired that she copied the suit, but wanna keep her name a secret?  I just wanna see the little white girl who got a chance with Tony Stark because of daddy’s money.”

Riri’s mouth hung open, shock furrowing her brows and stunting her words. The corners of her mouth twitched, unsure if she should laugh or scowl. Little sounds crept from the back of her throat and they couldn’t come together to form a full sentence. 

Laughter poured from your lips, the expression on her face tickling you greatly. Slight giggles grew to guffaw chuckles, producing an annoyed eye roll from the girl sitting across from you. 

The weight of the bed shifted as she stood, head shaking at your goofy ass. “Not a damn thing funny, y/n.” Riri’s words were stoic, though one look at her face revealed the smile she failed to hide. 

“N-no, no, don’t go, baby. I’m sorry-” the half-assed apology came out in gasps, trying and struggling to catch your breath as your laughter died down.

“No, you not. Gon laugh at me right in my face-” Ri grumbled, walking across the room to retrieve her bag.

You rose to your knees, arms reaching for Riri, feigning her hurt in the corner of your room. “I am, I am, Ri. Come on, you don’t gotta leave-”

She takes a step back toward you, letting your hand enclose around hers while she brought her free one up to her face. LED numbers blared from the watch clapsed on her wrist. “Actually, I do, baby. I was supposed to be gone ten minutes ago.” Riri only had five minutes before her chem class was set to start without her and the quick thought to skip it crossed her mind. 

You were many things, though a mind-reader wasn’t one of them. You could have had Riri fooled, however, with the way your next words mirrored her thoughts.

“Skip it-”

She could- Bast knows how badly she just wanted to get back into bed with you, riding out this high you were experiencing together-

But she wouldn’t.

“I can’t, baby-”

“You can!” Your shoulders jumped slightly with the wince produced from hearing how whiny you sounded.

“I can’t.” Her no was final. “I gotta get a good education-” Ri stepped closer, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. “So I can get a good ass job-” A duplicate kiss landed on your cheek. “And make a lot of money-” And the other cheek. “So I can afford to keep your bougie ass happy.” This time her lips touched yours, softly. 

You wanted so badly to deepen the kiss, to graze your tongue against hers and taste the smokiness off of it. Before you could snake your hands around her neck and pull her down into you, Riri pulled away, causing an annoyed sigh to escape your parted lips. 

“When you coming back?”

Riri’s hand ran across her face, her slender fingers pressing against her temples just slightly. “Um, probably late tonight. I got statistics after chemistry and we got an exam tomorrow so I need to study without any distractions.” She looks pointedly at you when ‘distractions’ falls from her mouth. 

Your eyes are suddenly drawn to the carpet beneath her planted feet, not trying to hear her go on again about her failed physics test a few weeks ago. “Haines let you make it up though and you passed the second time-”

Mhm, she hums quietly. “Just lemme get your spare, in case you sleep when I get here.”

Still avoiding eye contact, you point to your messy desk on the other side of the room and Riri strides over to it to retrieve the key before heading to your door. Her five minutes have long gone and she’s going to have to sprint across campus to make it to class, a task she’s not looking forward to. 

“No goodbye kiss?” You question in a final attempt to change her mind.

It doesn’t work. “Mwah,” Ri’s lips pucker in your direction and just as quickly as it opened, the heavy door shuts behind her. 

Too many hours have passed. Your eyelids grew heavy not too long after Riri had left and what you’d promised yourself would be “just a quick nap,” turned into you peering back into the world nearly five hours later.

“Shit,” you mumbled under your breath, sitting up slowly with the ache of sore muscles almost pulling you down once more. 

The sky beyond your open window was dark, a deep pitch-black coating everything in its cloak. Classes had ended long ago and Riri was probably holed up in her room, her nose buried in a book as thick as she. 

When her tiny frame took place in the seat across from you in the cafe the next morning, it did so with a thud full of exhaustion.

Her head stayed down, her eyes cast on the croissant untouched before her. 

“Fuck wrong with you?” You questioned, elbows pressing into the table, through a mouthful of fruit. “Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?”

“What happened to starting a sentence with ‘good morning’”? Her face rose slowly and it didn’t take you long to notice the imperfection running across her otherwise perfect skin. 

It was long, stretching from her left cheek, across the bridge of her nose and stopping just short of her right eye. The thin mark had already begun to scab over but it’s undertones were a deep red and the damn thing looked painful. 

Panic was your first reaction, your hand darting out to imbed your index finger and thumb into her cheeks and draw her face closer. “What the fuck happened to you?” You turned her head every which way, inspecting the mark with careful eyes. 

Riri was silent. 

“Hello? Riana Williams-”

“You don’t gotta use my government-”

“What the hell happened to you? You said you was gonna hit the books, you ain’t say they was gonna hit you back.”

The tiny smile that played across her lips softened your heart just a bit. “You think you funny?”

“No, but you do.” Your hand dropped from her face, finally releasing her from your hold. “What did you do?”

Riri’s mouth opened, but the words didn’t want to come out. She fumbled about them, pausing for a moment before a sigh was the only thing she could respond with. 

“Nothing, baby. Just a little accident in the garage-”

“Garage? When was you in the garage, Ri? I thought you was gonna go to class and study-”

“And I did,” her hands reach across the table to grab both of yours, bringing them to her lips for a brief kiss. “Went to make some alterations to a project for my metallurgy class. Fell asleep there last night.”

“Okay, but even so, you know to be careful, Riana-”

“You gon stop calling me-”

“You gon stop fucking up my pretty face-” 

“You only like it when its pretty?”

A smile broke across both your faces, her shiny rows of perfectly white teeth winking at you from between the prettiest brown lips you’d ever seen. “It’s always pretty,” you ran your fingers down her cheeks once more.

She catches the palm of your hand with her lips in a quick kiss before rising to her feet. “We hanging after class?”

You’re peering up at her with pretty brown eyes, so round, so full of life they sparkle. “You got time for me with all the studying you got to do?”

Her gaze scans the watch that never leaves her wrist, pretending to analyze it for a moment before responding. “I can pencil you in. 6?”

“Oh you can pencil me in?” Laughter rings through your words, flowing straight to Riri’s ears, mimicking your actions. “Get your goofy ass gone.”

“Love you,” Her lips touch your forehead much too quickly for your liking before her steps retreat and the sway of her hips hypnotize you as she leaves.

The day goes by too fucking slowly, the little hands on the clock barely moving, as though to tease you. Each class drags on and on and on, until the sun finally sets on the horizon, threatening to bring the day to an end. 

The time had rounded out well past 6. 

“If you gon cancel on me, at least have the decency to say so-” The phone sat balanced between your cheek and shoulder, keeping the receiver close to your ear as you moved about your room, trashing the rose petals that littered your sheets and stashing the already wrapped blunts on your bedside table. 

“We gon work on your greetings, baby.” Riri spoke, voice deep and stuffy.

“Riri, cut the shit. Where you at and why it ain’t my bed?”

“Because I’m in my bed, baby.” She sniffled, throat thick.

“Why? And why you sound like that?”

“Like what?”

“You sound gross.” 

“Damn, thanks. I ain’ feeling good-”

“Probably cuz you slept in that cold ass garage last night instead of next to me where you was supposed to be-.”

Riri paused, allowing your sarcasm to cut her sentence straight down the middle. “I’m gonna just kick it here tonight, baby.”

You’d be lying had you said you weren’t upset. Riri had been around you sick more times than you could count; this time didn’t have to be any different. “A’ight, well, want me to bring you something? Soup or some shit? We can just chill in bed with a movie? I can hold you-”

This time it was Ri who cut you off. “I’m good, baby. I’ll just rest tonight and we can make it up tomorrow.”

The swiftness with which she rejected you stung, along with the tears forming behind your lids. “Okay,” you answered bluntly.

Riri could hear the hurt in your voice, wanting to alleviate it just as she’d caused it, but she pressed onward. 

“Okay, baby. Love you.”

She hadn’t even given you time to repeat the words of affection before she’d hung up.

The more minutes that passed, the more time angry thoughts had to stir in your mind. Moving from your couch to your bed to your desk chair wasn’t enough to calm your maddened nerves. Your feet continued to shuffle, though they brought you nowhere. 

Riri was pulling away, acting all funny and shit. Maybe it was the stress of school, the end of the academic year nearing, finals looming over your heads. You could imagine her, sickly and snotty, buried beneath a stack of textbooks. 

Your hands worked quicker than your mind had the time to process. The only remedy food you had was the canned crap, but it would have to do. Keys in one hand and can in the other, you trekked into the night. 

She’d feel some type away about you interrupting her studying; maybe be slightly annoyed by your risk to her germs, but there wasn’t a single fiber in you that cared. 

The night air was warm and damp, the walk to her dorm a rather short one. 

One quick knock, followed with silence. Riri’s door remained shut, without a sound on the other end. Another knock, then one more before you grew impatient. “Ugh, I got that damn key somewhere-” The keys on your ring jingled too loudly in the quiet hall. There were too many keys, all similar shapes and most not having a lock to open.

You tried one and failed. Your girl was a hard sleeper; it was no surprise that she didn’t stir to let you in if she wasn’t awake. Another key was inserted into the lock carefully, and that too failed.

“Shit-”

The wooden door rattled beneath your knocks, attempting once more to pry it open with a different key. Your sigh of relief echoed off the still walls when the key turned and the lock clicked. 

You entered the room slowly, not wanting the light from the hall to wake your sleeping girl in her dark space. On the tips of your toes and with the gentlest fingers, you shut the door behind you until its hinges locked in place and the darkness in the room swallowed you once more. 

Shoes at the door and keys beside them, you turned to look about the room, expecting to see Ri hunched over her desk with drool falling from her lips or in her bed, covers drawn over her head. 

To say you were surprised to see neither was an understatement. Her desk sat clean and bare, her bed unmade but untouched. 

Bathroom; she’s gotta be in the bathroom.

You walked toward the door, gathering your weight on the knob until it gave way. It was dark, empty. 

Riri was nowhere to be found in the small space. Several thoughts ran through your mind and none of them made sense. 

Maybe she went to get food? Your phone illuminated the dim dorm and the line trilled, over and over and over again before it was the voicemail that greeted you and not Riri’s voice. 

Maybe she went for a walk? Again, the line rang and rang and rang, and again, there was no answer. 

Maybe she went to get meds? The line didn’t even ring anymore; each call was answered by an automated voice messaging system.

60 minutes passed with you seated on Riri’s bed, full of worry. 

90 minutes passed and you shifted from the bed to the loveseat with worry turned to anger.

Two and a half hours later and sleep began to weigh heavy on your lids as you sat behind her desk.

Three hours later, you got up and walked out of her room, leaving behind the unopened can of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup and the spare key to her dorm. 

Your sleep was restless, interrupted by frequent glances at your phone screen, expecting, hoping for a missed call from Riri. Hell, even a text would have sufficed. 

There was nothing. 

Worry swept through you once more, seated at the same table the two of you met at each and every day, alone. 

Should you go to the police? Or campus security? Maybe the dean-

The chair across from you slid away from the table with an awful scraping noise as metal kissed metal and in plopped Riri.

Her hands held a heavy plate, balanced with toast and eggs, bacon and fruit. There was more food than there was Riri to consume it, but she dug in as though she hadn’t tasted food in weeks. 

You couldn’t help the look of bewilderment that you were sure posed itself upon your face. There was no way that was really Riri; it had to be a mirage or a hallucination. You must’ve been losing your mind. You had to be.

She finally looked up, eyes wide and mouth full. “You want some?” Riri gestured to the plate sitting in front of her, half its contents already in her stomach.

An ugly scoff crept from the back of your throat and she reeled back, just slightly. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Your neck jumped forward, your curls falling from the top of your head as it cocked to the side. “Nigga, are you forreal right now?” your voice was low, words hissing out between your clenched jaw.

Her sculpted brows furrowed at the center, a deep frown taking place on her cheeks. “What’s your problem, ma?”

The anger that boiled within you almost escaped in a growl, teeth barren at the oblivious girl before you. “Riri, where the hell were you last night?”

“What?” she asked through a bacon-stuffed mouth. “I was in my room, baby. I already told you I would be there-”

You almost jumped across the table at her. She gon sit there and lie to your face? That’s what we were doing now?

“Riana Goddamn Williams-”

“Ion like hearing my name come out your mouth like that-”

“I don’t give much of a fuck what you like right now, Riri. It’s taking everything in me to not fuck you up- Where were you?”

“I was in my room-”

“Was you in your room when I came by? Hm? Cuz I couldn’t find you. You invented invisibility or some shit?”

The hand holding toast stopped just short of her lips as your words sank in. “You came by?”

If it were even possible, your face contorted further, anger, no, fucking rage had you vibrating like the phone she didn’t answer. “You didn’t even notice? The can of soup I brought to nurse your lying ass back to health? The key I fucking left? I was there for three fucking hours, Ri-”

Riri’s eyes flashed. “You left your key?”

You ignored her. “The dozens of calls I left you? You ain’ notice none of that shit?”

“Calls?” She dropped the food back onto her plate, hands patting at the pockets on her jeans. “Phone, where’s my phone?”

“Wow,” her actions pulled forth a deep hurt. She hadn’t even noticed.

“Baby, I-”

The deep sound of a throat clearing stole your attention away from each other and to the curly-haired girl standing just short of where you were seated. 

Shuri Udaku.

She looked uncomfortable, lips tucked between her teeth, hand held out toward Riri awkwardly. “Um, my bad. I don’t mean to interrupt-” She stumbled over her words, her soft voice barely loud enough to be heard over the buzz of the crowded cafeteria. “Riri, you, uh, left this last night-”

If looks could kill, Riri would be six feet under and then some. The slow turn of your head back in her direction was scorching, your glare burning a hole so deep into her skull, she winced. You watched her carefully retrieve whatever was in the girl’s hand, moving slowly, as if moving too quickly would cause the thing to ignite. 

It was her phone, screen cracked. The wallpaper displayed a broken image of you and your lover, one where your lips were locked together, now fractured straight down the center, separating the two of you and confining your still images on separate sides of the screen. 

The sound that came from you was drawn from deep, and pooled with pain. Your mouth hung open, stuck in the position as words struggled to come together and form a sentence. 

Riri’s hands flew in front of her, as if they could be a shield from your fury. “I-in the garage, right Shuri?” She turned to the Panther, still standing there with a look of pure confusion written across her face. 

“W-we was just in the garage, baby-”

No more. You didn’t want to hear anymore. Standing to your feet was an uneasy task, your legs wobbling beneath you, threatening to give out. In a swift motion, your bag was swung over your shoulder and through blurred vision, you let your feet guide you to the exit.

“Y/n-” Riri called out, moving as though she were about to follow you. A large hand rested on her shoulder, holding her back and pulling her away. “Ri, we gotta go-”

A day full of missed classes and tears with ugly cries and snot and sobs that wrecked your body from the inside out. 

Two days full of missed calls and so many unread texts that you’d lost count. Your blankets smelled like her, so you slept on the floor in a jacket. Her hoodie, her favorite hoodie laid across your desk chair, untouched. Her shoes sat beside your door, her toothbrush in your bathroom. The very dorm room you couldn’t pull yourself from reminded you so much of the one you didn’t want to remember.

Three days before sadness turned to anger, unadulterated fucking fury. Her favorite hoodie was nothing more than shreds of thick fabric, scissors thrown on the floor beside them. Her shoes drawn all over with your mascara brush, filled with vegetable oil, with awkward holes from the scissors made into their design as well. Her toothbrush had taken a swim in the toilet, then outside across the carpeted hallway before being thrown back into the toilet.

You’d reached that point of grief where sleep was a thing that no longer existed. The clock above your door read just past 3am and you had yet to close your eyes and rest. The shoes beside the door caught your eye again, along with the pieces scattered across the room that you’d cut out of them.

There was always a chance that Riri was awake right now… She’d want her shit back eventually-

You didn’t sit long enough to talk yourself out of the idea, instead gathering all of her now-destroyed belongings into a grocery bag and heading for the door.

The walk from your dorm to hers was instinctual, your footsteps falling into the same pattern they’d taken every night for the past two years. You stood in front of her door, arms by your side, thoughts racing. You’d returned your key, and hadn’t made a copy, and if you knocked, your ‘surprise’ would be ruined.

You started to turn away, doubt beginning to pool your mind. Maybe you should just go- 

Something in you told you to just try, to push on the door handle and see if it opened beforeheading home and admitting defeat.

Riri was smarter than that, so you thought. She wasn’t gonna be sitting in her room, this time of night, with the damn door unlocked-

The poor girl had truly been slacking, because the heavy door gave way, creaking quietly as you stepped into the dark space. 

Her room was pitch black and undisturbed, so quiet that the sound of you closing it seemed to have echoed.

You looked about the room, eyes searching for Riri. A deep, disgusting feeling settled in the pit of your stomach when you thought that maybe she wasn’t there. Maybe she was with the Princess, laid up in her bed the same way she used to lay in yours-

A low, breathy sigh floated through the air from the bed in the corner of the room and you stared for a moment, allowing your eyes to adjust to the darkness. There, in her bed, was a large figure. It’s chest rose and fell with each silent breath, inhaling and exhaling to its own rhythm.

You were truly tired of being angry, though it truly angered you, seeing her be able to rest so easily, so peacefully, while sleep, or peace, or fucking stillness refused to visit you, leaving you up, sick and anxious over feelings she’d caused-

You hadn’t realized your feet drawing you closer to Riri’s bed until you were nearly beside it. A foot hung over the side of the mattress, but it was large. Too large to be Riri’s, the petite girl only wore a size 7-

The same could be said for the arm that had escaped the blanket. It was thick and- red? The material held a reflection, though there was no light present in the room.

What the hell-?

The thought couldn’t even be completed in your mind. You stepped beside the bed, fully taking in the monster taking your Riri’s place. This was some red riding hood and the wolf disguised as granny shit-

Your eyes traveled slowly, up and around, soaking up every bit of unfamiliarity before you, from the blackened hand with a crucified pit in the palm to the black emblem in the center of the chest, outlining a glowing blue “V”. You squinted, mind racing. You’d seen that crest before, but where?

The further north your vision moved, the harder your heart thumped behind your chest. The scarlet metal continued upward, protecting it’s wearer’s throat, and scalp, leaving an opening across the face where a mask would be-

But there is no mask.

Your hand flies to your mouth to conceal the scream that almost climbs from your bosom. Those eyes, you know those eyes, shaped like almonds, so dark and wise, shut behind the smoothest lids and prettiest lashes. 

You knew that nose, the one you glued your lips to so often, just to watch it scrunch up, an accessory to that smile, behind those lips you knew so well. The feel of them, their shape. You could map out every indent, every wrinkle on those precious lips. 

It was a hard sight to take in in silence, peering down on Riri’s face as though she lay in a coffin. She was so still, so silent, that had it not been for the rise and fall of her chest, you wouldn’t have been sure she was alive.

Your eyes fell to the symbol on her chest once more, mind trying so hard to place it. You knew that symbol, you knew you knew that symbol, but where-

Images of IronHeart flashed through your mind without permission.

IronHeart, who had a whole YouTube channel dedicated to sightings of her.

IronHeart, who almost always fought alongside The Black Panther- Shuri.

IronHeart, the little white girl who’d gotten a chance with Tony Stark because of daddy’s money.

IronHeart, who was your Riri.

You could feel your breath catch in your throat as the pieces fell into place.

You needed to go. You stumbled backwards, steps failing you, hand still drawn over your mouth as bile threatened to make its way up. The room was suddenly too small, the hallway was too small, the damn building was too small. 

The air outside was warm, and the gasp you inhaled was quickly followed by a sob that emptied your lungs of the air you’d just blessed them with. 

You didn’t know how, but your feet were moving, bringing you back to the solitude of your own room and finally failing you when you reached your door. It would have been a pathetic sight to see, you on all fours, sobbing loudly, face drenched as you crawled through your front door and shut it again behind you. 

Your back slammed against the heavy oak, your knees bending until your thighs met your chest. The sounds that were coming from your mouth were ugly, the tears bulbous. 

My God, My God. She had been lying to you. For months, for years, maybe longer? You weren’t worthy enough to share her secret, not trusted enough to know her identity, to take part in her double life. 

There were too many fucking thoughts and it was too fucking late at night, and the tears in your eyes and exhaustion in your muscles did nothing to keep you awake long enough to battle those feelings. Sleep took you under, quickly and stealthily, not even giving you a chance to make it to the bed first.

And yet, somehow, you awoke in your bed, the blanket drawn to your chin and the smell of Riri embedded in it bringing you a slight comfort.

Then memories of the night came flooding back and though your body begged you to do nothing more than remain horizontal, your mind shot you straight up. The room was bright, the sun already raised high in the sky and you couldn’t fathom what time of day it must’ve been.

What was left of the heart beating in your chest was already aching. It nearly beat right out of your body when a voice sounded off from across the room.

“Good morning.”

Her voice was low, deeper than usual, and coated in anything but pleasantries. Riri sat at your desk, dressed in all black, her signature gold chain adorning her neck, and her straight-back cornrows collected into a bun at her nape. 

So many emotions ran through you at once. Fear and desire, but the one that stood out, the one that had been most prominent these days, was rage. 

And it showed. Riri saw it immediately in your face, with the way your brows drew together and the corner of your mouth curled into a snarl. Your nose scrunched and your glare burned. 

She could hear it in your words, your vocal cords tight, your voice sounding unlike yourself. “Get out-”

Riri’s sigh drew another emotion forth from you: annoyance. “When somebody says ‘good morning’, you’d typically say it back-”

Your feet hit the floor with a thud, and your restraint was a God-given thing. “Get out my room, Riri-”

The small girl stood as well, hands deep in her pockets. “Nah.”

An insincere chuckle escaped your lips, masking the disbelief that jumped out of you. “Nah? Fuck you mean ‘nah’, nigga-”

The space separating the two of you was barely a few feet and Riri closed it in no time. “Sit down, y/n-”

“I don’t take orders from you no more, Riri-”

“Sit down!” Her voice never changed octaves, but the firmness in her tone left no room for argument. You didn’t want to turn your back to her to climb back upon your lofted bed, instead trying (and failing) to hop on backwards.

Riri couldn’t sit and watch you struggle; her hands fell into place at your hips like they had so many times before and you pushed them off quickly, trying to remove them as if they burned. “Get your hands off-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Riri had you in the air and seated on your mattress. “Just accept the help, damn.”

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the two of you, you upon the bed, arms crossed, and Riri, pacing the room, hands rubbing the back of her neck.

“You know; I know you know.”

“Know what?”

Riri pauses her stride long enough to look at you with a sad smile. “C’mon, baby, you ain’t never been stupid.”

The tears that collect behind your eyes are traitors and you tilt your head back, staring at the ceiling and willing them back from which they came. “Yeah, Ri. I know.”

“You came by last night?”

“I came by last night.”

“Destroyed my shit?”

“You deserved it.”

When you brought your vision back on the girl standing across from you, the tears finally betrayed you. They ran over your lids silently, no sobs this time, no snot. 

Riri could only stare back, tears of her own threatening to swell and run over. 

“So you the little white girl with daddy’s money?”

Your words caught Ri off guard, an gross-sounding snort came from the back of her throat before the tears finally spilled and her hands flew to her face to catch them. “You know ain’ nothing in that statement true-”

“But you let me say it. You let me sit here looking stupid while you knew what was true and I didn’t-”

“How was I supposed to tell you, baby?”

“How bout, ‘Y/n, I’m IronHeart?’”

Silence took place between the two of you for a moment before Riri cleared her throat.

“Y/n, I’m Ironheart.” Riri’s voice trailed off and her hands flew to her face, catching the assortment of pillows you’d just chucked at her in retaliation.

“Nigga, you not fucking funny!”

“You right, you right, ma. My bad.” Riri tossed the pillows to the floor, taking baby steps forward, until the space between you was closed and your body was trapped by her forearms sinking into the mattress on either side of you and her head falling into your lap. 

You couldn’t help the hand that rose in response or the gentleness with which your fingers traced the parts between her braids. “How long?” 

“How long-?” Riri trailed off, not understanding the half-asked question you were presenting her with.

“How long you been a fucking superhero, Ri?” 

Her head sunk further into your thighs, as if she were trying to hide and you knew you wouldn’t like the answer.

“Only ‘bout six months-”

“Six months,” you repeated.

Mhm, she hummed back. “Six months. Had the suit built for a while, just to see if I could build it, but it was nothing like the one I got now-”

“Where that one come from? Your Princess get it for you?”

Her head rose quickly, furrowed gaze falling in line with yours. “My what? Shuri?”

Had your eyes rolled any harder, they would have rolled right out your head.

Riri’s shook back and forth, her chain swaying in response. “Nah, ma. I ain’ never step out on you; you know it ain’ even like that. Shuri’s my nigga.” She stood just a bit straighter, bringing your faces together and resting her forehead on yours. “You my Princess.”

The anger that still resided within you told you to just push her away.

But you didn’t. You let your eyes close and a sweet sigh escape your lips. “But you been lying to me.”

“I have-”

“For six months-”

“A secret identity a secret for a reason, baby-”

“But Shuri knew-”

Riri was standing at her full height, though it was still just a tab bit shorter than you. “Stop, baby, that ain’ the same thing! Shuri got this shit running through her veins; she can protect herself and her own if somebody pose a threat. She got a whole goddamn army behind her, y/n!”

“So-”

The way her eyebrow jumped to the top of her face, the way her eyes darkened and her scowl deepened, told you to shut the fuck up.

“Nah, y/n, lemme finish” her words were accentuated with a growl. “I’m new to this, baby, like hella new. All I got is a suit and a big brain. I couldn’t save myself when my vibranium detector got my ass into trouble; how the hell am I supposed to save you?”

For the first time in your life, you sat silent.

“Iron Man could afford to make his identity known; so can Shuri, and so could her brother. I can’t, baby, not yet. I got something to lose-”

“You don’t got to announce it to the world, Riri, but you could’ve told me!”

“I couldn’t at the time, baby.” Her words are softer, her voice much softer. You feel her hands grab at your waist, pulling you close and holding tight, as if you’d disappear if she were to let go. “You don’t know how to not be in control-”

“Bitch-”

The small chuckle Riri releases makes your toes curl, just slightly. “Lemme finish, ma. You don’t know how to not be in control, and if your little ass saw I was in any sort of trouble, you’d rush in to play ‘Captain Save-the-Day’.”

You couldn’t help the pout that played at your lips. She was right, but she ain’ had to say all that. “So?”

“So?” Riri gripped at your skin harder, her fingers sinking into the suppleness of your curves. “Y/n, baby, you got the big brain, but you don’t got the suit. Don’t got the army, don’t got this shit running in your blood.” Her voice gets tight again, her eyes locked in on yours. “I need you to hear me, y/n, forreal, when I say this shit, okay?”

She doesn’t get a response from you and frustration is fueling her movements. Her hand flies to your chin, gripping it hard and pulling your gaze firmly onto hers. “I need you to listen, y/n. You listening, baby?”

“I’m listening-”

“I don’t need you to save me. Ion need you running in after me, or nothing-”

“Ri-”

Her fingers are pressing into your side hard enough to leave indents now, and her hand has shifted from your chin to your cheeks as she sinks her thumb and index finger into either side. “Listen.” Riri’s voice is full of venom, emphasizing the seriousness of which you know she’s speaking. Your lips press together and all you can do in response is nod.

“I do not need you trying to save me,” each syllable is emphasized through her clenched teeth. “I got this-let me save the world, and you, okay?”

“What am I supposed to do, Ri? Watch you get beat around, wait for you to come back to me all bruised and battered?” your eyes travel to the remnants of the scar that snakes along her face. 

“Be my number one fan?” Riri’s voice rises with a slight tease. “Cheer me on, baby.”

“Go, Ri, go!” sarcasm is dripping through your cheer, but the smile on your face is genuine and it pulls forth an equally sincere one on Riri’s face.

Riri’s lips roll back, getting trapped between her pretty teeth, her smile threatening to break through wider. 

Hmm, she hums, eyes scanning your face. “I think I like how that sounds.”

[gretavanglimmers]

Glimmers Fic Recs

My personal library of favorites. Bedtime stories and rainy day reading. Fics that I was unable to stop thinking about. Stories that stay with you. Step into my office...

Bootleggers & Wildflowers - @writingcold

Vigilance - @gretavangroupie & @gretavanmoon

Make her Happy & Give me Shelter - @gretavanfleetposts

Lazarus - @garbagevanfleet

The Ugly Duckling - @ficthots

Skin Deep - @streamingcolors-gvf

Studio Fifty Forget me not & Rosa - @lvnterninthenight

London - @wildbluesorbit

I see hell in your eyes - @joshsindigostreak

Landslide - @the-tripping-and-the-touching

Written in the Stars - @takenbythemadness

Landslide - @gretavanbrie

Smoke & Ribbons - @profitofthedune

Perfidy - @earthlysorrows

Gold Dust Woman & Capital Vices - @builtbybrokenbells

Skin to Skin & Sleepless without you - @capturethechaos

Crazy Train - @losfacedevil

Landslide - @aflame4goinghome

Sativa & The Vanishing - @fleet-of-fiction

Down the hall & Down the hall 2 - @milkgemini

All eyes on me - @gretavanbear

My name or nothing at all & Imperfect Moments - @abeautylives

Roommates - @daisyful-gvf

Hands to Yourself - @sinsofstardust

Behind closed doors - @anthemofgvf

Like real people do & Menage Quatre - @alwaysonthemend

Contentment & Angel of small death - @ascendingtostardust

Jammies - @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine

Dirty little secrets & Tell me baby - @jake-kiszkas-smirk

Eyes on me - @farfromthehomelands

Missing Buttons & Sugar - @gretavanlace

For death or for glory & Dirty little secret - @vanfleeter

Wattpad Recs -

Stardust Chords - Mahoganyapples

Dreams in Gold - Katlin291

Breaking Taboo & The Master - gather-around

My way soon - Wittywitch

Tongue Tied - Eva

[slutsukio]

sativa. ( weedman!suguru x blk!femreader )

the unmistakable sensation of approaching the tinted windows of suguru's sleek, wide bodied black hellcat filled the air with anticipation. the low hum of the powerful engine hinted at the potency that lay within, a parallel to suguru's enigmatic persona.

as you reached the car, the subdued glow of the streetlights illuminated the graffiti covered walls of the cladestine spot suguru always sold at. you walked closer and closer to the drivers windows, and he rolled it down, greeting you with a lazy smile, exhaling a leisurely puff of smoke from his blunt. the interior if his car was foggy and smokey, and you knew he was smoking for a while before you even came.

"well, well, look who's back," he drawled, the wry smile playing on his lips echoing the mystique that surrounded him. it was your first visit back to him, after almost two months. back in your sophomore year of college, you were a die-hard pothead. you'd visit him three to four times a week, and the routine had become a familiar dance back then. but, one thing turned into another and he'd always end up fuckin' up your pretty little pussy, echoed moans would bounce off of your dormitory walls, letting everyone know you were his.

but, thats besides the point because you came to get what you wanted. "why you make it so complicated, suguru?" you asked, followed by a nonchalant eye-roll. you casually leaned inside the open window of his sleek car, your slender fingers deftly navigating the crevices to retrieve the blunt out of his muscular fingers.

bringing the well-rolled blunt to her glossy lips, you took a languid and deliberate inhale, relishing the rich and smokey goodness that enveloped her senses, creating a sensory tapestry of delight. savoring the moment as if time slowed down, you held the intoxicating essence within your system, before finally exhaling a plume of smoke, watching it lazily dissipate into the air, leaving a transient and ethereal trace of your indulgence lingering in the atmosphere.

accompanied by a mischievous giggle that echoed through the stillness of the night, you took a leisurely stroll to the passenger side of the car, each confident stride a harmonious dance with the rhythmic stomp of her uggs on the concrete floor, their cadence a subtle declaration of her self-assured presence. when you got to the side of the car, you heard a slight click and the door opening, seeing suguru spread out over the middle of his car, to open up the door.

she sat down in her reserved spot that awaited her return, an unspoken promise nestled with the confines of that space. with an air of playful confidence now enveloping her like a cloak, she turned to face him, the glint in her eyes evolving into a teasing sparkle that danced with mischief. "missed me?" you inquired with a mischievous glint in your eyes, your gaze lingering on him as you handed him the blunt back, the tendrils of smoke intertwining with the air. with a subtle smile, you scooted over, closing the distance, and planting a lingering kiss on his jawline, the warmth of the gesture accentuated by the shared exhale of the smoke-filled moment.

"how could i possibly miss you," he answered jokingly, his tone laced with playful teasing as a mischievous glint danced in his eyes, the warmth of shared banter hanging in the air. you heard his breath hitch imperceptibly at the sudden kiss on his jawline.

as you chuckled, playfully pushing sugura away, you observed him with a mischievous grin as he turn on his car, the engine revving with a distinctive growl, signaling the departure from the familiar confines of the old park where he routinely conducted his sales. as the wheels began to roll, navigating the urban terrain, it seemed that not a single though occupied suguru's mind regarding his destination. with a sigh, you found solace in the soft glow of your phone, it's bright light casting an illuminating aura on your pretty face, before gently placing it down.

as suguru continued to drive, his focus fixed on the road ahead, you couldn't help but sneak glanced in his direction, curious about the direction his whims would take him. amidst the rhythmic hum of the engine, your gaze met suguru's, his attention momentarily diverted from the road. "whats the matter, princess?" he asked, sensing the subtle shift in your emotions reflected on your face. the fleeting moment of connection hung in the air, as the urban landscape passed by, encapsulating the unspoken dynamics between you two in the cocoon of the moving vehicle.

before sighing and sinking into your seat, you admitted, "school's been stressin' me, 'guru." the admission hung in the air, accompanied by a sense of vulnerability, and you could tell from suguru's perceptive gaze that he had already deduced the cause of her sudden reappearance.

"what's got you stressed out?" a slightly concerned tone, laced with genuine worry, and maybe even a hint of empathy, rang through his voice as he took another hit from the blunt, the fragrant tendrils of smoke swirling in the air between you two.

"just the fact that all these tests are coming up, i've got like three long-ass writing assignments due next week, and trying to balance my social and academic life." you expressed with a sigh, your shoulders sagging under the weight of her responsibilities, just as suguru extended the blunt toward her, offering a momentary reprieve in the form of the last few lingering puffs.

he lingered in silence for a thoughtful moment, contemplatinf his options and considering the words or actions that would follow, before a subtle smirk etched across his features. with a calculated nonchalance, he proposed, "how bout we head to waffle house, head back to my place, smoke some more, and then we fuck?" a wide smile plastered on his face once more, before you smiled and planted another kiss on his jawline.

"sounds like a plan, baby."

❁ suki speaking — idk weedman suguru been in my mind for a while after i saw this lil prompt on tt. but enjoy!! <3

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Gaslight

Rae Knowles: Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this the tale of the missing violin Knowles: it's got murder, insanity Knowles: and Knowles: gaslighting but queer

Knowles: so there's this woman who meets this guy Knowles: and he's SO hot and dashing and omg he's just the best Knowles: so she marries him Angela Carter: oh that's always a mistake

Knowles: so they get married and then Knowles: they move into this woman's ancestral estate Knowles: and things start getting weird Knowles: like really weird Knowles: luckily she's got her vape Knowles: btw have you guys tried vaping? Knowles: this shit rules

Knowles: and she's all "i think i'm losing my mind!" Knowles: "better vape more, just in case" Knowles: and everyone is all "maybe don't vape so much" Knowles: and she's like "fuck you, you're not my mom!" Knowles: “gonna paint the zigzag man on the side of my house and everything”

Rae Knowles: is she losing her mind? or is her too perfect husband gaslighting her? Carter: it's the husband Knowles: ah but see- Carter: it's the husband Knowles: you seem awfully sure of that, angela Carter: i've been around the block Carter: i know men Carter: it's the husband

Knowles: now she's so gaslit that she's not sure of anything Knowles: except for this foxy they/them amateur crime detective who's been poking around for clues Knowles: don't worry, they know what they're doing Knowles: they've listened to A LOT of podcasts

Knowles: everyone's all "stop vaping so much, it's making you paranoid" and she's all "hmm idk i think there's actually a murder happening, ima gonna keep vaping" Fitz James O'Brien: right on, right on O'Brien: see, i like a relatable protagonist

Fitz James O'Brien: see you know what O'Brien: i bet the problem is O'Brien: she's probably smoking sativa O'Brien: you gotta try indica Poe: yes yes fitz we all know O'Brien: man, you gotta remember O'Brien: never take more than you can handle and always know your dealer

[inkybinkyboink]

urinetown stoner headcanons

it's less than a month to the show and im going fucking nuts. i drove two and a half hours today on a whim. to pick up a toilet seat that my parents didn't need anymore for props. headcanons below the cut >:)

bobby: like i said, he's definitely eaten half a pan of brownies thinking they were normal. he spent an hour trying to scrub a stain off of the side of the amenity until he was told it was spray paint. then he walked to hope's place and started crying about stray cats and how he wanted to adopt them all. he slept for thirteen hours and refuses to admit the incident ever happened.

penny: made the pan of brownies. she does edibles sometimes to destress and decompress and can you blame her? penny on weed becomes the most anarchic, careless person in the best way possible. go piss for free. she doesnt give two flying fucks. the world sucks. commit crimes. just do it. see you in urinetown. bobby once asked her if he could have a raise while she was baked and she said yes and regrets it every single day.

lockstock: listen, ok. i have my heart set on the idea that lockstock is fully aware that his career and position in society is ultimately more of a detriment than it is an aid. i think that knowing this bugs him (arguably). that being said, i think he does smoke, if not for pain management then to fucking forget about how awful everything is. i think the people he's killed weigh on his conscious and smoking a fat j turns that off for a little while. that man will lay on the couch with a bowl of pretzels and watch whatever's on tv until he falls asleep.

barrel: the opposite of lockstock. he's convinced he's helping and maintaining order in society. he likes abiding by the rules. so when he bums a cigarette off of lockstock and it turns out to be a blunt, he immediately gets so paranoid. lockstock has to calm him down because barrel is being SO loud and bro we are going to get caught. like 30 seconds after he calms down and eats something, he passes the fuck out on the couch bc its some strong ass ptsd indica. he very begrudgingly acknowledges that it did make him feel better and that he did sleep well. now, sometimes, after a bad day, him and lockstock share a joint.

cladwell: bro smoked so much pot before the stink years but then he rose to power and imposed laws that made it illegal and thinks he's The Shit for doing it. everyone's fucking pissed he did.

hope: little becky offered her a very special tasting gummy bear once and it was some mad sativa. hope did not shut up. for three hours. all she talked about was how she missed bobby. and how spaghetti was so good. then someone put on cartoons and she was absorbed like an ipad kid on an 8 hour flight.

fipp: would not do weed now but has done it in the past. nightmare blunt rotation. he just talks about politics. and not the good kind. it's terrifying. get that man away from me.

mcqueen: same as fipp but he gets like. scared. i think mcqueen knows deep down that what he's doing is wrong, but he constantly ignores it, so when he's high all that bubbles to the surface and he gets really wishy-washy about what he's saying. honestly i think it would be really funny to watch.

little becky two shoes: rolls the craziest blunts. the tesseract joint isn't beyond her skills. got pissed when she found out she was pregananate because she couldnt smoke weed anymore bc she wants her kid to be healthy. little becky knows where to get the good shit. she's dealing like fucking jesse pinkman from breaking bad.

hotblades harry: same boat as becky minus the pregnant part. they have competitions for who can roll the best joint like it's a cup stacking contest. people bet money. that man has smoked more weed than you ever will. his house is almost constantly hotboxed. hotblades harry more like hotboxed harry.

bonus:

old man strong has taken some mad edibles for hip pain.

little sally is a child so shes not on this list but i will be damned if she doesnt constantly bug lockstock about the funny cigarette she saw him smoke once

after urinetown they still use the secret hideout but it's just for smoke sessions. it's just a blunt rotation. it's comfy now, they made it comfy. they added lights.

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Scent

Having a sense of smell as strong as mine can be such a weird thing. It means I pick up on things others oft miss. I can tell when even a single flower in a bouquet has begun to rot. When my neighbor is cooking edibles I can tell if she's decided upon sativa or indica, as well as the type of medium, just from a passing whiff. I can even pick up on certain moods in people. Desire is such an intense scent once you realize what you're smelling, and it's remarkable how often people are just casually aroused.

I think that my sense of smell being as strong as it is crossed some wires in my brain. I jokingly refer to it as synesthesia, though I'm unsure if it would actually qualify. My brain creates emotional "scent profiles". It has nothing to do with how the people actually smell, but rather how they make me feel.

Everyone I get to know even a little gets one. Some stay stable and simple, others grow and change rather rapidly, turning into a complex perfume that many would never find pleasant even if I do.

My best friend is such a summer friend. His scent is a mixture of taco truck lime and pickled onions, clean sweat mixed with sunscreen, and the musty scent book pages get in humid 30°C weather.

My father, ever the walking stereotype of comforting male masculinity; his scent profile is of burnt coffee, cotton shirts fresh out of the dryer, and piles of sawdust and pine wood shavings after a day of carpentry.

Everyone gets a scent, and I have no say in how it develops. Some people will tell me it's "so romantic". To them I say consider yourself lucky that you aren't like my coworker who got a mixture of burnt printer ink and ozone. Sometimes though, they're right. Sometimes my brain is rather romantic with the scent profiles. Even if I didn't get an intentional say in the matter.

Her scent developed fast. Caught me by surprise how fast it got complex. It starts with the pungent iron-like scent of freshly drawn blood, only to be softened immediately by the incredibly sweet plum-like perfume of a rich madeira, before being rounded off beautifully by the faintest floral afternote of rose water. It's beautiful, and so fitting for who she is.

I really hope that it doesn't change.

It's a pleasant scent.

[twice-jangmii]

★ 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈’𝐬 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂

—

And more (they couldn’t fit):

do you miss me? - pinkpantheress

luxury - azealia banks

1991 - azealia banks

pop star - coco & clair clair

bad habit - steve lacy

static - steve lacy

bound 2 - kanye west

ryd - steve lacy

uuuu - steve lacy

sativa - jhene aiko, swae lee

crew - goldlink, brent faiyaz

love galore - sza, travis scott

how do i make you love me? - the weeknd

ku lo sa - oxlade

sad girlz love money (remix) - amaarae, kali uchis, moliy

efecto - bad bunny

me porto bonito - bad bunny

flip a switch. - raye

escapism. - raye

cure for me - aurora

la fama - rosalia, the weeknd

tkn- rosalia, travis scott

a palé - rosalia

body do - chlöe

red ruby da sleeze - nicki minaj

amygdala - agust d

tippy toes - xg

nonsense (original & remix) - sabrina carpenter

fly girl - flo, missy elliot

immature - flo

i’m that girl - beyoncé

people - libianca

creepin - metro boomin

set me free - twice

i am - ive

love me like this - nmixx

case 143 - stray kids

zero - newjeans

color blind - maddox

sleep - maddox

knight - maddox

i wanna cry - seori

—

☆ jangmi can’t really pick a favorite artist 💀

☆ favorite genres: k-pop, hyperpop, r&b, alt pop, etc.

☆ most of the artists on her playlist is who she wants to collaborate with

[miaobae]

As I was cleaning my room today I found some unused sativa tincture. I decided to take some after work and wow. It's like an old friend I didn't even realized I missed has come back.. except that friend is just me. The way I act when I'm high. Because it helps to relax me when I didn't even realize I was tense. Because I smile so much more easily. Because life doesn't seem quite so drab. And I didn't even realize I had stopped being that person until I was able to start being her again. So, wow.

[2hightocare]

SATIVA ✷

Synopsis: you ended up high and horny out of your mind at your guys’ families new years dinner party, your husband helps you out and takes you for a late night car quickie.

Genre: married au! established relationship!

Pairing: husband!Jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings: car sex, porn without plot, blowjob, riding, unprotected sex (wrap it up bro.) pet names, belly bulge, usage of weed, dirty talk, creampie.

Wc: 3.2k⭐️

a/n: roller coaster writing this, who would’ve thought I would be writing 3k words of jus smut whatyoumeannn... Anywho enjoy🍪!!

You were horny. and just a tad bit high. (A lot)

 

Here you were, sitting down at the dinner table with both of your families for New Year's dinner. Pussy dripping wet looking at your husband dressed in all black chatting it up with your cousin, who’s higher than a kite. When Mila recommended a cousin walk outside, you seriously didn’t think about her pulling out a joint.

Your thighs press together under the table, your fork moves around your half-eaten plate, and your stomach is full of all the chips you stole from your nieces earlier.

Jungkook's tattooed hand makes its way to your bare thigh, giving it a small squeeze and making you shift slightly on your chair. Seriously, the only thing you could think of right now was Jungkook fucking you on any possible surface. And honestly, you wanted to physically and mentally slap yourself for how inappropriate your thoughts were around your entire family, but you seriously couldn’t give a single fuck.

Your panties stick to your core from how wet you are; your hand rests on top of jungkooks, you move it upwards to your inner thigh, making his head snap towards yours and raising an eyebrow at you with a sly smirk.

You honestly didn’t care what he did; you just needed something to relieve the growing ache between your legs. His index finger moves towards your pussy slit over your lace panties. He chuckles under his breath before removing his finger and pulling down your dress to lay back to its original length before continuing to eat with a small smirk on his face.

You mentally roll your eyes, your center and underwear partially drench, thighs press together under the table, looking for some type of friction to control the throbbing and tension your pussy is going through.

You look over at your husband's side profile, your mouth watering from how his jaw clenches as he talks to your dad about work, but all everyone is saying it’s coming one ear out the other. Your head is foggy and dizzy from the weed you inhaled not even an hour ago, mixed with all the unexplainable things you want to do to the men speaking to your dad. You don’t miss the small smirk his lips carry, which makes you want to slap it right off.

“Anyone who hasn’t drinked yet, can you guys pick up more alcohol before the clock ticks 12?” Jungkook's uncle says this as he’s just coming out of the kitchen with the last two beer bottles in hand.

“I’ll go,” Jungkook says before standing up in his chair and resting his hand on your shoulder. “Let’s go, baby.” He whispers into your ear. Sending shocks to your center, your pussy clenches over nothing but his voice. You rise from your chair as Jungkook hands you your purse and cell phone. “We’ll be back,” your husband says before opening the front door and letting you pass first.

You are met with the cold air immediately, you and Jungkook rush to his car parked in front of the neighbor's house. He presses a button on the keys, opening the car door for you. Jungkook waits until you are seated before shutting the door and walking to the driver's seat.

“God was on my side.” You huff when Jungkook shuts the door behind him and reaches for his seatbelt. Your husband chuckles softly, looking at how your hands cover your clothed pussy. “That horny?” Jungkook starts the car, making the auto-lighting system light up automatically. The same goes with the song you last played, which plays from the car speaker that’s connected to your phone. Your husband pulls out the parking spot, driving down the street.

"Fuck—high and horny.” You reach for his hand that rests on the gear shift, bringing it to your aching center. “Why didn’t you finger me under the table?” You whine, pouting.

“They were kids around my love.” His middle finger slowly moves on your clothed clit. “Fuck em, kids—mhm,” you moan when his hand disappears into your underwear. Jungkook chuckles.

“You’re soaking, baby.” His fingers move around your pussy spreading your wetness all over your clit. Your hips buck into his hand, your eyes closing at the sensation you’ve been craving. He pulls his hand out, making you gasp at the loss of pleasure. Opening your eyes, you see Jungkook sucking on the fingers that were just on you.

“Stop teasing,” you whine. Jungkook loved how you got whenever you were horny from getting high, how you would whine and beg for him to fuck you, and how seriously you would let him do whatever he wanted to you. "Baby, can’t I’m driving?” he motions to the empty street he’s driving down on.

You bite your lips, containing your small whine, before pulling down your lace underwear and undoing your belt. “What are you doing?” Jungkook looks at you quickly before focusing back on the road.

You don’t reply; instead, you reach for the zipper of his slacks, pulling down and palming him over his underwear. “Fuck” Jungkook's hand grips tightly on the steering wheel. throwing silent curses at how your hands work on his underwear. You slowly pull down his boxers, letting his cock slap on his abdomen.

“I love your cock,” you giggle before kissing the tip, making Jungkook bite down on his lip. You bend over, your ass in the air, wrapping your hands over his now-hard cock. Your two hands barely covering half of his length, “fuck so big.” You whisper.

“Gonna suck daddy’s cock?” Jungkook's unoccupied hand collects your perfectly curled hair into a messy ponytail. "Mhm,” you hum while leaving small kitten licks all over his cock. Jungkook moans softly. He loves it when you suck him off. He knew you were good with your mouth when he first kissed you, but since the first time you got on your knees, the last thread of dignity he had snapped.

Without any further warning, your mouth takes his cock down your throat, making Jungkook groan on top of you. “Fuck taking my cock like a good girl, you are, huh?” Your head bobs up and down, taking as much of him as you can, and your hands take whatever can’t fit into your mouth. Your tongue works by circleling on the tip as you bob your head.

Jungkook's grip tightens around the black steering wheel, trying to remain focused on the road, your thighs pressing together, softly moaning with your mouth full of him, sending vibrations all over his throbbing cock.

You come back for air as you watch saliva drip down Jungkook's balls. You spit on his cock, tapping his length on your pouted lips before wrapping your lips over his length once again.

“So fucking hot with your mouth is stuffed with my cock princess.” Jungkook pushes your head down a little bit with his hand, making you gag on his cock. Your eyes water. Your hands lay on his hip bones, stopping him from pushing his hips forward, which didn't do anything to stop him.

His breathing became faster as he stared in front of him at the lonely road, stealing quick glances at your ass and at you, whose eyes are closed and cheeks puffed out, taking him as much as your mouth and throat could allow you.

Wet sounds are heard within the car with every bob of your head. “My—” Your husband's hips buck forward,

“fucking—“ thrust, “mouth.” another thrust, making his cock hit the back of your throat once again. He pulls on your hair upwards, popping his cock out of your mouth, and breathing heavily.

Jungkook doesn’t even think twice before pulling over to the side of the road, putting the car in park, adjusting his seat, and reaching for you, placing you over his lap. Before wiping off the dripping drool down your face, along with tears you didn't notice had shed down your puffed-out cheeks,.

“So messy!" you giggle while sticking your tongue out. Small strings of saliva and pre cum bubble up in your mouth. “And so hot.” He runs his finger over your bottom lip, groaning softly as he watches you swallow.

Jungkook grips your neck before putting his lips on top of yours. "Mhm,” you moan as the grip on your neck tightens. Your cunt is soaked, your juices running down your inner thighs silently, praying it doesn’t go on the seats. You slightly grind your hips, causing his cock to brush past your folds, making you clench over nothing.

"Gonna fuck you so hard, baby.” He whispers into your mouth; his tongue travels inside your mouth; the kiss becomes more intense and sloppy, making you gasp for air.

Your hands tug on his perfectly styled hair, pulling him closer to you. His hands make their way to your ass, squeezing roughly. You adjust yourself before reaching for his aching cock and lining it up to your entrance. "I need to feel you inside me, baby,” you tap his cock on your sensitive, neglected clit.

"Fuckk—" you sink down on his cock, your acrylic nails clinging to Jungkook's shoulders. His cock sliding in with ease, given how drenched you were. “Such a fucking tight pussy.” Jungkook mewls loudly, throwing his head back.

Your teeth bite on your bottom lip, trying to contain the pornographic moan you want to let out, as Jungkook chuckles at how your eyes roll to the back of your head when his cock molds your pussy, hitting your spot perfectly.

Your sopping walls wrap around Jungkook's cock tightly, and squelching sounds make their way to your guy's ears after you slowly grind on him. ‘Sativa’ by Jhené Aiko fills the car, making Jungkook chuckle.

"Great timing.” He sucks and nips at your neck. “I say we go ten rounds,” you joke, but half seriously, sending Jungkook a small pout, which he only kisses off. “Quickie, princess.” Your husband lifts his hips up slightly. “Oh fuck,” a small, strained moan comes out of you.

The tight feeling stays on your lower belly as you control yourself to not jump on his dick at that very moment, wanting this to last longer. Your boyfriend's hands rest on your thighs, pulling up the black dress you are wearing, giving both of you access to see his cock buried deep into your soaked cunt.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groans, his thumb flicking your swollen bud. "Fuck,” you spasm.

Jungkook laughs loudly. “You’re acting like I didn’t pound you dumb before dinner.” He moves your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your pierced ear, and gives you a chaste kiss on your cheek. Sending tons of small butterflies flying around your tummy, even in moments like this where he can be deep inside you, where his eyes pierce through you and he says the most dirty things to you, he can still make you feel like just a girl who has a huge crush on a boy in her class.

"Mhm—cock too good." You pout as you slowly rise up, leaving only his red tip in you, before dropping down roughly, shoving his cock deep into your cunt. “Ah~” a high-pitched moan leaves your lips. “Shit so deep.” You look down where you both connect, your slick all over Jungkook's thighs and cock. The bulge that pokes in your lower belly, indicating Jungkook's dick, has your husband pressing his palm lightly on it. 

“Ride me, baby,” he ordered, giving your thighs a little squeeze as a green light for you to go. Your hands grip on the leather head restraint, and your fingers dig into the material while you plant your feet on the seat before jumping up and down his cock, molding your wet gummy walls. 

An immense pleasure shoots through your entire body, letting your mouth fall wide open. “Shit shit shit, ah,” a choked moan leaves your mouth as your legs slightly shake. “Good fucking girl, taking my cock so well.” Jungkook breathes out. His eyes close as you bounce on him, and small grunts and moans will slip past his lips anytime you clench around him.

Your movements didn’t falter at all; instead, they grew faster and more hurriedly. Jungkook leaned back, his hands behind his head, as he watched your every movement. Your eyes are closed while your mouth hangs open, drool slowly accumulating on the side of your mouth and threatening to spill. Your tits were bouncing in your tight mini dress, which Jungkook had bought you a while back. The strapless dress gives him a perfect view of your neck and collarbone.

His pointer and middle finger pull on the dress, revealing your perky tits. His mouth attaches itself to your left nipple, sucking and licking. A sweet little cry leaves your lips as you bounce on his cock. Your fingers entangle themselves in Jungkook's raven hair, tugging slightly.

His tongue circles around your nipple before sucking and biting, sending electric shocks down to your core, where your cunt is filled up to the brim. “Taking me so well, baby,” he says, popping one of your nipples out of his mouth and watching as they bounce in front of him alongside your hurried pace.

Your knees buckle, making you lose your balance, and you fall on the horn of the steering wheel, causing a big, loud beep and making you shriek loudly.

“Oh shit," Jungkook reacts quickly and pulls you into him, both of your chests rumbling with laughter. “You’re so dumb.” Your husband laughs into your messy hair as you try your best to contain the laugh you want to let out. “I say we go to the back.” You suggest pointing to the empty seats in the back while Jungkook accommodates your hair.

—

You both jump to the back space, which is kind of crowded, making it kind of hard for you both to get adjusted.

“What position?” He asks as he squeezes and massages your ass, leaving you with red marks. “Doggy.” You pout. "Please," you drag out, making him laugh before he makes a motion with his finger, as in telling you to flip over. “On all fours, princess,” he chuckles at your overexcitement.

You position yourself on all fours on the leather seats, wiggling your ass in the air and earning yourself a hard spank. “Agh~” you squeal from the sudden sharp pain, soon replaced with pleasure as Jungkook's rough hands massages the smooth red skin, soothing it.

“Put it in.” You whine, moving yourself backwards, only for Jungkook to grip your waist, stopping you. “So impatient, princess,” he says, grabbing the base of his cock and running it through your folds.

He brings his left-hand fingers up to his mouth before spitting and spreading it all over your cunt.

His finger tip slowly pushes his cock into you. Your teeth bite on your lower lip as he enters you, inch by inch. Jungkook has always been big, but in this position, his dick reaches deeper spots in you that have you clenching.

“Stop clenching; you are pushing me out, amor." Your husband kisses your shoulder blade as a way for you to ease up. 

“Too big,” you gasp as his length fills you up. The slight burn has your eyes rolling back. “You can take it.” Jungkook leaves a soft kiss on your back before snapping his hips into you.

“Fuckk,” you squeak as his hips meet your ass; he doesn't hold back and thrusts into you at a fast pace. You silently cringe at the thought of the car rocking, but at the moment, you couldn’t care less. 

“You take my cock so good, baby,” a spank is delivered on your ass, a loud moan rips out of you, his movements never halting whatsoever. His balls hit your clit with every thrust he makes.

Yours and Jungkook's noises mix together with the sound of skin slapping against each other. Your mouth hangs open, and with hundred percent certainty, drool is dripping out of your mouth. Your mind is hazy from the immense pleasure you’re feeling at the moment.

“faster fuck.” You rasp out, 

Instead of going faster, your husband stops his movements completely before pulling out, leaving you a whining mess. He gets a hold of your waist before flipping you over; he puts you on top of his lap. He lightly pushes you, and your back hits the car armrest pad. He lifts your legs up.

“Hold.” Jungkook motions to your legs, and you wrap your arms around the back of your thighs. “Good girl.” He rasps out, spitting on your cunt, before sliding his cock into your soaked center. 

“So fucking tight, shit,” he chuckles, along with a shaky breath. He didn’t waste time before pulling out and slamming himself back into you over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth hangs open, and your chest rises and falls repeatedly.

Jungkook pounds into you rapidly, making you try to catch your breath. Each thrust feels like getting the wind knocked out of you. Your nails dig into your skin, leaving crescent moons on your skin. "Gonna'cum,” you cry out small tears well up in your eyes with each slam of his hips.

“Hold it.” Jungkook groans; your pussy clenches around him, taking him deeper. His eye vision falls to where your bodies connect, watching as his cock slams in and out of your cunt has him throwing his head backwards.

“Can’t. Gonna’cum baby,” you laugh through a choked moan. Your legs tremble in your arms, and tears run down your cheeks, ruining your mascara and eyeliner.

Jungkook's thumb makes contact with your clit, applying pressure and rubbing furiously. "Ah, too much,” you spasm, crying out every possible curse word you could think of at that very moment. 

“That’s it, baby, cum around my cock,” Jungkook hisses. That’s all it took for the final string to snap completely and come down. Your vision fills with small white spots, and you slap a hand over your mouth, silencing the scream you let out.

Jungkook continues to plunge into you at a more rapid speed.You clench tightly around Jungkook's cock, pushing him to the edge. “Gon fill you up with my cum baby.” He cries, before thrusting two final times before shooting his seed deep inside of you. 

A warm and gooey feeling shoots through your body as your body goes limp in your husband's hands. Both of your guys chest heaves trying to catch your breath.

“I think I just passed out.” You joke, breathing heavily. which earns a small laugh from your husband.

Jungkook pulls you up from your current position; your head buries itself in the crook of his neck, with his cock still deep inside you. “You good?” He rubs your back, to which you only reply with a small hum.

A couple minutes passed before you looked up at your husband, whose eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, the small sheen of sweat on his forehead giving him a natural glow.  You looked around, noticing the windows fogged up. You slowly reach to the window drawing a small heart, then pressed your small palm against the glass.

“That’s cute.” Jungkook murmurs underneath you, and a small smile makes its way to your lips. “Think so?” You chime up like a child in a candy store. He nods his head as you reach to prep kisses all over his face, his eyes fluttering closed. 

 “Thank you.” You whisper into his mouth. “For what, baby?” He looks at you confused, as in what you're thanking him for.

“For fucking me, duh.” You playfully pout your lips, widening your eyes. "Oh, please, I can do that for hours without you having to ask me to, baby.” Jungkook laughs before leaving a big, fat kiss on your lips.

"Okay, but serious talk, it’s ten minutes before twelve,” he points to the car touchscreen. “Oh shit.” Your eyes widened.

Let’s just say you ended up welcoming the new year in your guys car.

[whowantstosaygrace]

I always wondered why my parents chose to name me Grace. My mom is an immigrant atheist who only showed moments of religion when she could be left in her nightgown in peace. My dad is an Irish Catholic Long Islander who is justifying his faith for the corporal punishment he received from the holy sisters and fathers. Not to overly focus on the fun topic of religion repression, here are the the Internet’s decisions of Grace:

simple elegance or refinement of movement; "she moved through the water with effortless grace" (Oxford Dictionary)

courteous goodwill;"at least he has the grace to admit his debt to her" (Oxford Dictionary)

a short prayer of thanks said before or after a meal; "before dinner the Reverend Newman said grace" (Oxford Dictionary)

Grace, a beautiful, intelligent, gentle, sarcastic, brave, annoying, hysterical, just an all around glorious person. They have the best smile and best advice ever. Supportive and caring. Easy going. Grace is friends with anyone and will support you 100% in any decision you make; "Honestly, Grace is too much but just enough at the same time. She is great." (Urban Dictionary)

Personally, I prefer the last definition as the reason I was graced with my given name. It’s funny how the universe actually has a sense of humor in making every little moment a difference. I missed the train today, mostly because I was stuck behind slow walkers and my sativa strain was making me a little off balance. What would have happened if I did catch the train that left at exactly 12:44 pm? Maybe I would have found not only an empty seat, but a somewhat clean $5 on the floor. Or I could have been trapped with no breathing room and a sweat cloud surrounding me. I am a Gemini moon and can’t help myself from overthinking. My mind zooms and moves like the average New York City subway train. My life has had so many twists and turns that it might as well be named after my menstrual cycle. Sometimes I wish I had the option to see life as a Sim, relying and trusting on some sweaty hand to help me reach my aspirations.

We all need to realize and find our purpose in this global warming infused world. Otherwise, why are we alive? Surely we were destined for greatness and success in a place where health care is a luxury not a priority and politics take care of their wallets than their mere citizens. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not a flat out pessimist; I pull my tarot cards with optimism like it’s a lottery scratch off. I’m a 29 woman who has outlived legends that include Jim Morrison, James Dean, Anne Boleyn, the rest of the 27 Club and more. These people achieved remarkable and talented moments, some of them even convinced a king to create his own religion just to marry her- kudos, Anne. This leads me to wonder: what am I meant to do? How will I leave my mark? What will I be known for.

American Beauty was fucked up for a lot of reasons. But one thing that stood out was the fear of being ordinary. The beautiful Lolita with questionable taste feared the most to be ordinary. Maybe the unspoken truth was that she was the human equivalent of a Sim; ladi-da’ing through life with perfect hair, a crisp cheerleader outfit, and the assumption that she will get greatness just because she exists. Thinking about this now makes me wish I thought more about this in high school or college. I don’t have regret, but I have questions.

This first entry is intended to set the tone for the hopefully future aspirational posts. Giddy up for some weirdness, unfiltered perspectives, and the occasional bitching rant (positive or negative, you decide). I gotta make the most of the end of my twenties and what better way than rejoining Tumblr.

[ellabstrash]

Abigail doesnt want to smoke until i give her a sativa that makes her endurance stronger at the gym fwm pleaaseeee miss anderson!!!! 😵‍💫

[tophlovesbeer]

Best Albums of 2022

So hey, this year was a real bittersweet bitch of a rollercoaster. It started out with the big drop, a real terrifying moment where I moved into a new job and role at work, one that was exciting and had some tremendous ups and downs, but ultimately ended far too soon. The music I have chosen for my best of reflects that rollercoaster, but it's ultimately informed by the recent resurgence of punk, hardcore and emo. This was the music of my youth, but instead of falling down a rabbit hole of trite nostalgia I instead revisited the furious need I had twenty years ago to discover. And discover I did! So anyway, here are the top ten albums of 2022, according to me. Because nobody asked but I am all too willing to ruminate.

10. Taylor Swift - Midnights

Midnights is the timeless embodiment of the late night, early morning euphoria. It’s making your way back home and collapsing on the couch. It’s a cup of coffee and comfort food after closing down the bar. It’s soaking in the quiet moments after singing along so loud that your vocal chords are more exhausted than you are.

9. The 1975 - Being Funny In a Foreign Language

What a treat. What a beautiful album about being comfortable with who you are. It’s just lovely.

8. Wet Leg - Wet Leg

Rhian Teasdale and Hester Chambers are fucking hilarious. More hilarious and far more fashionable than you ever will be. And they have way more fun than anyone reasonably should have.

7. Wormrot - Hiss

This record is here to punch fascists and burn down the local police precinct. This record has my vote for best album art. I mean look at it.

6. Mindforce - New Lords

What the fuck is up, Tumblr! This record is here to crowdkill everyone in the pit and trash your house. Hardcore is back in a big way and I am here for it.

5. Drug Church - Hygiene

The first thing I think about when I think Drug Church is their March 22 show in Philly, during which the microphone disappeared into the crowd during the opening moments of the first song of their set. Singer Patrick Kindlon reeled the mic cable back in only to find that the mic was just gone.

4. Nilüfer Yanya - PAINLESS

I don’t even know what to say about Nilüfer Yanya other than the way she uses her voice is just unreal. But her voice isn’t just impressive, her songwriting is so mature for someone who has only been working for less than a decade.

3. Panic! At the Disco - Viva Las Vengeance

The lyrics “I don’t wanna be a diva / I just wanna be free / on a sofa with sativa / living’ the dream!” are the literal theme of this record and ya know what, Brendan Urie? I’m with ya.

2. Cave In - Heavy Pendulum

Their first record after losing bassist Caleb Schofield, they haven’t missed a step. Nate Newton never tries to replace Caleb. Rather, Nate steps into Caleb’s shoes in a literal way— he plays Caleb’s bass as a tribute to his friend.

1. Soul Glo - Diaspora Problems

Reductively speaking, Soul Glo is Bad Brains for the 21st Century. But they’re not just a Bad Brains clone, nor is Diaspora Problems an old-sounding album. Soul Glo is pushing the genre into the future in ways that are simultaneously terrifying and beautiful.

Honorable Mentions:

Rina Sawayama - Hold the Girl

Black Braid - Black Braid I

Hurray for the Riff Raff - Life on Earth

Weyes Blood - And in the Darkness, Hearts Aglow

Denzel Curry - Melt My Eyez See Your Future

Kendrick Lamar - Mr. Morale & the Big

Action/Adventure - Imposter Syndrome

Edit: kicked Beyoncé off the honorable mentions for some black metal. Renaissanceos still a banger, tho. Just more of a record of the summer as opposed to record of the year.

There’s a lot of music that I didn’t get to this year. The mainstream music industry is a fucking dumpster fire. Everything in the top 40 is written by seven different people trying to get the next big viral TikTok hit. It’s still run by manipulative, greedy bigots who aren’t ever held accountable for their fucked up actions. The great Ticketmaster vs. Taylor Swift debacle is emblematic of how disgusting corporate greed doesn’t even care about fans who just want to see their favorite pop stars. But on the fringes, dusky neon lights glow bright. Local music venues persist despite the conglomeration plaguing mainstream markets, their walls plastered with the bright colors of stickers and show flyers. Community is being fostered in the circle pits churning in the middle of skate parks and DIY spaces. There is so much good music out there that isn’t manufactured by the industrial mainstream music machine. So many artists who write from the heart, however that may look. I mean, MCR and Paramore are coming back. That’s a big deal! But there is also an entire generation of musicians and songwriters inspired by MCR and Paramore. Bands like Action/Adventure, a band made completely up of BIPOC musicians who released a solid record reminiscent of A Day To Remember and Four Year Strong. It’s time to give these artists space, and more importantly it’s time to support them.