#coach madi

[twizzle-drizzle]

Awww

CPom, Scott and Madi after their RD ❤️

[celltheory]

i miss caring about sports in a fun way :( now i get more enjoyment listening to a podcast explaining the sinner doping case and widespread doping in tennis than i do watching tennis :( the denis and felix and bianca scores...depressing. the bianca/jasmine gigglefest at the net was SOOOO cute....but it's all so...pointless to me but not in a fun way. and i know not relating to posts on tumblr.com is not an actual problem in any sense but there is no community or fandom or whatever anymore. like my ao3 is so separate from here and the pairings/characters i am interested in are sooooo not popular at ALL and most of the comments are people asking for more or whatever and it's just! ah!

[twizzle-drizzle]

In this house, we stan Queen Madi and her coat

[anewbeginningagain]

Another really great interview with Scott, with some great insight on I.AM Ontario and his coaching career

[twizzle-drizzle]

I hate everything but these pictures from the US Nats ID event so far

Photos: CJ🌻🇺🇦❤️🙏🏻

[thoughtsoftrash]

Laughable, you are

you might still be with the same guy you have been with since high school

But I still weight the same as I did in high school🤷🏼‍♀️,

You fat, ignorant pathetic girl.

I could still fit in ALL my school dresses just for shits and giggles. Im fitter than ever.

I am happily married to a man (my man, 3 years wed)

[nationalvyvanseshortage]

Honestly... Which Black Sails character would win Survivor and why is it Max?

[dwntwn-strnlo]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY chris sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. --

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. christopher sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. request!

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes! . . . "maybe do one that he gets jealous of u wearing Matt's jersey at one of their games and says he has feelings for u?!?" . . . @/Spider-Man200300 on Wattpad!

"im losing it,

all i get's,

jealousy,

jealousy"

time only seemed to slip out of your hands when you realized what time it was. thanks to the obnoxious honking outside of your apartment. you got so distracted just sitting there scrolling on your phone, that you didnt even realize it was already 6 o' clock.

the triplets are picking you up before their lacrosse game today, and you completely forgot about it.

you quickly grab the first jersey you see, not really caring if it belongs to chris or matt, and throw it on over a blue crew neck.

hopping into the backseat next to nick, matt and chris turn around to look at you.

chris playfully scoffs, eyes darting over the number 4 lain atop of your white jersey. "wow okay y/n. i see how it is."

matt laughs, triumphantly smirking at his brother before turning around in his seat to dap you up. "see, i always knew that you were a matt girl."

"well youre wrong." nick smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. "she's actually a nick girl."

you sigh, nodding. "yeah... hate to break it to you boys, but hes right. im a loyal nick girl."

"sure, sure." chris teases, turning back around to fully sit in his seat. staring blankly at your house. but what you don't see, is the creeping frown that tugs at the corners of his lips.

throughout the entire game, chris would turn to look in you and nicks direction. but you could never really tell who exactly he was looking at due to the large helmet atop his head.

it wasnt until he had his helmet off because their coach huddled everyone up for a timeout, that you realized it was in fact you that chris had been looking at. clearly ignoring everything his coach was saying; staring harshly at you. but still quick to look away when the two of you make eye contact.

during half time, you and nick made your way beneath the stands to get something from the snack bar. hunger eating away at your insides as you stood impatiently in the line.

"y/n."

the quick, but intent murmur of your name scares you enough to make you jump.

you and nick turn around hesitantly to find chris standing behind you. his expression is blank, and he has what seems to be another bunched up jersey in his hand.

"chris, arent you supposed to be in the locker rooms?" nick furrows his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest. "the hell are you doing back here."

chris blatantly ignores his brother, instead keeping his eyes glued on you. "why are you wearing matt's jersey?"

you cant help but let out a small laugh. but immediately you feel bad when you see his expression drop. letting whatever wall he had up, fall. "i dont know, chris. i was in a rush and just grabbed the first one i saw. and it doesnt matter anyways- i always wear both of your jerseys throughout the season. you know that."

he sighs before handing you the bundled up jersey. "just . . . wear mine."

you and nick share a quick look, and you find him attempting to hide an awkward smile.

"why?" you ask, hesitantly taking the jersey out of chris' hands."

he sighs again, quickly running his hands down his face before turning his gaze back to you. "just wear it, please. and you have a crew neck on anyways, so you can do it now."

nick gasps. or like half gasps. some cross breed between a gasp and an exerted chuckle escapes his throat. but hes quick to throw his hands up to his mouth. you and chris both look at him as his eyes dart between the two of you. "youre jealous!" he laughs, staring pointedly at his brother.

"what?!" chris shouts, throwing his hands up in the air, taking a step back.

"im . . . im gonna go find madi. . . ." nick chuckles, before quickly leaving the two of you.

you bite down on your lip, fighting back a smile before meeting christophers panicked gaze. "you're jealous. . . ." you tease.

"no, im not." he narrows his eyes. clearly not finding any humor in the situation.

"i like you too, chris." you smile.

"what?"

you let out a gentle laugh, taking a small step toward the tall brunet. "i like you too, kid."

a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "ill believe you when youre not wearing my brothers jersey.

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@slvt444smvt @thetriplets3 @theboyz-delulu @stxrniqlo

[porcelain-winter-doll]

SO HIGHSCHOOL

C. sturniolo (fluff/series

L̶A̶S̶T̶ P̶A̶R̶T̶ / NEXT PART

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-chris' pov-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．

It was lunch when nick came up with a idea

" hey guys" nick talks " how about we play kiss marry kill?? " nick suggests " thats cool! " nate chimes in " chris kiss marry kill" i was shock " WHY ME? " i shouted " shut up chris " matt rolls his eyes sarcastically "anyways, chris kiss marry kill madison, alahna and y/n" nick placed a hand on his chin while i try to figure out whos y/n " who the fuck is y/n? " nate asked nick " the girl in our matt class" matt says " ohh, her" i says " well kiss madison marry alahna and kill y/n" i finished what i said and nick looked at me " what? I dont really know y/n" i say

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-Y/n's pov-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．

I was eating my lunch with madi when i glanced over the Triplet's table and madi noticed that

"Oohh! " madi giggles " are you interested in one of themm? " she laughs "not nick tho! " she was serious in a second and i looked at her confuse "hes gay! " she answered me " well i dont like him tho, i like chris. " i said while eating carbonara "HIM? " and some eyes were on me so i shutted her "its not like i have a choice madi" i sigh "oh yeahh, he likes the cheer captain" madi looked at me apologetic

We had the same math subject so we were walking there together when we saw chris talking to his coach and our math teacher

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-chris' pov-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．

"Christopher, as much as we love you in the team and would appreciate you to be in the game. You cant. " i heard coach grayson as he puts his hand in my shoulder and i looked to mrs. elliana " you have to join the free tutoring session Christopher. " she says " and you have to get atleast a straight bs to join " i sighed " not even a c? " i asked " no, almost all your test are e and f" she says. " you have 2 months to fix ur grading "

I bid my goodbyes and went to math and sat at the back, i saw the y/n girl nick mentioned in our dumb game " She is very pretty though " i thought to myself

After math class i saw y/n approach me " hello" she greets me with a smile " hey? " i responded " uhmm, im your tutor.. " she whispers to me and i smiled at her " are you free after school? " i asked her, while she thinks i scan her looks, she was above average. She was really pretty. " hello? " i heard her say " did you hear me? " she asked shyly " oh god no sorry" and the first time i heard her laugh was now " i can go, but where do we meet? " she asks while giggling " can you go to my house? " i asked her and she says yes

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ after 3 weeks✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-chris' pov-: ✧ :-゜・．-: ✧ :-゜・．

I was chatting with y/n when nick talked to me " you've been hanging out with y/n, chris " nick smiles and i responded "huh? Oh yeah yeah. Shes my tutor and shes great at it! I keep getting As and Bs! " i said happily " enough with academic stuff! " nate interrupted "are you guys going to Madison's party tonight? Chris ella will be there" i rolled my eyes at nate and said " cant, im taking y/n to the beach to show my gratitude " i said smiling "you like her dont you? " matt says while smirking " no no! " i hesitantly said and they look at me not believing me " fine! I like her okay. " i blushed as they all smiled

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

END

This took so long to publish😭

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[bearterritory]

New Cast Propels Cal To Opening Wins

Ten Bears Debut in 86-73 Win Against CSUB

Cal Pulls Away for 91-73 Victory Over Cal Poly

BERKELEY (AP) – Jovan Blacksher Jr. scored 17 points, Andrej Stojakovic added 16 for California on Monday night and the new-look Golden Bears beat Cal State Bakersfield 86-73 in the season opener for both teams at Haas Pavilion.   Ten first-year Golden Bears – nine transfers and one freshman – saw the floor within the first eight minutes of the contest and five of them reached double-figure points, including BJ Omot (13), DJ Campbell (12) and Mady Sissoko (10) along with Blacksher and Stojakovic.   "Every one of the 10 (players) went in there and contributed to winning," Cal head coach Mark Madsen said. "This was a tremendous team effort tonight."   Jemel Jones led Cal State Bakersfield with 22 points, Corey Stephenson scored 17 and Marvin McGhee III had 13. Shakir McGhee III grabbed 10 rebounds to go with nine points.   Jones made a jumper that capped a 9-3 spurt and trimmed CSUB's deficit to 78-71 with 59 seconds to play but Stojakovic, a Stanford transfer, Blacksher, a graduate transfer from Grand Canyon, and Campbell each made 2 of 2 from the free-throw line from there to seal it. Cal made 31 of 40 free throw attempts Monday night, its most makes and attempts in a single game since going 31 of 43 against Portland State on Dec. 21, 2017.   Minnesota transfer Joshua Ola-Joseph threw down a dunk that made it 9-8 with 14:22 left in the first half and the Bears led the rest of the way.   A dunk by Fidelis Okereke trimmed Bakersfield's deficit to 32-26 with 3:38 left in the first half but Blacksher answered with a 3-pointer and then a layup to give Cal an 11-point lead a minute later. He and Omot then hit back-to-back 3s to close the first half and make it 46-28.

California 91, Cal Poly 73

BERKELEY (AP) – In their second game this week, the Golden Bears erased an early double-digit lead and defeated Cal Poly 91-73 on Tuesday night to improve to 2-0 for their season.   Jovan Blacksher Jr. scored 13 of his team-high 18 points in the second half and Andrej Stojakovic added 15. Blacksher hit four 3-pointers and the Golden Bears (2-0) went 11 of 26 from the arc. Rytis Petraitis scored 13 points off the bench and BJ Omot had 10. Lee Dort grabbed a career-high 11 rebounds to go with eight points.   Leading by four at halftime, Cal opened the second half with three consecutive 3-pointers – two from Omot and one from Stojakovic – for a double-digit lead. The margin was 14 before Cal's bench provided all the points in an 11-0 run midway through the half. The Mustangs got within 12 with four minutes left but no closer.   The Mustangs hit five 3-pointers – including two from Jarred Hyder, a 2023 Cal alumnus who played three seasons for the Bears between 2020-23 – in the first six minutes of the game in taking a 12-point lead. Cal responded with 3s by Blacksher and Christian Tucker and eventually took the lead during a 13-2 run that included three consecutive 3s. The Bears led by as many as nine before going in the half ahead 39-35.   Issac Jessup hit 5 of 9 3-point attempts and finished with 20 points to lead Cal Poly before fouling out. Owen Koonce added 11 points. The Mustangs made 10 of 26 3-point tries but gave up 18 turnovers, leading to 29 Cal points.

UP NEXT Cal hits the road for the first time to face Vanderbilt next Wednesday. Tipoff at Memorial Gymnasium in Nashville is at 5 p.m. PT and the contest will be televised on SEC Network+. It will be the first meeting between the two schools.

[lexa-griffins]

Shower Bliss

Dilf!Clarke AU | 3.3K | Smut | G!P Clarke | Read on AO3

“You’re doing great progress on those weights, honestly! If I didn’t know you just started lifting a couple of months ago, I’d think you’d have been at it for years!” 

Clarke laughs at Lexa’s enthusiasm for her small achievement at weight lifting. It is not in any way as impressive as she makes it look, Clarke is aware of that, but it does feel nice to be gloated about this much. 

“Well, I have a very good and helpful coach.” Clarke compliments back with a smile. It is undeniable that without the younger girl’s help, Clarke would possibly not have even tried to sit on the weight bench. It rather helps that she and Lexa have decided to meet up at lunch time when the gym has but a couple of people inside, too focused on their own work out to even look at Clarke struggling with weights although she must admit she hasn’t felt this active and strong in nearly thirty years and even Madi has started to notice the difference.

Lexa looks at her for a second, biting her lip, before smiling back “I just do it because I like watching you workout.”

Clarke chuckles at the playful confession, despite the fact it makes her heart beat just a little faster. Lexa is a sweet girl, helpful from day one and very, very attractive. Clarke can pretend all she wants that she doesn’t stare at her as she works out next to her or that the leggings she wears don’t look just divine on her ass but the truth is that she does stare. 

And she hates it. Makes her feel like a goddamn creep. 

Even if Lexa stares back, because oh, this girl stares back. No shame about it either, something Clarke finds as flattering as she finds hilarious. As cute as Lexa is, the poor girl truly has no game about her, her flirtatious come back usually more of an admission and most of her staring done without much subtlety . 

“Want me to get the water running in your shower?” Lexa asks after a moment of silence, her little red toiletries bag in hand.

“Oh, yeah, no need. I’m gonna head out and shower at home. Madi has an appointment later today so I took the afternoon off.” Clarke says as she takes off her shirt, that no matter how loose, already clings to her body with sweat. 

She is not looking at Lexa, but she can feel the younger girl’s eyes on her chest, can feel her hooded eyes flowing the drip of sweat that falls from her neck and between her breasts. 

“Oh.” Is all Lexa says as Clarke fights a smirk knowing the girl is watching her. And as she deliberately let’s her sweatpants fall on the floor, knowing damn well just what the gray boxers she wears do to her member and the muffled gasp Lexa let’s out does not go unnoticed, “Alright. I’ll let you get ready then. See you tomorrow, Clarke. Say hi to Madi for me!” 

The girl nearly stumbles over herself as she waves at Clarke, heading to the shower and as she does, Clarke smirks to herself before a little voice inside of her chastises her for it. She’s a grown ass woman for fucks sake. She is a widow and a mother, what would Niylah say if she saw her flirting with a girl twenty years younger than her? 

She’d probably comment on her having a nice ass to be honest.

Although Clarke doesn’t notice the shower turning on, she is quick to notice the muffled sounds of the water hitting the tile covers. The soft whimpering is obvious and it makes Clarke frown at how much it seems like crying. Shirt in hand, she freezes, listening for it again. And again she hears it. 

Lexa.

She is the only other person here, the gym was nearly empty aside from a couple of people, all of which where still out on the floor when Lexa and Clarke called it a day and walked towards the locker room. In her sudden need to help and concerned Lexa might be hurt, Clarke walks in the directions of the showers, quickly finding the only curtain drawn. 

“Lexa? Are you alright?” She asks, quietly but no answer arrives.

There is silence once more before another muffled groan is heard, louder this time, followed by a whisper that sounds almost filled with tears and Clarke finds herself stepping through the shower curtain, images of Lexa hurt unable to speak or something of the sort running through her mind. 

Instead she finds Lexa underneath the shower head, wet hair sticking to her naked body and pretty manicured hands shoved between her thighs. Her eyes are closed shut as her mouth hangs opened, quiet moans leaving her as she works herself up. 

Hypnotized by the sight, Clarke sucks in a breath, feeling her cock awaken. Shit. She tries to retire , despite how glued her feet are to the floor. God, she just needs to turn around and-

“Clarke!” The moan leaves plump lips like a plea, Lexa’s eyes still closed as she says it, opened just a moment later, staring at Clarke with just as much surprise as Clarke’s are. 

Lexa feels her heart skip several beats as she finds Clarke inside of her stall. She’d heard her call her name, but assumed it to be her brain playing tricks on her, her head filled with images of the older woman’s blue eyes staring her down, the smirk on her lips adorned by the small beauty mark, her generous chest spilling out of the modest black sports bra, the gray underwear fighting against the strength of the member below it. The raspiness of her voice as she says her name. Her finger had gained a life of their own as Lexa daydreamed about them belonging to someone else as they pumped inside of herself with fervor. The name of the protagonist of her fantasy had slipped without her consent, she was so close, so nearly there and as she opened her eyes she found her there, dick as hard as it was in her imagination.

She lets out a shaky breath as the other woman stares at her in shock, her fingers frozen but still filling her up, forced in place by the pulsing of her walls, the ruined orgasm nearly making Lexa cry out in frustration. Instead she does not move, allowing Clarke to make the next step, knowing that if Clarke does not advance towards her, there is a good chance whatever friendship they had been building and that had been filling Lexa’s lunch breaks with genuine joy might be ruined. 

She shouldn’t. Clarke should do nothing else other than apologize and leave. Instead, she steps fully inside the stall, closing the curtain behind her without looking back. The hardness between her legs impairing any logically sound thought she continues to advance in Lexa’s direction, taking in the roundness of her small chest as it lifts rapidly with the strength of her breathing, nipples hard underneath the tepidness of the spraying water, simply calling for the undivided attention of Clarke’s mouth.

Lexa cannot take it anymore, and Clarke’s name leaves her like a plea.

“Clarke-” 

The word is barely fully out of her mouth before Clarke’s lips are on her. 

Both now fully under the waterfall, Lexa’s arms circle Clarke’s shoulders, finding the leverage not to let her legs falter with the feeling of emptiness that follows the retrieval of her fingers from inside of her cunt. Clarke kisses her with fervor, wasting no time in demanding entrance with her tongue that is granted almost  immediately, savoring the feeling of Clarke’s tongue against hers, as slow as it is rough. 

Experienced hands find Lexa’s chest with ease, wrapping around the swell of them. Clarke squeezes and massages Lexa’s boobs hard, pulling at her nipples every so often. Lexa moans into the kiss, feeling the wetness between her legs grow with each gesture, knowing the water is far from responsible. 

As Clarke’s name leaves her once more, Clarke abandons her mouth for her neck, her tongue passing at the droplets of water on her skin, inching down with a clear destination  in mind, sparing only a moment longer on Lexa’s chest where teeth graze sensitive nipples and make Lexa let out a whine that dies down as a moan. Clarke bites as she continues her assault on Lexa’s skin, letting her tongue lead the way as she continues lower and lower until she in kneeling in front of Lexa, worshiping the generous curve of Lexa’s hip with her lips. As her mouth finally leaves her skin after marking her hip bone with what Lexa is sure will be a beautiful purple love bite, she looks up at her, face softer as she confirms Lexa’s desire for her to bury her head between her legs.

Lexa nods with fervor, and just a moment later her leg is hoisted over Clarke’s shoulder and she feels Clarke’s tongue licking the entirety of her slit, before mercilessly attaching to her clit.

“Oh fuck, Clarke!” 

There is no doubt of Clarke’s years of experience pleasing. She sucks without mercy, releasing the bundle with nerves with a pop, wasting no time on attacking it once more with her tongue, circling with just enough pressure to make Lexa grab a fistful of her wet blonde hair, afraid she might just fall completely if she does not hold on to something.

Teeth graze ever so slightly over the sensitive clit before Clarke’s lips are on it again and Lexa forces her eyes closed so hard she sees dancing colors behind her pupils as her orgasm swiftly approaches.

“Fuck! Fuck, Clarke, I’m cumming, I-”

She barely manages to find the shower switch to hold on to before she falls apart, the fingers intertwined with blonde hair forcing Clarke’s face closer to her center as she cums the hardest she recalls cumming. Much gentler, Clarke’s tongue continues to circle her clit, helping her through her climax. Lexa comes down from her high slowly, the hand on her thigh rubbing comforting circles and allowing her the time to regain her breath, although the effort is made null the moment she looks down at Clarke and watches her deliver one final long lick alongside the length of her entrance, gathering the remainder of her release with her tongue. There are droplets on her chin, ones Lexa is sure are not only from the water that pours down on them both.

Clarke feels like she is in a trance with Lexa’s taste on her tongue. She has never tasted the nectar of the gods, but she is sure what she just tasted is as close as she’s gonna get. When she finally looks up at Lexa’s face, her dick, now uncomfortably hard inside the soaked underwear, pulses. Hooded eyes have little of the light green present as Lexa looks down at her, a post-orgasm bliss written all over her face, lips parted to let out the smallest puffs of air. She looks angelic like this, the water gathering at the edge of her chest dripping from her nipples, sliding down to the small pouch of her stomach before they trace the curve of her crotch and mix with the wetness that drips from her cunt. 

The sudden urge to take Lexa’s lips in hers overcomes her and Clarke rises quickly but not before allowing her bottom lip to graze Lexa’s body on the way up, leaving a trail of Lexa’s own release in her wake. Lexa moans as Clarke’s lips finally find hers again, allowing her to taste herself in her mouth. They stay there for a while, doing nothing more than kissing, slower now, passion replacing desperation. 

But Lexa is impatient and needs to feel more of Clarke, a need that has now grown to desperation as her hands drop to Clarke’s chest, tugging at the fabric that still hides what Lexa so desperately wants. Feeling, and hearing, Lexa’s impatience, Clarke moves to removed the two pieces of fabric that separate her fully from the naked girl’s body, allowing the kiss to break only momentarily for the fabric of the bra to leave her body completely.

Now without any barriers between herself and Clarke’s skin, Lexa wastes no time at letting her hand reach for its  prize. And just as quickly as it holds it, Lexa lets out a gasp into Clarke’s lips, one that makes Clarke instantly smirk. Try as she might, Clarke’s breast is simply too much for her entire hand to wrap around fully. The notion sends a new throbbing heat to Lexa’s core, made no better by Clarke’s hand covering her, encouraging her to squeeze. As she does a moan leaves Clarke, low and raspy, encouraging Lexa to do it again just so she can hear the older woman moan again. 

Soon her other hands feels empty, but Lexa does not want it filled with Clarke’s boob. Instead it searches lower, quickly finding Clarke’s throbbing boner between them. 

And if Clarke’s chest made Lexa gasp, what leaves her mouth as she can barely wrap her hands around Clarke’s hard cock can only be described as a moan of anticipation.

“God, Clarke…”

Clarke is unable to utter a word at the feeling of Lexa’s warm hand around her shaft, making her breathing heavy and her mind blank, "Lexa..."

"You’re… so fucking beautiful Clarke. Fuck. you- you drive me insane" 

The admission seems to make Clarke regain a little bit of her posture.

“I drive you crazy? Me?" She asks, perplexed, getting closer to Lexa as the girl’s breathing hitches at the feeling, "do you know how crazy you drive me? You are a fucking vixen is what you are. Do you think I don't see the way you shake your hips when you walk? How you touch me when you don’t need to?"

Distracted by the closeness of Clarke’s body, their chests now pressed against one another, she is powerless to stop Clarke from turning them around, hands and chest against the wall as Clarke presses her boner against her ass, speaking directly into her ear, "the way you lift your ass knowing I’ll stare? This- fuck, this fucking masterpiece of an ass." 

Sure to drive her point across, Clarke delivered a slap to her cheek, making Lexa moan and yelp all at once.

 "Shit! Clarke please... please" 

"Please what, baby?" 

"Oh fuck, please fuck me. I need you inside please." 

Clarke is too weak, and too hard, to deny her plea. She positions herself with Lexa’s entrance, applying just a little force on the small of her back so she’ll bend down further, smiling when Lexa immediately does. She pumps a couple of time, groaning at how painfully hard her dick is, gathering any pre-cum and coating her shaft with it. 

She won’t go fully inside, Clarke is aware her length is an acquired size and hurting Lexa is simply not something she is willing to risk.

Lexa feels it immediately. She is wet and loose from the last orgasm, her entrance not offering much resistance to Clarke as she enters her, despite the clear girth of it that fills Lexa to the limit. Whatever Lexa was dreaming of before Clarke pulled the shower curtain back, it could never compare to this. Not in her wildest imagination- fuck!

“Oh God!” Lexa moans as Clarke starts to thrust, long, slow thrusts, allowing Lexa to get used to her length, building her pace with each new thrush before she lets herself fully go, fucking Lexa hard and fast, completely losing herself in the feeling of Lexa’s walls around her.

Fuck, when was the last time Clarke was inside a cunt this tight? She is so glad for the shower that continues to pour down on them, muffling the perverted sound of her front slapping against the roundness of Lexa’s ass and the moans that leave them both. 

Clarke’s hands finds leverage on Lexa’s chest, taking one of her boobs fully in her hand, squeezing and massaging at it hard, each added pressure making Lexa’s walls clench around Clarke’s length so deliciously. It is when Clarke’s hand slip and takes a hold of Lexa’s nipple that the young girl’s head fall backwards on to her shoulder, eyes half closed and glassed over, her entire body shaking with the force of Clarke’s thrusts, puffy red lips parted as moan after moan leaves.

With a loving hand on her chin, Clarke kisses her, mid-moan.

Because what else is she fucking supposed to do? This girl drives her crazy time and time again, no matter just how much younger she is. And fuck if she doesn’t have a way to make Clarke feel good about herself. Lexa looks at her like she wants her. Like Clarke is someone to lust after. And Lexa is so young, so fucking gorgeous and hot, the type of girl who should not be chasing after a woman Clarke’s age and yet she seems to be as turned on by Clarke as Clarke is by her.

“Clarke… you feel so good inside of me.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She’s nearly there, she can feel it. Just a few more thrust and-

Fuck.

“Lexa! Lexa, I have to pull out!” Fuck. A fucking condom, she can’t believe she didn’t even think of it.

Lexa’s eyes snap fully opened now, panic, “No!! Inside Clarke, please. Fill me!”

“Lexa.” Clarke moans at Lexa’s request. Shit.

“Fuck" 

Fuck, fuck. She shouldn’t Holy fuck, she shouldn’t. Fuck, she hopes Lexa’s on the pill, it’s too late to pull out now, Her head falls to Lexa’s shoulder, hands firmly on her hips holding her in place, shooting load after load inside of her.

“Lexa! Fuck!”

The sound of someone entering the locker room echoes through the empty room and causes them to freeze as the water of the shower, long since turned cold, cools their feverish bodies.

Clarke pulls out carefully, both groaning quietly, awaiting the sound of the shower turning on before daring to move. As quickly as she can Clarke gathers her soaking wet clothes, questioning what the fuck she just did.

"Clarke..." she hears Lexa whisper behind her.

She's holding her self against the wall, her entire still body shaking. Yeah, Clarke forgot just how good at fucking she can be. She remembers how Niylah couldn't even move out the bed sometimes afterwards. 

Still, she softens at the sight. Lexa is beautiful and Clarke has never been able to deny that, particularly when she looks like this, this post orgasm glow, chest rising rapidly as she gathers herself… Her cunt still dripping with Clarke’s cum.

Fuck.

This was a mistake. Clarke is so much older and she has a kid and surely  Lexa doesn't want to ruin her life by being with someone who has lived so much more than she has, who is ready to settle into  a quieter life while Lexa has barely lived a loud one.

Clarke is ready to tell her as such.

But when Lexa smiles softly and pulls her in for a more gentle, sweet kiss, Clarke does nothing but kiss back.

“You should go. I’ll call you later.” When Clarke does not move, instead stares at her with a droopy, smiley expression, Lexa cannot help but smile too. “Go. I’ll wait until you leave and get out too.”

Clarke does as she’s  told. Although not before, and against her better judgment kissing Lexa one last time and rushing to her locker. She dresses in a daze and is only when she is nearly at her driveway that she questions what the fuck did she just got herself into.

[sunskate]

CPom won an award from the Professional Skaters Association based on their performance at Nationals 🥳😍

[virtchandmoir]

JackVanD: Some great panels today at C2 Montreal from some phenomenal people in pro sports talking about unity, tenacity and thriving with competitors, including skateboarding pioneer @tonyhawk and Canadian figure skating icon @ScottMoir.

[mattscoquette]

Yall I feel like the wear houses 79 isn’t really a thing anymore I’ve been keeping up with it. the account hasn’t been active since like June 2023 they don’t talk about it anymore and the green coach that used to be in there is now in Chris’s room and there nail girl awhile ago posted and deleted a video of them after a few min and there was a bunch of boxes in the back.. idk but it might be coming to an end

idkkk they still seem like they r doing merch stuff there a lot but i agree like laura and madi don’t seem to be a part anymore. ik a photo dump pic from a couple weeks ago was at the warehouse

[mac-lilly]

BTTMW4 recap

Well, here we go ...

General

As most of you heard, last year's con, BTTMW2, with 14 guests was a fucked-up fiasco. This one ... wasn't anywhere near as bad.

(Though, tbf, there was no way for a con to be worse than last year's edition. Even the DI staff said that.)

There was better communication and fewer delays. And the cast didn't look like they were about to keel over any second.

There were even actual JATP panels! On both days! With all of the cast being present! All the time! And they actually got to talk about their show and other projects.

After three years, there wasn't much new information. The cast talking about the props they received (in Owen's case: stole) from the set was the most interesting thing.

Though Charlie talking about how he got sent to community theater bc he kept playing air guitar at his hockey games was so freaking adorable. And it felt so Luke.

The party ... and the "JATP concert"

So, while BTTMW4 was a fantastic experience in general, the party was a huge disappointment.

We already had a bad start. One of my friends is in a wheelchair, and the main access to the room was via a few steps. What kind of genius idea was this, DI?! It took them quite a few minutes to figure out how to get her down to the room. On the way back, I followed her. It was like an escape game.

So, yeah, not the ideal start.

And it didn't get much better. After last year's experience, I stayed away from the food. As cute as it looked, I wasn't keen on getting a Sunset Curve experience again.

Now the "JATP concert"

Well, it wasn't a "JATP concert". It was mostly Madi performing her own music. The closest we got to a JATP concert was her singing along to "Stand Tall" - the song was playing while the cast entered the room.

It was obvious that the guys didn't want to get on stage and sing. That's absolutely understandable. But then DI shouldn't have advertised it as a JATP concert. There were people who paid €220 for this party just to see the JATP concert. I'd be fuming if I had paid for that. (Please, don't get me wrong. Madi has an amazing voice. Unfortunately, her music doesn't do it any justice. And the terrible playback made it worse.)

So, anyway, yeah, not a good concert. The party got slightly better after the concert. Brenna D'Amico saved the party by getting on stage and doing group karaoke with the fans.

Random thoughts and occurrences:

Owen saying that this year was the first time he didn't get a gift for Nikolaus was heartbreaking

Owen with his giant emotional support candy cane - adorkable

The Chowen meeting room was exactly as messed up as a friend and I predicted - two independent conversations in one room: The French fans chatting with Charlie and the rest of us talking to Owen in English. (How the French girls actually understood Charlie's archaic French - no clue. Magic.)

I got nervous when I gave Charlie his ghosties. He squeezed the bag, noticed the content was squishy, and asked if he should keep his dog away from it ... RIP Ghosties - they'll be Koa's snack.

The ones who actually looked into their bags (Sacha, Madi & Owen) said they liked the ghosties.

We got a video message from Kenny, saying he's working on some theatre productions. (I really hope he didn't ditch us bc of Zac's star on the Walk of Fame, though.)

The hotel charged €14 for a footlong sandwich. WTF?! I didn't buy one, but I kinda want to know what was on this sandwich. €14 ... even at overpriced train station shops, I get 3 sandwiches for the same price. The hotel was pretty fancy, though.

Today is Bart Johnson's (Coach Bolton) birthday. At the closing ceremony, right after DI said again that it would be the last con, he got a birthday cake, and he was asked to make a wish. So he said: "BTTMW5"! The faces of the DI bosses were priceless.

Honestly, it looks like DI might cave and do another edition. But who knows.

Fun fact: While my souvenir is COVID, all my friends got influenza. WTF?!

There are probably more things to talk about, but my brain is too foggy to come up with more stuff. So that's what you get for now.

[anewbeginningagain]

It seems like IAMO are avoiding taking on too many teams rn to avoid biting off more than they can chew, but I wonder if they'd be willing to take on B/B. Madi would be great for them, they could get some decent packaging for once. Canada really needs to shore up its pipeline for when G/P retire, it can't all be on Lala's shoulders.

I think it's the right decision, and they also seem to be taking teams that mostly fit their vibe.

I don't know if B/B will be a good fit, did we have a team that was trained by Carol Lane and moved to another coach? I think B/B should look at the teams around them mostly stagnating (aside from G/P who are also not reaching their potential) and make a decision, it doesn't have to be IAM or IAMO but they can't look at the last 1.5 years in seniors and think things are going well...