#this one is sativa. i think.

[yo9urt]

going to spend some time with potential new friend Mary Juana tonight.

[9hikers]

i hate that i'm saying this but i kinda want to do edibles with my dad

[ur-stepdad]

i think i'm allergic to some types of weed

[sugutiva]

❝ PUFF , PUFF , FUCK ! ❞ — G. SUGURU

ᥫ᭡ synopsis : riding suguru while he’s high .

tags : smut, p in v, smoking, cowgirl, biting, dirty talk, all lowercase, not proofread !

a/n : sugutiva .

geto manspreads lazily against the couch with a fat blunt placed on his kiss bitten lips. his red eyes distantly travel over the expanse of your swaying body. the effects of the sativa is apparent in his hazed body language.

your eyes pick up on the way how he barely parts his mouth to sexily exhale the cloud of built up smoke. you can’t stop whining; the way how his eyes are lazy but still feel so heavy on your body makes you almost numb.

he tuts when he notices you suppressing your moans and babbles. his favorite sounds.

“ nahhh, don’t do that now,” his voice is smooth as it travels sparks of pleasure through your body— despite sounding a bit strained due to your walls continuing to clamp around him tightly. “ don’t hold back those pretty sounds, sweetheart. wan’a hear how cock drunk you can be.” his thumb tugs at your bottom lip that’s caught in between your two rows of teeth. he smiles when a sharp moan tumbles out your mouth as the tip of dick constantly knocks against your sweet spot.

“ suguuu, p-please— you feel s’good!” your words come out as a jumbled slur. he’s so bulky, the stretching sensation in your pussy quickly bleeds into pleasure as your bounces on his lap quickly becomes rowdy. your thighs burn with sweet heat from the expand.

he looks at you with the slyest expression— akin to one of a cat’s. “ yeah? tell me more baby. beg for me to touch you so this filthy pussy can cum on my cock.” his hand slides around your hips to give your ass a few sharp slaps, spurring you on.

a tease is perfect word to describe geto— he loved making you bluntly spell out what you wanted even when he knew.

“ i want you to t-touch me,”

“ be specific girl, there’s many places on your body that i want to touch.” he quickly corrects you, the hand holding the once lit blunt is thrown over the back of the couch loosely as he focuses his attention on you.

you huff out before complying. “ please… i want you to rub my clit til’ i cum!” even to your own ears you sound quite pathetic.

but suguru thinks otherwise— he casually gives you a grin at your plead, giving your ass another heartfelt grab before maneuvering his hand to give your throbbing clit it’s desired attention. his thumb presses down on the bud before motioning tight circles, inflicting a noisy whine from the new wave of pleasure, leading you closer to your orgasm.

“ likeee this?” he asks and you reply with new frantic moves of your hips. “ mhmm.. seems like it. your practically gushing on my cock baby.” he takes in the scene with amusement.

he bites back an unusual moan from creeping out when your body slams down harsher this time, feeling your pussy rock and hold his leaking cock snuggly almost has him seeing stars. the thumb on your clit speeds as suguru throws his head back, his chest and neck a flushed sweaty mess as strands of his black hair sticks to his damp skin.

he’s growing stupid from you bouncing your pussy on him repeatedly in that hypnotic manner— and that sight alone almost rips your orgasm out of you.

you lean over to nip his adam’s apple, your pussy contracts when you feel his breath hitch. “ fuuck, that’s it. fuck yourself silly on me, just like that, girl.” he pauses before he lets out a shaky breath— it’s unintentional, but his voice alone drags you into your powerful orgasm.

you force your hips to continue rocking against him while increased squelches resonates through the fuzzy room along with your combined moans. you feel sparks of electricity shoot through your limbs, your cunt squeezes more slick out, creating a translucent ring around the hefty base of his cock.

you don’t get a moment to calm down from your high because suguru’s hand moves from your clit to grab your hip— his grip boards on painfully but you don’t get to dwell on it as his warm fluid paints your walls a creamy white and your mind blank.

his cum is so warm and it makes you feel full inside, he ruts his hips up erratically to make broken hiccups escape your mouth before he eventually stops.

in the aftermath you only focus on the shallow breaths and pants escaping your bodies, suguru breaks the silence. “ i… can’t feel my dick right now.” his voice is much different than before… more breathless. despite that, when you try to lift yourself off his hand pulls your hip down as his body shifts to grab something.

when you hear the familiar flicks of a lighter igniting, you lift your head back up to be greeted with suguru taking a final puff of the blunt, his chest whiffs up with smoke.

you watch as he keeps his chest tight, holding the sativa in his lungs, before he slightly lifts two fingers off the lighter to motion you to come forward for a kiss.

once you do, he exhales into your mouth with his hand holding your jaw tightly and you accept the wave of warmth greedily. the earthy taste hits before flooding your senses hazily and you take in all of what suguru gives you with blissful content. the effects of the suguru and the sativa makes your mind and limbs go misty.

when you part, your lips are still connected with a thin line of spit before you lap it up with a erotic smirk.

“ round two?” before he can answer, your hips start to slowly wind up again.

[finding-the-honey]

Days like These

Or, Sativa for the win:

The difference between yesterday and today? In bed at 2, and a few bowls of sativa.

Not sure which one makes the bigger difference, although I do know I woke up a lot better than the last couple of days. Having the fan in my face was noisy af but I do think it helped me sleep better. Not wake up so often to flip the pillow to find a cool spot.

What's interesting, though, is I'm often asleep at the same time, just out here snoring in the recliner rather than stretched out in a cool, dark cave. So, maybe not lack of sleep so much as lack of quality sleep?

Whatever it is. I don't care. I'm going to spend the day smoking pot and ... fuck idk. Maybe finally bleach the counters, or take care of this black hole:

[golden1u5t]

spencer reid m.list

❣︎- fluff ఌ- smut/suggestive ♡︎- angst

ఌ meeting the old friend | spencer brought you out to meet his old friend, ethan, but he deeply regrets it when ethan starts to flirt with you right in front of him. 

❣︎ is it that obvious? | you and spencer were closer than normal when showing up at rossi’s dinner party which causes for teasing from derek and a kiss at the end of the night.

ఌ working all day | spencer’s being a brat because you’ve been working all day, leaving you no choice but to fix his attitude for him. 

❣︎ periods and colds | being sick and on your period is never a easy thing. the symptoms that come with it are even worse but you're still determined to go to work and it's up to spencer to make sure you stay home and get taken care of.

♡︎ jj’s confession | the aftermath of jj’s fuck up.

ఌ sober enough | while out at a bar with the team the tension between you and spencer grew to be thicker until it was too much to stand. 

ఌ mean but he likes it | spencer finds that he likes it when your upset.

ఌ right here, right now | “you know, i could always get you off right here, right now”

ఌ untitled blurb | making spencer suck your strap before you fuck him.

ఌ worship you | spencer takes notice of how you react to being praised so he takes that information and runs with it. 

ఌ home remedy | spencer's a genius, he knows everything and one thing he's learned is that orgasms help with cramps.

ఌ early in the morning | spencer always wakes up before you and he usually takes time to himself to admire you. this morning is different though, he wakes up with the sudden need to bury his head between your thighs.

ఌ discovery | while being pinned down underneath you, spencer really can't think of anything other than filling you up with his cum.

ఌ one more | spencer's a munch. that's it. that's the summary.

ఌ change of plans | the arrangement you had with spencer, friends with benefits, quickly changes to more than that when he sees a cop flirting with you on the job.

ఌ book club | you can’t stop finding yourself in spencer’s bed, even after you’ve broken up.

❣︎ ఌ backwards | you and spencer never got along, with him just getting back from prison and you being the newbie, until you do and things start moving faster than expected. 

ఌ ruining him | basically just ruining spencer…

♡︎ ❣︎ ఌ addiction | spencer's working through his addiction and you hate to see him in pain. you was to try and take his mind off of things, even if it'll only last a little while.

❣︎ share the attention | having a new baby around means that majority of the attention goes to it. your daughter thinks that with all the attention your giving the baby you've forgotten about her, luckily spencer is there to explain to her that you both will never forget her.

ఌ substitution | after running out of candies to suck on, you and spencer find a different way to keep your mouth occupied.

ఌ gold chain | post-prison!spencer + gold chain + talking you through it. dangerous combination.

ఌ sativa | having sex with spencer but your both high 

ఌ date night | it’s supposed to be date night with just you and spencer but that quickly ended when a guy started to flirt with you. (including aaron hotchner)

ఌ hot tub |  after a long case you and spencer find yourselves wanting the same thing, to relax in the hotels hot tub, but the tension between you was so thick it led to doing more things than relaxing. 

ఌ I'm onto you | based on "haunted" by beyoncé

ఌ professor | you've always had eyes for your professor, always doing or wearing something that'll provoke him. one day you wear a particularly short skirt and spencer decides he can't take it anymore…

ఌ teacher of all things | spencer may be your professor but how to catch a serial killer isn't the only thing hes teaching you.

❣︎ incoming baby | you and spencer get into an argument over something as silly. while he's too busy being stubborn, you're busy going into labor.

ఌ nyquil | you fuck him so good he falls asleep immediately after you finish.

ఌ mile high | you're bored and teasing spencer seemed to be harmless and entertaining until he pops a boner, you take your chances with inviting him into the small bathroom to have a quickie.

ఌ touch starved | spencer was alone for so long before you got together and he's just so touch starved he gets hard just from looking at you, even if you had just got done having sex.

ఌ talk to me | making spencer talk to you while you jerk him off.

♡︎ mess it up | spencer hadn't been answering any of your phone calls and every time you showed up at his apartment he pretended he wasn't home. so, you go to his job, hoping to get a second chance with him. based on “mess it up” by gracie abrams 

ఌ that boy’s a munch | spencer’s a munch. that’s it.

♡ ❣︎ ︎ ఌ honeymoon | sex has always been a bad subject growing up, it was shunned upon to give into your bodies desires without being married or wanting kids. the abuse that came with this topic has caused you to hide away from it, you've never told spencer but when you do, he makes sure to make you as comfortable as he can.

❣︎ mirrorball | spencer notices how you put other people before you all the time so he decides to do something special for just you.

ఌ distract him | spencer looks amazing reading his book, his lip tucked between his teeth and his hands trailing across the page. you can't help but pull him onto your lap and distract him.

ఌ much better | pegging spencer when he gets home after a long case

ఌ a challenge | making spencer cum by just playing with his nipples 

ఌ playboy bunny | while being questioned in regards to a murder investigation, your only way of proving your innocence is the tattoo you have on your underboob.

ఌ shade of purple | spencer’s watching you paint your nails his favorite shade of purple and can’t help but let his mind wander. 

ఌ hidden freak | spencer's not very used to having to hide hickeys on his body and you had to leave before he had the chance to ask you how to hide it. doing the best he could, he threw on a shirt with a collar and hoped for the best.

♡︎ you're too sweet for me | spencer is your dad's best friend and you're fresh out of college. what happens when he's innocently picking you up from a night out with your friends turns into a heartbreak?

ఌ birthday boy | it’s spencer’s birthday and derek’s birthday gift to him is a trip to the strip club and private dance. 

ఌ next time just ask | you’ve had an attitude with spencer all day long, he finds the one thing that’ll make it go away

ఌ intelligence is attractive | spencers always had a crush on you but the way you show your intelligence does him in like nothing else. 

❣︎ hollywood star | you and spencer had been in the early stages of your relationship when lila archer came along(or her stalker to put it better). you already weren’t fond of her when she’d been giving spencer heart eyes the entire time but when gideon sent him to watch over her for the night, that really set you off. 

ఌ first timer | you’re taking spencer’s virginity and everything is just so much for him that he starts to cry. 

ఌ lingerie | you're showing spencer all the lingerie sets you got while out shopping with the girls and you knew he'd like them but you underestimated just how much he'd like them.

ఌ wait your turn | having two partners is great and very fun until you're stuck on the sidelines while they have all the fun. (including aaron hotchner)

ఌ he’s clueless | your boy is a genius but when it comes to sex, he's absolutely clueless.

ఌ patched up | spencer had gotten hurt while on a case and it was up to you to patch him back up, which wouldn’t have been an issue if the tension between you wasn’t so thick.

[leilanihours]

# SATIVA

pairing: nika x volleyball player!reader

word count: 1382

warnings: pure filth, smut w no plot (MDNI), head + fingering (nika receiving), scissoring

summary: after watching nika play your favorite sport at the beach, you had to get a taste of her (maybe a little more than a taste...).

⭑ from lani: so...dk what's happening w my espresso fic but here's this bc this song is so sexy just like nika

masterlist !

NIKA STARED DOWN at you, long fingers desperately pulling at your hair and pushing your face into her dripping cunt.

"holy shit, baby," she moans, "yeah eat my pussy just like that, fuck."

the two of you were currently hidden away in the one of the bedrooms of your private boat - one that was shared with the rest of the team.

you insisted they all came with you to your hometown in southern california, insisting that the weather would be perfect for a small vacation.

you had all taken the day to hang out at the beach, planning to swim, chill, and have fun together.

when some fans invited the group to join them in a game of beach volleyball, you were all down. both teams fought for you, as it was apparent that you were the best out of everyone there.

you insisted that you would simply sit out for the first few games, wanting to scope out the competition. but you got distracted.

well, even more distracted. the whole day, nika was teasing you. she was wearing a particularly revealing bikini that "happened" to be in your favorite color - but she knew it would drive you crazy.

her fleeting touches scattered throughout the day kept your mind running wild. the way her soft golden skin looked in the broad daylight made you want to explore her body like there was no tomorrow.

and as soon as you observed your girlfriend playing your sport, you caved. you had occasionally taught her a few volleyball tricks over your time being together, and her teaching you basketball.

but seeing her actually apply what you taught her made you feel something uncontrollable. the grace of her dives, the force of her spikes, everything.

a few quick excuses and one extremely needy pull to the boat later, you pushed her onto the edge of your shared bed and demanded that you had your way with her.

you moan into her cunt at her words as you eagerly insert two fingers into her. the moan she lets out at this could've made you come right there. 

you were already soaking wet from the sight of nika in a bikini playing your favorite sport, but the sounds falling from her pink lips added to your own pleasure.

you momentarily remove your mouth from her pussy as your fingers continue to pound in and out of her.

"you looked so fucking sexy today, i don't think you understand," you pant.

your other hand that was gripping nika's thigh travels up to her chest, hungrily pulling down her bikini top to grasp at her tits.

"tell me," she moans, eyes closed in immense pleasure.

"tell you what, babe? use your words."

"tell me, shit- how sexy i was."

"what? you want me to talk- mmph- about how badly i wanted to bend you over the bar and fuck you in front of our friends?"

"fuck yes," she groans, "keep talking to me like that."

"why should i? acting like a slut all day in public, wearing this tiny ass bikini just to get my attention. you knew i would like this, didn't you?"

she nods wordlessly, the feeling of your fingers destroying her pussy and pinching her nipple overpowering her ability to talk.

"i knew it," you smirk from between her legs before retracting both of your hands from her body only to push her to the head of the bed.

you take a second to observe her vulnerable position under the sun beaming down from the skylight - chest heaving, nipples hardened, pussy gleaming, cheeks flushed. she looked like a piece of art.

with a lick of your lips, you shed your own bikini, leaving both of you naked on the bed. despite being in broad daylight, on a boat where your friends could see this at any given moment, the only thing you cared about was the girl underneath you.

locking your lips in a searing kiss, you feel nika grind her pussy up against your thigh, desperate for the feeling of your skin on hers. you smirk into the kiss at her neediness, essentially feeling empowered by it.

she whines into the kiss as you continue to allow her to please herself. with one hand next to her head and one pulling her leg to urge her against you, an idea pops into your head.

"i'm gonna try something okay? let me know if you wanna stop," you say softly against her lips, dominant tone disappearing for a split second, and only a split second.

after making sure your girlfriend was comfortable, you sit back on your knees while she stayed laying down, wondering what you would do.

you swing one of your legs over nika's and rest your hands on her bent knee. after a few adjustments, the two of you gasp when your clits brush against each other. it was the first time you had tried this position with nika, but god it felt good.

the contact sent a shock of pleasure throughout both of your bodies, causing a string of moans and curses to fall from each of you.

"oh fuckk," you moan with your head thrown back.

nika's hands grasp at the curve of your waist, squeezing and encouraging you to move faster against her. her mouth is agape as she breathes heavy from the pressure building up in her stomach.

"please, y/n, please," she begs, not exactly knowing what she was asking, just that she needed you.

"you like that? huh? fuck- you like how my pussy's rubbing against yours?" you tease her as you flip your hair to one side of your shoulders and reach down to play with her tits.

"fuck yes," she moans, "feels so fucking good, baby."

"i knew you would like this the second i felt you tryna get off on my thigh," you breathe out, "such a dirty slut for me."

"just for you, y/n- oh shit-" her sentence gets lost in her throat when she feels your clit brush up against the entrance of her cunt.

"mmm, fuck, baby," you groan, "you like it when i ride you like this?"

"yes, oh my god," she manages to get out through her seemingly endless song of moans, "y'look so fucking sexy."

"yeah?"

"yeah- oh-" she's cut off once again when you tweak her nipples harshly.

"god you're so fucking wet," you say, hips moving eagerly against nika's cunt, "who made you this wet?"

"shit- you did, baby."

"fuck yeah i did."

"y/n, i'm gonna-"

"hold on babe, i'm almost there, can you wait for me?" you practically whine, your demanding demeanor from earlier falling apart.

"please- i can't-"

"yes you can, i know you can."

after a few more seconds of harshly grinding your aching pussy into nika's, both of you are coming undone, leaking onto each other with satisfied moans.

you continue to slowly rock your hips against hers, wanting to chase the high as you both come down.

"holy shit," she says, out of breath.

"holy shit is right," you smile as you get off of her and lay next to her. both of you are sweating despite the cold air flowing from the boat's vents, "you okay?"

"how is that even a question right now, y/n?" she laughs, "that was the best sex we've ever had and you're asking if i'm okay?"

"just making sure, love," you say as you place a sweet kiss on her temple. her head is now resting on your chest as the both of you cool down from the previously heated moments. there's a beat of silence before nika speaks up.

"were you really about to fuck me out there?"

"hell yes," you say, looking down at her, "i mean, the way your ass looked whenever you dove for the ball or when your tits were pushed together when you bumped- my god."

"you're so horny," she laughs with a light smack to your bare stomach.

"i know you're not complaining, though," you smirk.

"never said i was, baby."

"good," you say, "now i got another reason to love volleyball."

"shut up, y/n," she giggles before you both drift asleep, entangled underneath the comforter and in each other's comforting embrace.

— leilani signing off ! 📁

[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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[zweiginator]

Thinking about Patrick being ur plug and hes like kinda in love with you

stop patrick is such a plug that man will talk your ears off about indica vs. sativa, shrooms, acid, the works. he charges you full price when a friend of yours gives you his number but as soon as you show up he refuses to take your money. keeps on saying it's on the house and you're almost insisting he takes some of your money but he just has this dopey smile on his face, peering down at you.

"no need sweetheart, i should be paying you."

and maybe you're being easy but you fuck him right there on his couch after sharing a bowl, eyes half-shut, lazily riding him as his hands guide your ass up and down.

you leave with double what you usually get and patrick sends you 6 texts that night. another one comes in the next morning from his girlfriend asking you who the fuck you are.

[the-cimmerians]

Queer and trans folk around the world often take an interest in the athletes from our community, and Outsports even collects a database of all the the out LGBTQ competitors. While JK Rowling and 99 percent of conservative media were harassing two cis women boxers, 195 QT athletes represented 26 nations and none, but we’ll get to that. That makes this the queerest Olympics ever, beating out the total of 186 out athletes in Tokyo and, if Queer Nation granted citizenships, would be the 14th largest national contingent at the games. That hypothetical Queer Nation would also have placed sixth in the medal count, tying the Netherlands with 15 golds but falling neatly between the Dutch and host country France on the strength of silvers and bronzes.

One happy bit of news is that in both golds and overall medal count, Queer Nation beat out every single country in the world that criminalizes same-sex boinking. The only bad news seems to be that people competing in the men’s events seem a little underqueered compared to the women. Can’t we at least get a few interested in the Greco-Roman wrestling? Yr Wonkette is just asking.

...

Sure, justice in silver and gold for badass bisexual Black woman Sha’Carri Richardson, excluded from Tokyo on the basis of smoking legal weed in Eugene, Oregon, was as sweet as sativa; it was fun to see Diana Taurasi go out on the queer top with her sixth Olympic gold in a row (team USA’s eighth consecutive women’s basketball gold); and seeing the shoulders on those women rugby players was a dream come true. But we want to speak about someone who didn’t represent any country at all: Cindy Ngamba.

Ngamba is a middleweight (75kg) boxer originally from Cameroon. At 11 years old some family members fled to the United Kingdom as refugees, and brought Ngamba along. The family maintains it had the proper approval for Cindy, but that when her uncle returned to Cameroon it was lost. The UK Home Office has been threatening to deport her since the age of 16, when she was accepted to university and realized she couldn’t produce her visa for her college paperwork.

Despite the threats, Ngamba fought and won many times in the UK’s amateur boxing competitions, having started as a hobbyist in the local Bolton Lads and Girls Club program. She also went on to get an undergraduate degree with honors, all while threats of deportation hung over her head. After winning a UK national championship, she met then-PM Theresa May celebrating her win and the efforts of the Lads & Girls Club where she trained. One might think that the UK might eventually forgive an 11-year-old girl for not keeping track of her paperwork herself, but the Home Office has remained resolute denying Ngamba regularized status.

What makes all this both horrifyingly inhumane and also relevant to this article is that Ngamba is an out lesbian. She has been consistently denied a path to citizenship or even legal residency, only escaping deportation because of her ability to document horror after horror inflicted on queer residents of Cameroon. International law prohibits sending a refugee back to their nation of citizenship or previous residence if they would face persecution and risk of great harm, a crime called “refoulement.”

“If I was sent back, I can be in danger,” Ngamba said. “So, I was given the refugee status to be safe and protected."

Unable to represent the UK and unable to compete in qualifying competitions in Cameroon, Ngamba got an opportunity that no other stateless athlete had ever shared before 2016: she was named to the IOC Refugee Olympic Team. So far that team has only been allowed to compete in the summer games, and only in Rio, Tokyo, and this year in Paris. (They will be allowed to compete in the Winter Games for the first time in 2026.) Given the incredible barriers most refugees face, it is perhaps not surprising that no Refugee Team member has ever won a medal. But while Ngamba has faced incredible legal problems and a ruthlessly anti-immigrant government her entire time in the UK, she at least had better training facilities in her local Lads & Girls than most refugees can dream.

And the dreams paid off. Team Refugee got its first medal ever when Ngamba took home middleweight bronze. "I just want to tell every refugee out there, whether they are an athlete or not, to never give up,” she said after being asked to carry the Olympic flag at the opening of the games. When she won, the whole refugee team took to the internet to celebrate:

“The Refugee Olympic Team is incredibly proud of Cindy Ngamba, the first EOR athlete and the first-ever refugee medallist at the Olympics,” the team posted on X, formerly Twitter. “Today, we are speechless. Cindy did it. Refugees did it!”

Yes, yes you did.

[dduane]

Of parsnips and parsnip soup

So the question of parsnips, and particularly parsnip soup, came up secondary to this quote from an interview with Terry Pratchett. (Thanks to @captainfantasticalright for the transcription.)

Terry: “You can usually bet, and I’m sure Neil Gaiman would say the same thing, that, uh, if I go into a bookstore to do a signing and someone presents me with three books, the chances are that one of them is going to be a very battered copy of Good Omens; and it will smell as if it’s been dropped in parsnip soup or something in and it’s gone fluffy and crinkly around the edges and they’ll admit that it’s the fourth copy they’ve bought”.

And when @petermorwood saw this, he immediately reblogged it and added four recipes for parsnip soup.

These kind of surprised some folks, as not everybody knew that parsnips were an actual thing: or if they were, what they looked like or were useful for.

The vegetable may well be better known on this side of the Atlantic. (And I have to confess that as a New Yorker and Manhattanite, with access to both great outdoor food markets and some of the best grocery stores in the world, I don't think that parsnips ever came up on my personal radar while I was living there.) So I thought I'd take a moment to lay out some basics for those who'd like to get to know the vegetable better.

The parsnip's Linnaean/botanical name is Pastinaca sativa, and in the culinary mode it's been around for a long time. It's native to Eurasia, and is a relative to parsley and carrots (with which it's frequently paired in the UK and Ireland). The Romans cultivated it, and it spread all over the place from there. Travelers who passed through our own neck of the woods before the introduction of the potato noted that "the Irish do feed much upon parsnips", and in the local diet it filled a lot of the niches that the potato now occupies.

You can do all kinds of things with parsnips. The Wikipedia article says, correctly, that they can be "baked, boiled, pureed, roasted, fried, grilled, or steamed". But probably the commonest food form in which parsnips turn up around here is steamed or simmered with carrots and then mashed with them: so that you can buy carrot-and-parsnip mash, ready-made, in most of our local grocery chains.

It also has to be mentioned that most Irish kids have had this stuff foisted on them at one point or another, and a lot of them hate it. (@petermorwood would be one.) I find it hard to blame anybody for this opinion, as one of the parsnip's great selling points—its spicy, almost peppery quality—gets almost completely wiped out by the carrot's more dominant flavor and sweetness.

Roasting parsnips, though, is another matter entirely. They roast really well. And parsnip soups are another story entirely, as it's possible to build a soup that will emphasize the parsnip's virtues.

So, to add to Peter's collection, here's one I made earlier—like yesterday afternoon, stopping the cooking sort of halfway and finishing it up today.

I was thinking in a vague medioregnic-food way about a soup with roasted bacon in it, but not with potatoes (as those have been disallowed from the Middle Kingdoms for reasons discussed elsewhere. Tl;dr: it's Sean Astin's fault). And finally I thought, "Okay, if we're going to roast some pork belly or back bacon, then why not save some energy and roast some parsnips too? The browned skins'll help keep them from going to mush in the soup."

So: first find your parsnips. I used four of them. You peel them with a potato peeler...

...sort of roughly quarter them, the long way...

...then chop them in half the short way, toss them in a bowl with some oil—olive oil, in this case—spread them on a baking sheet, and season them with pepper, coarse salt, and some chile flakes. (I used ancho and bird's-eye chile flakes here.)

These then went into the oven for about half an hour, and came out like this.

While that was going on, I got a block of ready-cooked Polish snack bacon out of the freezer.

On its home turf, this is the kind of thing that turns up (among other ways) sliced very thin on afternoon-snack plates, with cheeses and breads. But we like to score it and roast it to sweat some of the fat out, and then use it in soups and stews and so forth.

So I scored this chunk on most of its sides, browned it in a skillet, then shoved the skillet into the oven for twenty minutes or so. Here's the bacon after it was done.

While it was cooking, I made about a liter of soup stock from a couple of stock cubes. If you can get pork stock cubes, they'd be best for this, but beef works fine.

This then went into the pot and was brought up to just-boiling while the bacon and the parsnips were chopped into more or less bite-sized chunks. After that, the meat and veg were added to the pot and the whole business was left to simmer for a couple of hours while I went off to do some line editing.

Finally I turned it off and left it on the stove overnight (our kitchen is quite cool, it was in no bacteriological danger from being left out this way) and then finished its simmering time around lunchtime today.

And here it is. (...Or was. It was very nice.)

...Anyway, this is only one of potentially thousands of takes on parsnip soup. Recipes for more robust versions—based on mashed parsnips and more vegetables, or different meats—are all over the place.

Meanwhile, as regards how much damage this soup could do to your copy of Good Omens if you dropped yours in it, I'd rate this at about 5 damage points out of 10. ...Call it 5.5 if you factor in the chiles. Soups along the boiled-and-mashed-parsnip spectrum would probably inflict damage more in the 7.50-8.0 range. But your results may vary: so I'll leave you all to your own experimentation.

[cuntrygirlcallista]

you came through with that sativa ❀

imagine getting the slytherin boys high

- draco malfoy, blaise zabini, and theodore nott

warnings | mentions of drugs, cursing

female!reader

DRACO

- Convincing Draco to smoke with you was a challenge in itself.

- The first time was during your sixth year at Hogwarts.

- After he ranted about being stressed about an Ancient Runes assignment, you finally managed to persuade him to join you

- Watching Draco smoke became your favorite pastime after that.

- His mannerisms, movements, the way he lit the blunt, the way he took a drag—everything was just captivating.

- However he was quite careless, even clumsy at times

- "Fuck, did you move this dresser?"

- Growing up privileged had already made Draco careless with money, but shopping with him while high made it even worse.

- "Dray, it's too expensive" "Well love, you're going to have it,"

BLAISE

- When you and Blaise met you’d discovered he was already into smoking

- despite being quiet and reserved, his behavior was quite the opposite while high

- he’s a flirty, a heavy one

- “why are you staring at me?” “you’d want to be staring at the prettiest thing in the room too, wouldn’t you princess?”

- extremely touchy

- hands around your waist, on your thighs in your hair, everywhere

- he can’t keep his hands or eyes off you

- amidst all the affecting, the two of you have your deepest conversations

- it’s in this space the two of you express the most love and adoration

THEODORE

- you may not think it’s possible but he becomes even more playful after smoking

- cracking even more jokes, his cocky smirk traded for a lazy smile

- his laugh becomes even more infectious, filling the room with warmth and happiness.

- overall he’s very soft and caring

- when you're alone together, he just wants to curl up next to you in bed, seeking comfort and closeness.

- somewhere between soft kisses there’s whispered “i love you’s”

- needless to say you adore him like this

@cuntrygirlcallista

[munivrse]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Attention

bada accompanies you to your high school reunion

cw: nothing too bad. actually, not suggestive! bada lee being fine as hell... y/n acting up per usual. really fluffy at the end. enjoy!

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when you asked bada to come with you to your high school reunion, you didn’t think much of it. Until now. you’re checking your outfit in the mirror, smoothing down your shirt. you looked fine. right?

“right. now let's go. we’re going to be late- albeit fashionably.” bada’s eyebrows wiggle as she states her thoughts. you have no CLUE how she’s so calm right now. did she not also feel the pressure of meeting people you once know and now are going to meet in a battle of who’s more accomplished? don't get yourself wrong, you’re more than happy to have bada coming with you, the thought easing your anxiety a little. but still, what would people say when they saw you two?

bada strides over to you, “you look gorgeous honey, let's go show them.”

you weren’t necessarily unpopular in school, but you definitely weren’t everyone's cup of tea. this thought alone made you nervous- but you’re fine. bada is there. she’s right beside you.

you take a deep breath,

“thank you. we can leave now.”

now, you’re parked outside of the venue in which this reunion is taking place.

“i’m gonna be fucking sick.”

bada looks over at you in concern, “why? what’s wrong?”

you put your head in your hands, “you-” gag “Other people are going to perceive you. how am i supposed to cope with that.”

bada scoffs, “you had me worried," she shakes her head, "i’m getting out of this car, i’m going to come around to your door, open it, and pull you out. don’t worry about other people… perceiving me. your eyes are the only ones that matter to me. lets go.”

bada climbs out of the car and does exactly what she says. she rounds the car, hooks a hand under the door handle, opens it, and puts out a hand for you to grab hold of. once your hand is in hers, she brings it up to her mouth, kissing the back of it. you hesitantly get out of the car.

bada keeps her hand in yours, swinging the two back and forth. in the corner of your eye, you could see her smiling. she looks down at you as you reach the doors. you glare at her.

“why’d you have to leave the house looking like that. it’s like you’re trying to impress other women or something.”

bada was dressed like a whore in an all-black outfit, cap on her head and chains dangling from her neck.

“me? what about you?”

you were also wearing all black but instead of pants, you opted for a skirt that bada thinks should be banned from you ever wearing outside of the house. it wasn’t even that short, it just fit you so well that bada believes the view should only be for her.

you huff, “bada if anyone tries to talk to you that's not me, scream stranger danger please-”

she rolls her eyes, “you are so dramatic. nobody is going to be interested in seeing me here, this is your high school reunion, not mine.”

you press on anyway, making her pinky promise to run away from any woman trying to approach her. You open the doors to reveal a room crowded with old classmates, some faces familiar, others not so much.

you didn’t really keep up with people after you graduated, having moved on to other, more important things early on in your life that just didn’t align with others your age. you danced under multiple different studios and academy’s, landing yourself at just jerk nearly a year ago. they’d asked you to choreograph to “sativa”, bada observed your class, and the rest is history.

the occasion was quite casual. you opted for some flowy, light colored clothing with silver jewelry. bada on the other hand was dressed like a whore in an all-black outfit, cap on her head and chains dangling from her neck. you often referred to her as your scary guard dog with a golden retriever personality. to be fair, she did look kind of scary today. her height did not help. bada lets you lead her into the room by her hand.

you’re greeted by a few people right off the bat. bada just observes behind you. you’re cute in the way your eyes light up when people ask you what you’ve been up to. she’s so proud at how much you’ve accomplished, and she loves when you show yourself off. alternatively, you love showing your girlfriend off. people already knew exactly who she was. bada lee was an extremely popular name amongst your classmates as you went to a performing arts highschool. Imagine their surprise when you walk in with bada lee in tow.

in conversation she laughs where she needs to, butts in when appropriate, and lets you guide the conversation. once the group leaves, you heave a sigh of relief. you lean back into your girlfriends' sturdy figure and her arms circle around your waist. she kisses your temple.

“do you want me to get you a drink?”

you nod, hesitantly letting her remove her arms from around you. another old classmate comes up to you to make small talk, but in the corner of your eye you see a woman approach bada. you take a deep breath. it's fine. you can have a normal conversation without worrying-

you feel your eye twitch when you see the woman lean up to say something to your tall and sexy girlfriend. bada responds and this woman laughs and… caresses bada’s arm while doing so. you start to worry until bada’s eyes swiftly meet your own and she throws a wink your way. reassured, you continue your conversation.

bada looks at this woman like she’s crazy. all she wanted to do is get you a drink and now this woman by the name of “mina” is borderline harassing her.

“...and that’s the most recent studio i’ve danced for. are you still at just jerk? you should invite me to one of your classes.” she smiles, but bada knows the intent behind her eyes. per her girlfriends' silent request found from her pleading eyes across the room, she ends the conversation.

“no thank you. you can always sign up through our website and hope you can get a spot that way. good luck!” bada grabs your drink and leisurely walks away, leaving mina’s face stuck in bewilderment.

you’re mid conversation when you feel bada’s arm wrap around your shoulder, she hands you your drink, “sorry it took so long,” she kisses your cheek, “who’s this?”

with a light blush on your face, you introduce your old classmate. they give bada a warm smile. you felt good. you knew people were eyeing the both of you, probably wondering how you ended up with someone like bada. you almost start to worry about the stares, but bada knows you. she can see in the slight crease on your forehead that you’re thinking yourself into oblivion. her hand smooths down your back, resting just above the curve of your bottom. she traces small circles there as she strikes up conversation with your friend.

when bada excuses herself to go use the restroom, your old friend group approaches you, ogling at bada as she walks away.

“y/n… she is so…”

you squeal and cover your mouth, “I know- i know!”

when you watch her stride back into the room, her eyes never leave yours. bada loved you. and you loved her. and anyone in the room could feel that radiating off of the both of you.

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a/n: this was much shorter and more fluffy than i intended it to be so just know a part two is coming 🤭

[snoopyearss]

you right

eren x female!reader

TW: Blunt outing on skin. (He doesn’t do it to the reader, but he does it on himself)

description: your relationship with jean was fine until you meat his friend eren. now all you could think about was him.

inspired by “You Right” by Doja Cat.

i suggest playing the following songs for the full experience: You Right (Extended Version) - Doja Cat (makes obvious sense; play this song first or throughout the story.), Work - Rihanna, Sativa - Jhene Aiko, Slow Down - Chase Atlantic and I Was Never There - The weeknd. There’s no order for the other songs.

Disclaimer: I DONT CONDONE CHEATINGGG!!! I just really like this song and made this one shot on a whim. 

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                    ı𝕝ı.𝕝ı𝕝𝕝ı𝕝ı.ı𝕝𝕝ı.

            ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [ 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 (𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕) - 𝔻𝕠𝕛𝕒 ℂ𝕒𝕥 ]

           𝟙:𝟘𝟟 ——◦———— -𝟜:𝟘𝟝

          ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

            ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

How long have you thought about this? This sinful thought? You lost track. But if you could have a dollar for every time you thought about him, Bill Gates would look like a middle-class citizen. 

You wanted him so badly, but you had a boyfriend, who happened to be one of his best friends. 

When did this all start? The second your boyfriend Jean introduced you to the rest of his friends, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

“I want you all to meet my girlfriend, Y/n. Y/n, these are my friends. The one I was telling you about.” Jean introduced the group and each of them introduced themselves after. Eren was the first to introduce himself. After he did, you tuned everyone else out. There was something about him that made him so intriguing. 

His facial features.

His pretty sage eyes 

The amorous gaze he gave off.

His piercings.

His voice.

Oh God, his voice. It was hypnotic. The way he said certain words had you weak in the knees.

His hair. It looked about shoulder length. It was easy to tell from the man-bun he styled it in. You never really found long hair on guys attractive, but with Him? You made an exception. 

It was long enough to pull on when he’s-

You shook your head to erase the thought. And that was when it all began.

You met his friends three months ago, yet you found yourself lying awake in the bed you and Jean share, thinking about his best friend. Thinking about how he’d look on top of you, how he’d look underneath you, or in every position possible. You felt horrible. Who does that? But it wasn’t like Jean was innocent either. The other day you caught him making googly eyes at the new girl in your class. Mikasa was her name. 

The difference between you and Jean was you’ve never really had a conversation with Eren. Jean talks to Mikasa every other day. People would think it bothers you, your partner talking to someone else, but Eren lived in your head rent-free, so you didn’t care. 

You would pass by him in the hallways on your way to class and both of you would give a quick smile and a nod signaling “Hi.” You felt like you were in high school again. All giddy and smiley when your crush would give you the slightest bit of attention. 

You always wondered if he felt the same way, but you’d be an idiot to ask, so you attempt to hide it in your face. However, something told you he knew already. Every time you and Jean’s friends hang out, it’s hard to look directly at him, and he could tell because he wouldn't look away.

All of you were eating at a diner when you made eye contact with Eren, he never dropped his gaze, it was intense. You tried focusing on something else when you accidentally tipped a cup over causing the drink to pour on the table, and drip onto the floor. “Shit.” You murmured. 

“My soda!” Sasha whined. “We’ll get you another one.” 

You reached out to grab a napkin, not realizing it was the last one, but it was too late because you looked up to see Eren grabbing it at the same time. Both of your hands touched.

It was like a vibration, or electricity shot up your arm and throughout your veins. The funny part about this is that neither one of you moved your hand. 

“I-I’m sorry, were you gonna use this?” you asked.

“‘was gonna help you clean it.” He answered. He removed his hand from on top of yours, letting you have it to clean up the now sticky mess. 

Now you wondered if anyone else caught onto what just happened. 

That following Friday, you all went to a barcade for drinks and vintage games. You hopped out of Jean’s car and held hands with him as you guys walked into the arcade bar. “I’m totally gonna beat you in Mortal Kombat.” Jean snickered. “You wish!” You stuck your tongue out at him and joined the others who were playing games and drinking already.

“There you guys are! We were starting to worry.” Armin pulled you both in for a hug. 

“C’mon Y/n, let’s go take a shot.” Ymir linked her arm in yours as we skipped to the bar. you both sat down and ordered two tequila shots. “So,” she started. You raised your eyebrows to tell her to keep going. “So?”

“What’s up with you and Eren huh?” She jabbed her elbow into the side of your rib. “Ok first, ow. And second, nothing? Why’d you ask?” You downed the shot before the bartender could even place it in front of you.

“Um, at the diner the other day? What was that?” She questioned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh come on, Y/n. Don’t act dumb. I’ve seen that look before. That same look when you saw Jean for the first time.” You rolled your eyes.

“Nothing’s going on, Ymir. I promise you.”

 “Alrighty then.” She shrugged and got up from her seat. 

“Wait.” She turned to you.

“Did..anyone else notice? You know, what happened?”

“Not to my knowledge. But it’s ok. Your dirty little secret’s safe with me.” She winked and I scoffed. “Let's go play games.” 

Another tequila shot later and you were feeling a bit tipsy. Your eyes met the motorcycle racing game and asked Ymir to race with you. “I’m gonna dust you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” you waved her off.

You walked toward the motorbike and climbed on it. It was hard to keep it in place since it was set up to lean from side to side to make turns. “Ugh! Stupid piece of shit. Stay…Still!” You cursed the machine.

You then felt a pair of hands on your waist to stabilize you on the bike. “Most of your weight needs to be here.” The voice said. You recognized that voice anywhere. It was Eren’s.

You look behind your shoulder to see him looking directly at you. This was the closest you two have ever been to each other's bodies. So close you were able to smell him. He smelt so good, if you weren’t drunk before, you might be now. It was intoxicating. 

“Like this?” You looked back at him. He silently groaned before nodding and saying, “Mhm.”

Eren knew you wanted him. It was too obvious. He wanted you too, but you were his best friend's girl. However, he couldn't help the thought of seeing you underneath him, struggling to take all of him inside you. 

He sees you in the halls before classes and the outfits you wear. Like one day, you wore a black mini-skirt and some thigh-high boots, it almost send him over the edge. How he’s able to keep his composure around you is unbelievable. And once he saw you bent over on the motorbike, looking back at him through your eyelashes, he almost folded right then and there.

You ended up winning the race against Ymir and smirked at her. But as soon as she walked up to you and whispered “But nothing’s going on between you and Eren right? You’re such a bad liar.” your smile dropped. 

☆

The walls were an egg-white color, although it was hard to tell with the red LED lights illuminating them. It was a weird thing to pay attention to as you were gasping for air as Jean gripped your throat while pounding into you. 

“You look so hot like this Y/n. God, you take me in so well.” He moaned. Your hand held onto his wrist as he continued, only picking up the pace. “D-don’t stop. Please.” You whined. Jean wasn’t bad at sex. Quite the opposite actually. Although he knew all of your spots, he never went down on you but he always asked for head, which wasn’t fair to you. Other than that, it was great, but you still wanted Eren. Just the sinful thought of it made you grow even wetter and clench around him.

“I felt you tighten up baby. You like how my dick feels, Huh?” He placed a hand on your hip only helping him to go harder and faster. “Oh fuck. Jean, I’m gonna-” You announced, your eyes threatening to roll back.

“Come for me.” And you did. Your hand slapped in front of your mouth, covering it. Jean thought it was so you won't be so loud, but it was to prevent you from screaming Eren’s name instead. 

He cleaned you up, gave you a kiss on the forehead, and knocked out immediately after that. 

You lay awake for an hour or so after your session with your boyfriend. Although he made you come, you were missing something, you weren’t sure what it was. Your mind trailed back to when you almost slipped up and moaned out Eren’s name instead of Jean’s. 

Eren.

Everything about him made all the self-respect leave your body. You wanted him so bad. You began to imagine what he looks like shirtless. You remembered the day you went to go pick up Jean from work and conveniently, Eren was working that day too. They both work at an auto repair shop, it’s where you first met Jean; he helped change your oil.

You were waiting in the car for him, as Eren walked out and gave you a small wave. It took everything in you to prevent your eyes from widening and your jaw from dropping. He. Looked. Insanely delicious. He turned his back to you to talk to one of the other workers there. Even his back was pretty to look at.

Sweat was glistening on his back muscles, and on his grey tank top. His hair was in that messy bun you were crazy over. He grabbed his water bottle and took a swing of it, only for some droplets to trickle down his throat. You wanted to lick it. 

You took that mental image, and imagine him running his hands up and down your body. Touching and stroking your body like you were a lump of clay, waiting to be molded. It drove you crazy. You were so aroused it started to hurt if you didn’t take care of it right away.

You slid one hand down, past your panties, and slowly rubbed your clit. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from making any noise, in fear of waking Jean up. The other hand grabbed your breast and played with the sensitive nipple. Your hips bucked a bit, signaling you to do more. You inserted a finger in and bit your lip a bit harder now.

You imagined how he would sound if it was his dick instead of your finger inside of you, how his moans would sound like. You remembered the time he stubbed his toe at Sasha’s new place, hitting his toe on one of the legs of the table. The sound that he made, should’ve been illegal. It was a groan that turned into a whimper. Although he was doing it out of sheer pain, he still sounded so pretty. You knew right then and there that his moans were to die for. 

One finger turned into two, stretching you out and hitting that spot that leaves your legs having a mind of their own. “Fuck,” You whispered. This was so bad, this was your boyfriend's best friend you were thinking about. But the forbidden act only made your arousal grow.

Soon enough, it was hard to hold it in, and you let go, your fingers making a squelching sound from pumping them in and out of you so fast. Your slick poured out of you, onto your fingers, and a little bit on the sheets. You tried to regulate your breathing and clean up after yourself. After you did, you realized you were going to have so much trouble looking at Jean and Eren in the eye the next day.

-

The next day was Saturday, Ymir was throwing a party for her 21st birthday and us being her closest friends, were all invited. After getting ready, Sasha drove you, her, and your other friend, Annie to Ymir’s. 

“I’m so excited about this party! Ymir’s parties are literally the best!” She exclaimed. “She always has the best booze.” Annie chimed in. You weren’t really present for the conversation. Your brain was stuck on if Eren was going, and what he was gonna wear. 

“Y/n! Hello!” Annie waved her hand in front of your face, leaving you looking dazed. “Oh, What?” She and Sasha frowned. “You ok girl? You’ve been quiet the whole car ride!” Sasha asked. “Hmm? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.” You smiled sheepishly. They shrugged it off. “Well, we’re here! Come on!”

We walked into the house, the music blasting through the speakers, and in each room of the house. “You guys made it!” Ymir smiled. “We wouldn’t miss it! Happy birthday!” I hugged her. “Thank you! Drinks are in the kitchen. You guys help yourselves!” She waved and walked to greet her girlfriend.

The three of you walked into the kitchen, only to be greeted by the rest of the group and, Eren. 

He looked at you and you tried to focus your attention elsewhere. It was hard to though; especially with the way he was looking tonight. It really wasn’t anything special, just a black muscle tee, but it made his arms and chest look extremely toned. You were able to see his tattoos and his key necklace was visible. He wore grey sweatpants with white Nike ones. He still looked very scrumptious and you wanted a taste.

“Hey, guys! Historia made jungle juice. Want some?” Connie handed you and the two girls a cup. “Thanks. Where’s Jean?” You asked, getting ready to take a sip of the beverage. He and Reiner, another one of Jean’s friends, exchanged looks with each other. “Um…He…” Connie couldn’t finish his sentence. 

 ı𝕝ı.𝕝ı𝕝𝕝ı𝕝ı.ı𝕝𝕝ı.

            ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [ 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕜 - ℝ𝕚𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒]

           𝟙:𝟘𝟟 ——◦———— -𝟜:𝟘𝟝

          ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

            ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

“He went upstairs with some dark-haired girl. I’m sorry Y/n.” Reiner tried reassuring you. Your eyes widened. “Oh.” That was all you could say. In your head, you weren’t sure if you were allowed to even feel angry, as you were already imagining doing things with another man. It made you frustrated.

No one spoke for a few seconds.

“Well, screw him. Come, let's go dance.” Sasha tried cheering you up. You lightly smiled at her and downed your drink then joined her on the dance floor. “Work” by Rihanna started to play, which made you feel a bit better. Sasha was behind you as you began moving your hips against her to the beat of the song. 

Her hands met your waist and pressed you against hers as you started to wine on her. You look behind you to meet her gaze as you two smile and continued. Despite you two being in the middle of the dance floor, you could still feel someone’s eyes burning into your flesh. It was him. 

He was sitting manspread with a couple of guys, smoking a blunt. If this isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, it might be time for prescription glasses. His eyelids were low, due to the effects of what he was smoking. For some reason, it made you more confident, so you turned to face Sasha and kept eye contact with her, as you wined down to the ground and back up.

You did this a few more times then turned back. You looked at him as you were grinding on Sasha, not breaking eye contact. Until Jean came down the stairs with Mikasa. Your heart sunk in your chest as you saw him dap up one of his friends. You knew what that meant. It made you sick. You felt extremely dizzy. “Hey, I’m gonna…I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You told Sasha. “You want me to come with?” You shook your head no. “I’ll be ok. I’ll be back in a few.” You smiled and walked up the stairs. You entered the first door, which happened to be a bedroom with a bathroom in it. You walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

The song was still playing in the background as you gripped the sink and caught your breath a bit. You wanted to cry, but at the same time, you felt a bit relieved now that all bets are off. You didn’t feel as guilty thinking about Eren in such a way anymore. You turned on the faucet and flicked a bit of cold water on your face, not wanting to mess up your makeup, then used a paper towel to dap it dry.

You turned off the faucet and opened the door, only for him to be on the other side.

“E-Eren?” You were startled. Did he follow you up here?

“Hey.” That was all he said and walked passed you and closed the door then closed the toilet seat down and sit on it. 

“Um, Hi? What are you doing?” 

“Came up here to smoke. Too much noise in my head down there.” He shrugged and lit his blunt.

“Are you sure? Doesn’t really seem like it.” You said. “What makes you say that?”

“You coming up here, immediately after I come up here? Looks pretty suspicious.” You shrugged.

“Does it?” He looked up at you and you nodded. “You know what else looks suspicious?”

You raised your eyebrows signaling to go on. He took a hit of his blunt and blew. “What happened yesterday, and a few days before? Now that’s suspicious.” I frowned.

“You seem to have forgotten. Do you want me to remind you?” He stood up, slowly walking towards you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Aw, don’t act coy, Y/n.” He cooed. You stepped back only to bump into the door. He was towering over you now. You were looking up at him with a slight need in your eyes. He smirked and took another hit.

“You know,” he started, the smoke leaving his mouth and his hands sliding up and down your hips.

“There was something about you that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It was until the way you would stare at me, that I fully understood.”

“W-What do you mean?” Your voice was quiet, but he still caught it. “Come on Y/n. Are we playing the stupid game?” He teased. 

“I’ve got the strangest feeling that you might want me, but you have a boyfriend, sweetheart.” He took one last hit of his blunt before outing it on his arm. You gasped and your eyes widened. He smirked and grabbed your cheeks to make your lips pout slightly. He blew the smoke into your mouth for you to inhale it all. 

“Good girl.” He praised. “Exhale.” You did just that. He then placed his hand on the side of your face while the other one was placed against your lower back. 

“You want me?” He asked, trapping you between the bathroom door and his body. You couldn’t look at him, his gaze was piercing. He took your chin in his fingers. “When someone’s speaking to you,” his other hand pulled you closer to him and tilted your face to force you to look at him. “You look at them. Understand?”

You whimpered in response.

“Speak.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what baby?” He pushed you.

“Yes, I-I understand.”

“Smart girl. Now I’ll ask again. Do you want me? Despite being Jean-boy’s girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Huh. Wonder what he’ll think if I told him this.”

“Well, he’s not here right now. You know what he did.” You reminded him, as he was there when Reiner told you he was sleeping with someone else. “His loss.” He shrugged. Eren walked backward and sat back on the covered toilet seat then motioned you to walk towards him. “C’mere.”

You did what you were told and he tapped your thighs to signal you to sit in his lap. “There we go. Comfortable?” You nodded. “Good. Tilt your head to the side pretty girl.” You tilted your head and immediately he attached his lips to your neck. “Tell me,” he kissed up your neck to your jaw. “How long have you thought about doing this? Hm?” 

“Mm. For so long.” you whimpered. “I’ve thought about this for so long.”

“Yeah?” Eren’s hands were drawing different patterns on your back as he continued to mark you. “What have you thought about? What kinds of thoughts kept you up at night?” You whined in response, seeing as it was too humiliating to go into depth. “I’m not gonna continue if you don’t tell me, sweet girl.”

Oh, fuck you.

“I’ve thought about-” you were stopped mid-moan as he found the sensitive part of your neck and began to suck on it harshly. “A-About you, having you all on top of me, and touching me all over my body. Fuck.” It was hard to speak since it was one, humiliating explaining your fantasies to him and two, the way he was destroying your neck.

Eren grabbed your hips and pushed them down so you could feel him. “Can you feel me? How hard you’re making me right now? Fuck, I feel it throbbing.” You could feel the pulse between your legs as you felt his dick pressed onto your clothed slit. 

Your whines grew a little bit louder as you found yourself grinding down on his hardened dick. You could feel the slick start to dampen your panties. “Eren, please.” You gripped his hair and started to grind on him a bit faster this time. “Fuck, look at you.” He said as he gently pulled your head down to meet his lips.

They were incredibly soft and could taste/smell the weed on his lips. It was enough to get you high. You were struggling to kiss back as he used his hips to thrust upwards, grinding into you and moaning in your mouth. This went on for a few more minutes until you got frustrated and told him you wanted more. 

He picked you up and placed you down on the counter. He kissed down your body until he was face level with your clothed cunt. He looks up at you with hungry, low-lidded eyes as he kisses the inner parts of your thighs, your dress riding up as he continued, kissing every part but the part you wanted him to touch. He was teasing you on purpose.

You were fidgeting on the counter, making all kinds of noise, moaning his name so he would get the message. He finally started to kiss your clothed cunt and the feeling made you jolt forward a bit, almost making you fall off the counter. “Woah, it’s ok. I’m not gonna let you fall.” He holds your hips in place.

“Damn girl, you’re acting like you’ve never been eaten out before.” He joked but when he looked up at you, you weren’t laughing. “Don’t tell me-”

“He’s never…done that to me before.” You looked off to the side. Eren scoffs. “I’m about to show you what you’ve been missing. Make sure you get a good grip.” He rips your panties and before you could react, his tongue was already connected to your clit and you both let out loud desperate moans. You were already wet from the dry-humping session you both just had, and it was having an effect on him. If his dick wasn’t hard then, it certainly is now. He took a few deep breaths to try to prevent him from coming right them.

He wraps his hands around your thighs and attaches his mouth to your cunt to start lapping you up. Your breath hitched in your throat since you weren’t used to this foreign feeling. His tongue makes different patterns and swirls on your clit while his mouth creates a suction effect.

“Oh shit,” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and grabbed his now disheveled bun. Your entire body feels light like you were about to float up to the ceiling at any moment as he draws circles over your entrance and then flicks your clit. You grabbed ahold of the counter as tightly as you could, till you would see your knuckles turning white.

You opened your eyes and looked down to see him looking right at you the entire time. “Fuck.” you whimpered, the pleasure you were experiencing and the way he was looking at you was all too much but you would curse at yourself later if you didn’t get a chance to at least take a glimpse. 

He unwrapped one of his hands off of your thigh and held your hand as the other arm wrapped around your hips, pulling you further into his mouth so you couldn’t escape his grasp as he tongue fucked you. Your breathing was totally uneven now. You were a moaning shaking mess before him. His name was the only thing you knew how to moan at this given moment. 

You were wet. So wet, you could hear the wet sloppy noises coming from his mouth, and your cunt. It would’ve been embarrassing if you both weren’t so turned on. Eren ate you out with such purpose. Like he enjoyed it. That’s because he did. He loved seeing your eyes roll back and you moaning out his name with your legs shaking on either side of his face.

He then stops and stands up. “Get down and turn around.” You quickly hop down and turn around, Eren then unzips your dress and pulls it down enough to expose your breasts. Your nipples began to harden from how cold the bathroom was. He whispers “Fuck,” in response as he placed his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you down. “Bend over for me,” you bent over with no hesitation.

He was directly behind you, and although you can see his reflection in the mirror, you couldn’t really see his entire body. Just from the waist up. He took off his shirt, which exposed his abs and the rest of his tattoos. You were practically dripping at this point. He grabbed the tip and dragged it along your wet slit to coat him a bit.

Eren pumped himself a few times and groaned. “Look in the mirror,” he ran his hands up and down your back and hissed. “I’ve thought about you non-stop ever since I met you for the first time, you always had that look in your eye as if you wanted me,” He slowly put the tip in, watching it stretch your hole out a bit. You whined at the feeling. You’ve always loved being teased, even when it got frustrating at times, the anticipation is what makes it better. 

“You feel this? You feel how I’m stretching you? Oh, fuck.” He pushed only the tip in a few times then slapped it on your clit. “You would look away first whenever we made eye contact, it was so cute. And now that I have you, I need to savor this.” He inserted himself halfway in, causing you to whine louder. 

“Eren,” you pleaded. You were getting desperate now. “I know, baby.”

“It’s been months and neither of us made a move until now- fuck.” He moaned slowly pulling it out and then rubbing it on your clit, making you bite your lip and roll your eyes back. “‘Cause you chose to be loyal to him, but.” He pressed the tip to your entrance. 

“A couple strokes when I put it in, you’ll belong to me.” He pushed himself all the way in this time. “O-oh my god! F-Fuck!” You cried out and gripped the counter. He continued this a few times, pulling all the way out then slamming back in, then he went at a steady but quick pace.

The louder you got the harder he fucked into you, his hips slamming against your ass making a slapping noise. He looked down to watch as your ass rippled with each hard thrust. Tears began to flood your eyes from the immense pleasure you were experiencing then fell because of how hard Eren was pounding into you.

“Every day, I get angry at myself because I didn’t meet you first.” He said through gritted teeth. “Could’ve used this pretty cunt before Jean could get a hold of you.” He grabbed your neck and lifted you up so his chest was pressed up against your back. “Look in the mirror,” He said in your ear. “Look in the mirror as I fuck you senseless.” Your mouth is open, panting like a bitch in heat from how good he was making you feel. 

Your hips were pressed up against the counter and Eren moved up a bit more so you could feel him deeper. You couldn’t back away, you just had to take it, which made you grow wetter. Your head fell back on his shoulder as you moaned out his name some more, like it was the only name you knew, “Look at you baby,” He cooed and you slowly brought your head back up to look in the mirror. 

“Look at how hard I'm fucking you. What would your boyfriend think about this, hm? If Jean walked in here, what would you do? Seeing his precious girlfriend getting fucked hard by his best friend. You think he’d watch us? Until we finished?” You whined at the thought of that actually happening. Thinking about it, you would probably keep going until you both finished. You started to clench around him. “Oh? You would like that. Messy bitch.” He grabbed your throat and squeezed it and he took his other hand to rub your clit at a fast pace. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” You chanted and wrapped your hand around the wrist that was slightly choking you. “Eren, I’m close-” He removed his hand from your clit and pulled out. “No, you’re not. Go lay on the bed,” He backed up enough for you to wobble to the bed and spanked your ass in the process. You lay down on your back as Eren got on top of you and pushed the tip back in. In this position he was able to pound deeper into you, it felt like he was in your guts. “Oh my god, Eren! You’re s-so deep. In my st-stomach.” You managed to force out. “Yeah? How does it feel?” His pace quickened up. 

“It’s- I- I don’t know if I can take it. Fuck,” You cried out and your legs started to tremble. The pleasure was getting too intense for you to handle, how you did come yet is still surprising. A part of you wanted to release, but the other part of you wanted this to last. So you tried to make it last. “It’s ok, baby. You can take it. You’ve been such a good girl. Take it for me.” He only went in deeper. The tears from earlier continued to pour down your cheeks and the sides of your face, pooling by your ears.

Eren loved the sight that was in front of him. Your nose and cheeks were a slightly red tint from the crying and the pleasure you were receiving. The sounds that were omitted from your throat were like music to his ears, he wanted to hear them again and again. The faces you made, he paid close attention to what felt good, and what made you feel uncomfortable. The way your breasts bounced from the hard thrusts you were receiving, and the way your cunt was gripping him. He couldn’t focus on where to look.

“God, look at you. You’re so beautiful,” He started. “Almost makes me wish I could paint or something.” It was already working. Your thinking process was fuzzy and your brain felt like it was turning into mush. You weren’t speaking in complete sentences at this point. “Mm, feels so good Eren.” You slurred as you gripped the bed sheets beneath you. Eren got on his forearms to lean down and kiss you. He squeezed your cheeks like he did when he blew the smoke in your mouth, but this time he gave you a sloppy kiss. The sounds that came out of your mouth would've been embarrassing if you both weren't so turned on. One of his hands snaked down you rub your clit at a slow pace, which made it hard to keep up with, it caused you to get close. You started clenching around him.

“Eren,” You whined.

“Mm, I can feel you tightening up around me. Ready to come for me sweet girl?”

“Yes, please, please.” You chanted.

“Come on baby,” He kissed down your neck and used the same hand that rubbed your clit, to push down on your lower stomach, causing your body to immediately relax and take more of him inside you. “Come for me.” That was all it took.

“Eren, Eren, EREN! FUCK!” Your legs shook with such force as you screamed out his name multiple times. You tossed your head back in pleasure as your ejaculate gushed out of you and dampened the sheets below you and Eren’s lower stomach. Your hips attempting to buck if Eren hadn’t held them down. “Good girl, that’s it. Let it out for me.” He talked you through your orgasm, which only made it more intense for you. Your breathing pattern was all over the place. Your hands didn’t know where to hold on to; first the sheets, your hair, or Eren’s wrists. It was out of control.

“There you go, that’s my girl.” He purred as he pushed you further up the bed and fucked you through your orgasm then chasing his. He kept one hand on your hip and the other gripping the headboard to thrust into you. His thrusts were slow but deep to help you finish, then it got harder and faster. His pace was ruthless as his hips snap against yours with so much force that your head hits the headboard slightly with each thrust. “Oh god, ‘needed you so bad. You have no idea.” He moaned. His thrusts were so fast, that you tried getting him to slow down, but your voice was shot from the moaning previous. You weren’t able to let out proper moans, but Eren seemed to fuck them out of you. 

“Oh shit, holy shit, Eren slow down I’m - Fuck!” You babble as you came all over him a second time. He looked down at you as you did. Watching your face contort in pleasure as your whimpers made their way down to his tip. “God, you’re killin’ me.”

The sight above you was something that needed to be in an art gallery. His bottom lip was puffy and pink from biting it so hard, and beads of sweat glistened on his chest and forehead. His hair was out of its usual bun and down along the sides of his face. His eyes were rolling back as well, which was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. 

“Eren,” You moaned out. “Hm?”

“Come inside me. Please. I wanna feel it.” You pleaded. He moaned in response.

“Yeah? You want me to come in this pretty cunt? You want me to breed you, baby? Wanna feel your cunt being filled up?” He looked down and smirked at you. You whimpered and nodded.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes. I need it so badly. Please, please.” You ran your hands up and down his abs. 

“Fuck, I’m- I’m gonna come -- Oh God -- I’m gonna fucking come baby, oh fuck!” Eren pushes his hips down into you until your head is pushed up against the headboard. You feel him in your guts as you feel his warm cum in you and all throughout your body. His breathing was uneven as he gripped your hip, digging his nails into the fatty flesh.

“Shit,” He cussed and lowered his head down to kiss you gentler than before. “You ok?”

“Mhm,” She hummed. “So tired.” He chuckled and pulled out.

As he did, Eren rolled over and pulled you into his arms. “Let’s sleep. We’ll deal with Jean tomorrow.” He kissed your forehead and put the covers over your naked body as you drifted to sleep.

[norman-fucking-reedus]

The thought of Daryl tossing you over his shoulder and fingering you has taken over my entire body and I’m not sure what to do about it

Like at first he does it with the intentions of carrying you into bed but when he sees how your entire backside is at the literal tips of his fingers he decides not to even bother and shoves your pants off right there

He sits himself down comfortably and has a ball squeezing and fondling your ass, as well as teasing and edging your cunt, watching the way his fingers diligently work and dipping his head down to get a taste. All you can do is cling to his clothes from your upside down position, moaning and clenching around him

I could see this slowly fading into one of his many weird ways of destressing, after a really long day he just wants to scoop you up and drape you over his shoulder so his fidgety hands can fidget all over your butt

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I think the sativa is sativaing really hard right now guys 🎀🔥

[golden1u5t]

sativa | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: having sex with spencer but your both high 

"stop looking at me like that." even with the weed clouding spencer's mind he was still just as shy, still just as nervous under your gaze. he turned away from you and pressed the pillow he was holding further into his lap.

you smiled at him from across the room, the spots you both ended up after finishing off your blunt. he couldn't see you because he knew if he did then he might not have been able to control himself, not with his mind clouded and your eyes low and staring at him with need. slowly, you moved off of the chair you had been sitting in and sat yourself right next to him, cupping his chin and making him look at you. "how am I looking at you, spencer?"

he could feel his body melting into your touch from the way his name rolled off of your tongue. spencer was usually good at keeping his composure around you but tonight had been different, it was like his body was fighting against him. your body subconsciously moved closer to him and his did the same. by the time realized that you had gotten closer, you were almost halfway onto his lap.

"like you want to eat me, like-like you want me." he whispered, adjusting the pillow again so it covered the tent forming in his sweatpants. you looked down at his hands tightly fisting the corners of the pillow, almost laughing at how you could see his veins pushing out against his pale skin.

you looked back up at him and the conversation you had with him a couple weeks back came to your mind.

"i'm not sure." you mumbled, thinking harder for your answer before it clicked. "actually, i've always wanted to try having sex while high. I heard it's better than doing it while drunk."

you hummed in response, sliding off of the sofa and pulling him up with you. you led him to your room and pushed him in, making sure to close the door behind you. spencer looked around your room as if he hadn't been in there many times before, he was just in the nicely decorated room a couple days ago.

"you know how we talked about having sex while high a couple weeks ago?" you asked, walking in front of him and making him look down at you by tugging on the strings of his sweatpants. he nodded his head, a small blush coating his skin as he realized where the question was headed. "i want to try it... with you, right now."

"are you sure?"

"i'm sure. i want you, spencer." he stumbled forward at your tugging but he didn't dare tell you to stop, instead he brought both hands up and cupped your face before crashing his lips into yours. a small half gasp, half moan flowed out of your mouth at the urgency of his kiss. spencer put his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up before sitting on the edge of your bed.

he moved his hands to your hips and rocked your body on his bulge. you tugged at his hair before breaking away from his lips, causing him to lean forward and try to press your lips back together.

"i need to take these off." you huffed, standing up and quickly tugging your top over your head. you quickly discarded the rest of your clothes and climbed back onto his lap. spencer moved his hand up and let it rest on the back of your neck, he pulled you towards him and crashed your lips together once more.

you rocked your hips on his lap and tugged at his hair, small gasps leaving your lips as his clothed cock teased against your clit. spencer could feel a damp spot forming on his pants from your arousal, he didn't mind one bit, he loved it. 

you eventually got tired of just kissing him, you broke apart from the kiss and started to tug at his shirt. spencer could hardly believe that he was finally getting to have you, getting to touch you. thanks to his great memory, he would never forget this night.

"your pants, i'm sorry." you sheepishly smiled and lowered yourself on you knees in front of him. you grazed your fingertips over the dark spot on his grey sweatpants, his hips jolted up from the light touch. you pulled at his pants and boxers until they pooled at his ankles, you shifted closer to him and wrapped your hand around his length. spencer had imagined this scene - you on your knees in front of him- many times before, always late at night after he left your place. you leaned forward and swirled your tongue around his leaking tip, spencer let out a small hiss and pulled your hair back into a makeshift ponytail.

"please- I need more." he gasped, you looked up at him and took more of him into your mouth. under any other circumstances you would’ve teased him, taken your time, but the high would only last so long and you wanted to experience him while it was still there.

"you gonna fuck me now, spence?" you got into the bed and situated yourself on your back. spencer was on you within seconds, spreading your legs to make room for himself between them. you wrapped you legs around his waist and pulled him in, he paused once he realized that he was just one push away from being inside of you. "what's wrong? do you still want to do this? we don't have to."

"no- no, it's not that. i just- i've only done this once before." he looked away from you so he wouldn't have to see the disappointment in your eyes but when you cupped his face a made him look at you, he couldn't see a trace of disappointment. you smiled gently at him and pushed his hair from his face.

"i have a pre-roll in that drawer right there.

we can smoke while we do it, you know, to calm your nerves." spencer had never in his entire life thought of smoking while having sex but he was more than happy to agree, he took out the preroll and lighter that sat inside the drawer. he carefully lit it and brought it up to his lips, taking a long drag from it before passing it to you.

"okay, i'm ready." he nodded his head and grabbed ahold of his cock, lining it up with your entrance. he paused to look at you for permission to continue, once you nodded your head he pushed the head of his cock in.

a soft moan fell from your lips at the stretch, you brought the joint to your lips and took a hit while spencer sheathed himself inside your cunt.

you let out a shaky breath as smoke flowed past your lips, you passed the joint back to Spencer and tightened your legs around his waist. once spencer found the right rhythm the room was filled with the sounds of pleasure and the smell of sex and weed, the perfect mixture to you.

"god- you're so tight around me." he moaned and leaned down to kiss you, smoke flowing from his mouth into yours. you took the joint from his fingers and put it out in the ashtray on the nightstand, spencer gripped your hips and started to go faster and harder. your body was so responsive, arching up into his touch, shaking from the amount of force he was using to fuck into you, your cunt was pulsing around his cock as he drove you closer to orgasm.

spencer could hardly believe that he was actually inside of you, actually getting to fuck you like he's always imagined. his head found its way into the crook of your neck, groans leaving his mouth and hot breath hitting your skin as he laid sloppy kisses all over the area. your nails scratched down his back, leaving red streaks that would be his reminder of this until they faded and he could only hope that you would be open to remarking him once they did.

your legs started to loosen on his waist as spencers cock stamped sloppy kisses on the spongy spot deep inside you, a few more thrust and you were nearly screaming out his name as your orgasm washed over you.

nothing would have prepared spencer for the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him, tight and leaking around his cock. he was twitching and shooting ropes of cum into you before you or him could realize, you shoved spencers shoulder and huffed. "you were supposed to pull out."

"sorry, I didn't even realize it was happening until it happened." he huffed out a laugh and sat up, carefully pulling out and laying down beside you. you turned over onto your stomach and rested your head on his chest, looking up at him with a love sick smile on your face.

"i think we should go again."

spencer smiled and flipped you over, pressing his lips to yours in a much gentler manner. you sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck. "we can go as many time as you want."

"wait, " you mumbled against his lips, pulling back to look into his eyes. "i need food first, i have the munchies."