#like make sure he would fucking say that. yknow

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

so, ive been brewing a little crossover between tf2 and the oc lore my moirail and i made up, which i do talk and write fic about outside of my interactions with him.

am i allowed to write fic for the crossover? i feel safest in general contributing to the fandom via this crossover because, at least in my mind - and im well aware i may be completely insane - if i make content for just plain tf2 and accidentally get one of the characters wrong, anyone can just waltz up into my comments section and scream at me about it. but this crossover is taking the characters into My Domain, which makes it Rude to yell at me if i make characterization mistake

I think you should stop worrying abt what other people think and just do whatever! I have gotten many an ask in which some anon angrily declares that my headcanon is wrong and theirs is right but it's like. That's not going to change my opinion lol! Some people aren't going to like your fic or agree with your interpretations and that's fine, maturity and civility is recognizing that Everyone Is Valid(tm) and just like. Living and letting live. I am very close friends with people who have VERY different opinions on tf2 men than me bc I am normal. Putting ur art out publicly means potentially opening doors to criticism, but also you're allowed to ignore it! Also I will note that whenever I've been very worried abt posting something I think people will hate people are always absolutely lovely to me about it. Basically, go for it man

[valentjin]

i wish we could do this instead of killing him 😇

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+bonus shot that looks nice but didn't fit so well when put in sequence with the others

[bonetrousledbones]

whatever you do DON’T think about how papyrus undertale’s biggest motivations lie in encouraging the people around him to improve themselves and finding the joy in friendship and how he doesn’t have any of that in deltarune whatsoever and instead he’s just hiding inside of a dark house while everyone else is outside going about their lives relatively fine without him just dont think about it

[melvinthedepressedrobot]

so like. hypothetically if you were in some kind of group and a new person joined and said they remember knowing you like a decade ago but you don't remember them, how well would you take it if they suddenly came up to you a couple of weeks later and said "hey, I know you said you don't remember me and my memory is pretty fuzzy too but I think I was kinda of a dick to you sometimes and I feel like I owe you an apology for that"?

[asgardian--angels]

you know it's bad when tumblr's being the more mature social media site when it comes to rancid takes on izzy's death

[moodr1ng]

were all for prison abolition and transformative justice until i say "the man who abused me as a young teen is not in a place where he has access to children or women so i dont want to pursue any judicial action against him, and also i understand that while the abuse he put me through was extreme and awful, he was young, traumatized, endured abused himself, and abusing multiple substances and i dont believe he is the same person he was at the time", at which point everyone looks at me with pity and concern and tells me i dont have to make excuses for him and im allowed to hate him and etc etc. like yeah i do hate him. im capable of thinking past hatred, being reasonable about the situation, and maintaining my political ideals even when it comes to things personal to me, so that when i say "everyone deserves a chance at rehabilitation" i dont conveniently make an exception for the guy who hurt me personally.. anyway.

[theokusgallery]

#if you had any hope nick could ever be redeemable here's your sign that that's just not gonna happen

Bold of you to assume we don't want to make him worse

LMAO that's the spirit

[the-acid-pear]

I never tried the option myself bc it'd probably mean skipping the Reason You Suck speech at the end (fire for speedrunners though) but I Love that you can frame your Phoneys in 3, especially so if you've already killed the previous two. Like yeah couldn't send you off to die so i'll let the goverment do it for me 🧸 like its just Peak evil imo.

[astranauticus]

brb im gonna go find a place to Scream

[mishkakagehishka]

I had a thought

What if Mika's plans for after graduation are to leave Valkyrie to develop his own art without relying on Shu

sweatdrops. ough. i've a feeling it's probably in some way gonna make shu feel like he's being abandoned because idk if i were to write some conflict that involves shu's grandfather dying. might as well make him feel like when it rains it pours, right? i think it'd be interesting, although we have to keep in mind that shu wants mika to be more independent.... though of course grief can cause regression very easily.

[piplupod]

one of the cashiers at the grocery store i go to is so fucking fixated on shoplifters and it drives me crazy any time i check out through him (i try to avoid him but his checkout is often the most open/empty - hm! i wonder why! - and im often on a tight schedule w the bus). he brings up shoplifters every opportunity he gets and he seems so convinced that theyre a huge problem.

BUT WHAT REALLY GETS ME ,,, is that today the customer in front of me was needing a price check on one of the items bc it should've come out to be cheaper, so he was kind of apologetic abt it and saying "ah well, yknow, six dollars is six dollars, especially with how expensive groceries are right now" and i was nodding and agreeing (trying to show that i dont mind the wait and also solidarity my guy good for u for speaking up and getting the price fixed on that) AND THE CASHIER AGREES. FULLY ACKNOWLEDGES AND BEMOANS THE FACT THAT GROCERIES ARE CRAZY RN. AND THEN GOES ON TO COMPLAIN ABOUT SHOPLIFTERS. HUH ??????

so you agree that groceries are unreasonably expensive... and that sometimes ppl can't afford them... and yet ....................

[mechawolfie]

i like clone wars but this current arc centers on Jar Jar Binks of all characters and let me tell you the lord is fucking testing me with this one

[dutybcrne]

Okay, I had more thinkings abt Hidden Strife. And lemme tell you, the timeline of Diluc’s departure of the Knights, his fight with Kae and him leaving Mond is WILD to me cuz it goes like:

On Diluc birthday, he and Crepus face Ursa the Drake and Crepus dies, due to, by Kaeya's thoughts in the manga & Vision Story, having been mercy killed by Luc himself

Luc resigns from the Knights after they try to defame Crepus and deny him the proper recognition of what transpired. According to the manga, this is where Diluc also abandons his Vision. Which MEANS

When Kaeya admits to Diluc that he was left in Mond as an agent of Khaenri’ah and they fight, Diluc’s flames that night were in fact the Delusion’s fire, not Vision based

Implied by a staff member of Winery’s letters (see number 14) Kaeya chose to stay at Knights HQ barracks/elsewhere of the Winery after this. At this time, he writes a private letter abt how he supposes he deserved Diluc’s wrath and that doesn’t blame him for anything.

Soon after, Kaeya writes his first letter to Diluc, telling him he doesn’t have to answer back, but even knowing Diluc wouldn’t want to receive anything from him, he still wants Luc to know Eroch ( guy who covered up the Ursa incident to ‘protect’ the Knights’ reputation, stole credit for slaying Ursa, and angered Luc enough to quit the Knights ) is being investigated by Varka’s inner circle. Which is INSANE, giving away such confidential information to an outsider of the knights, even if it IS Diluc, ESP via letter. No answer back from Diluc ( though for good reason in addition to his emotional turmoil/potential resentment, considering the former thought ).

Diluc decides to leave Mondstadt to pursue leads on the Fatui and the Delusion ( maybe prompted to get to the root of the problem? ).

Kaeya writes a second letter detailing that both he and Jean found out his plans. While Jean wanted to write to him to stay, Kaeya encouraged her to not do so and actively encouraged Luc to leave. No one else knows Diluc is leaving otherwise, because Kaeya tells Luc to leave at night and the soonest he can to avoid having to make anyone else sad over him leaving with goodbyes he’d have make. No answer back.

Diluc heckin leaves

Another letter from Kaeya following up tells Diluc Varka gave Jean the power to investigate AND punish Eroch for what he’s done, but he thinks the matter won’t be so simple even after he’s caught. But tells Diluc to wait for the good news. No answer back.

Varka at this time is, implied by his letter to Diluc, already away from Mond, so he wasn't present for Crepus' death nor Kaeya and Diluc's fight. But he is aware of what’s happened thanks to Jean’s letter, and gives his condolences. He reiterates what Kaeya said abt giving Jean authority over this case ( so no one else knows Kaeya is one-sidedly corresponding to Diluc at this point? 🤔 ) and adds he wants Diluc to stay with the Knights.

Diluc replies he has no intentions to stay with them ( if nothing goes wrong, so he MIGHT rejoin if it is extremely needed? 🤔 ), but thanks Varka for the letter anyway and wishes him well.

Alice gets involved bc Klee remarked to her that it’s been ages since she saw Luc, Alice tells Luc to travel aaaall over Teyvat and that she’s sorry what what happened to Crepus. She also reaffirms she believes Diluc is still kind and gentle, in spite of appearances.

Luc says he planned to travel more and tells her Klee is welcome at the Winery while he’s gone.

Implied to be Elzer states Kaeya just came back to Winery after taking leave for a few days and is currently staying in his old bedroom. It is remarked they Know Diluc would have never turned away Kaeya if he were there, and that Kaeya's presence livened up the place for them ( they missed him ;-; ).

Kaeya sends Diluc a letter saying he’s noticed a particular group of men whose employees seem to hang around Angels Share and dangerous places outside Mond’s main city. Tells Luc he thinks they’re associated with Diluc and claims the notes they dropped written in code were hard to see with a blinded eye.

Diluc’s first recorded reply to one of Kae’s letters. Acknowledges Kaeya’s observations and chides him for bringing up his eyes in his letters bc he’s not actually blinded in That eye ( implying not only are those men Indeed keeping an eye on things for him in Mondstadt, but also many MORE cases where Kaeya’s sent letters to Diluc regarding his eyes? )

Kaeya replies he didn’t intentionally mean for Luc to think so, though it WAS scarred ( Notably, Kaeya remarked previously that he was completely okay with Luc thinking he was left blinded by his attack in his private box/see 4 ). Kaeya closes this letter by saying Eroch was punished, and he's going to celebrate for himself and Diluc, bc he knows Diluc isn't the sort to do such things.

The Return of the King ( Diluc comes back to Mond sometime after reading Kae's letter )

[reinabeestudio]

And what if I did it. What if I translated this thing to Spanish for fun

[qqueenofhades]

I've seen a lot of doom today. Thank you for the bracing positivity!

Look man, idk if I would call it positivity. I'm fucking furious that the media and/or the billionaire class could have chosen at any time, ANY TIME, to carry out this coordinated ratfucking on Trump, and nope, they did it to Biden. Not coincidentally after he openly started espousing even more leftist/progressive tax and wealth policies. I'm also fairly certain that Putin (who is well used to playing the American elections ratfucking game) is involved here somehow, because he desperately wants Biden out and Trump back in. Two plus two, etc.

The elected Democrats who went along with this and/or who contributed to fucking Biden over also have a hell of a lot to answer for, and I hope we, the voters, let them fucking know. The only way this makes sense is if Biden is actively dying of Covid right now and/or if it's bad enough to permanently damage him. In that case, he might have had a modicum of actual say about this, rather than falling victim to the Anonymous Sources who stabbed him in the back every step of the way.

That said: Kamala is a genuinely good candidate. I am excited to have the chance to vote for her. This does turn the whole Referendum on Two Old White Men With Mental Issues narrative on its head. She might be able to reach some constituencies that Biden couldn't. I don't know for sure if all the Democratic/never-Trump GOP votes will translate, but I am so motherfucking tired of fascists thinking this will be a walk in the park. They asked for this, they fucking got it, people are really fucking mad (including me and like, everyone), and if all this maneuvering gets our first female AND Black president, the fascists are going to absolutely fucking lose it and cry for eons. And idk about you, but I want to see some sore loser fuckboys cry cry cry. I want revenge for 2016. I want Trump dead and fucking gone and yknow, Black women have played a huge role in his bad bad times so far. So it's only fair, I suppose, that Kamala gets the chance to finish the motherfucker off. I don't know if it's positivity, but that's what is fueling me right now. So yeah.

[bsturnzmtt]

That’s what friends are for (part 2) - M. Sturniolo

Best friends to lovers

Part 1 here

Paring: softdom! Matt x innocent! Reader

Contains/warnings: manipulation, inexperienced reader, fingering, oral (both receiving), loss of innocence kinda, loss of virginity, pet names, p in v, aftercare, praise kink.

Summary: You go crying to Matt after a group of "friends' laughed at your innocence and inexperience. So Matt decides to help you…

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He smiles softly, his thumb continuing to stroke your lower lip. "Of course, princess. We can stay right here." His other hand still on your thigh, he gives a gentle squeeze, his thumb rubbing small circles on your skin. He pulls the covers over you both, tucking you in close to his side.

It’s been a week since what happened with Matt. You haven’t seen him since. But you can’t stop thinking about him, how good he made you feel. Every time you think about him or think about what happened, you feel tingles down there. Sometimes at night you can’t help but touch yourself down there, but it was never the same. You would spend one or two hours trying to feel that release that he made you feel but, nothing.

Today Matt texted you and asked you if you wanted to come over to his place to watch a movie and maybe bake some cookies. You couldn’t deny to that. You loved the idea of watching a movie with your best friend, and you absolutely love baking. Not to mention cookies are one of your favourite pastries. You find it weird Matt texted you to come over and bake some cookies. Matt was never really into baking, many times you’ve invited him over to your place to bake he would just sit there and tell you, how bad he is at baking and that he doesn’t really enjoy it. But you quickly push those thoughts aside thinking he maybe found a passion for baking, just like you did.

Matt opens the door, he smiles warmly when he sees you, his eyes scanning you up and down hungrily. He's wearing a simple white t-shirt and some pijama pants, looking effortlessly charming as always. "Hey there, beautiful," he says, giving you a gentle hug. "Glad you could make it.”

You hug back. “Hiii” you say sounding excited. “You know I can’t deny an invitation that’s includes baking”

He chuckles, the sound low and warm against your ear as he holds you close. "Oh, I know" he murmurs, his hands gently squeezing your waist. “But, yknow… I say we chill first, we could get comfy, catch up.” he says, a hint of mischief in his eyes. He leads you to the living room, where a cozy atmosphere awaits you.

“Yeah, sure” you say a little nervous. Having him this close made you feel those tingles down there.

He raises an eyebrow at your response "Good girl" He smirks as he senses your nervousness and he doesn’t miss the opportunity to press on it. He sits down on the large couch before pulling you down to sit in between his legs. His arms snakes around your waist, his hands resting under your shirt. Your cheeks turn a cute shade of pink.

He leans in, his lips grazing your ear as he whispers "You're so cute when you blush" His hands start to slide further up your stomach, fingertips brushing the underside of your breasts, teasing and exploratory. His touch making you gasp and shiver at the contact, he chuckles lowly. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

His hands continue their tantalizing journey, fingertips dancing across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He cups your breasts, thumbs gently circling your sensitive nipples, the sensation sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. “Fuck, you’re not wearing a bra.” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear, causing a new wave of shivers down your spine.

Your breathing start to get heavy. You lean your head back closing your eyes, and biting your lip, enjoying the sensation.

He smiles against your skin, feeling your body respond to his touch. He squeezes your breasts gently, continuing to tease your nipples. His touches become more insistent, squeezing a little harder, kneading and massaging. His mouth latches onto the side of your neck, peppering kisses and sucks. He smirks and sucks on the soft spot on your neck, knowing it will leave a mark. He moves his hands away from your breasts and trails them slowly down, slipping under the waistband of your pants.

You let out soft moans and squirm under his touch. When you feel his hands trailing down the waistband of your pants you gently stop his hands. “Matt-… I-”

He pauses at your gentle protest, his fingers still teasing the edges of your underwear. He looks at you with a mischievous grin, his eyes dark with desire. "What's wrong, baby? You don't want me to touch you there?" he teases, his voice low and husky.

“I don’t think this is a good idea…” you say quietly.

He chuckles, the sound sending a vibration through you as his lips still linger on your neck. "What's not a good idea? Me touching you?" He continues to play with your underwear, tracing the outline of your core through the fabric. "I think it feels pretty good, don't you?" his tone is soothing, gentle, like he's trying to coax you into submission. “We've done this before, haven't we?" His hands slide back up to cup your breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles over your nipples. "You liked it then, didn't you?"

“I- uhmm… yes” you say gently as your thighs squeeze together at the memory.

A low, satisfied hum escapes him as he feels your legs press together, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's my good girl," he coos, his thumb and forefinger pinching your nipple, rolling it between them. "You remember how good I can make you feel, don't you?"

You nod slowly.

"Then what's the problem now?" He asks, his voice still low and seductive. He smirks, feeling the shift in your thighs, the clenching of your muscles, he knows he has you. "Mmm, I remember how sweet you tasted that night," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "So innocent, so responsive." A smug smile crosses his lips as he continues to manipulate your body, feeling it respond to his touch despite your initial hesitation. “Tell me… have you thought about me, after that night?” His fingers continue to play with your nipples, teasing them into hard peaks.

“Y-yes…” you say feeling embarrassed.

"You have?" He asks, playing innocent despite knowing full well that he's had a hold of you since that fateful night. "And…Have you touched yourself, thinking of me?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand moves from your breast to the waistband of your underwear teasingly close, but never touching, only prolonging the need building within you.

You nearly gasp at his question. “I- I’ve tried…” you say nervously.

A low, approving chuckle escapes him at your admission, his eyes darkening with desire. "Tried?" He teases, his hand still hovering just above your pant line. "Oh, I bet you have," his eyes darkening with desire as he imagines you pleasuring yourself, thinking of him. "I bet you've rubbed your little clit, imagining my fingers inside you, my tongue on your sweet pussy." He smirks, knowing he's hit a sensitive spot. His hand doesn't move from the waistband of your undergarments, teasing and taunting you with its proximity. "Tell me more, baby. How often do you touch yourself, thinking about what we did that night?"

You stay silent for a few seconds, feeling embarrassed. “A lot… but I- I couldn’t-…”

He smirks, knowing exactly what you're trying to say, and his ego swells at the thought of you touching yourself, trying to imitate the pleasure he'd given you that night. "Mmm, couldn't what, baby?" He coaxes, his voice dripping with seduction. "Come on, you can tell me. Did you get close, but just couldn't make yourself cum like I did? Did you need my fingers and my tongue to make you fall apart?" he asks, tilting your chin up with a finger so you're forced to look at him. He smirks down at you, clearly enjoying your embarrassment and vulnerability.

“Mhm” you nod.

His smirk widens at your quiet admission, and he hooks his finger under the waistband of your panties, teasingly pulling them away from your skin. He knows exactly where he can take this conversation, exactly how he can torture you now. “I can help you with that, only if you help me after.” He says with a smirk. “After all, we’re best friends. And best friends help each other, right?” He says, his voice full of lust and desire.

“…yes” you say quietly.

He grins, pleased with your agreement, and slides his hand back to cup your sex, feeling the dampness that has soaked through your panties. "Good girl," he praises, rubbing his thumb over your clit through the fabric. “You’ll help me, right? You promise?”

“Mmh” you whimper and close your eyes. “Yes Matt”

He grins and begins to rub your clit more insistently, the sound of your whimpers and moans driving him crazy with lust. “You’re soaking wet, baby. You want me, don’t you?” He whispers gruffly in your ear. “Say it.”

“Yes Matt… please” you moan.

His breath hitches as you cry out his name, clearly needy and begging for him. He carries you and takes you to his room, and gently puts you on his bed.

He stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a hungry gaze. "Take off your top," he commands softly, his voice laced with desire. "I want to see those beautiful breasts again."

You take your top off.

He watches you undress, his gaze fixing on your exposed breasts. He can’t help but lick his lips as he drinks in the sight of them, the soft pink nipples already hardening in anticipation. "Fuck," he murmurs, climbing onto the bed and crawling towards you.

He can see the desire in your eyes, and it only fuels his own lust. He wastes no time in burying his face between your breasts, kissing and sucking on the soft flesh, his tongue swirling around your nipples as he does so.

“Mmmh” you whine.

He groans at the sound you make, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He pulls back and looks at you, his eyes shining with a naughty glint. "Be a good girl, and take off your panties." He whispers, biting his lip.

You obediently take off your pants and panties. "Mmm, good girl." He compliments, watching as you undress. His gaze darkens as he sees your bare pussy on display for him, already glistening with wetness. He rewards you with another kiss, this time more passionate and urgent. He can't help but let out a low growl as he feels the wetness of your pussy against him, his cock straining against his jeans. "You're so fucking wet for me." He leans down to place gentle kisses on your stomach, his lips trailing lower and lower until finally he reaches the apex of your thighs. "Spread your legs for me," he commands, pushing them apart.

You spread your legs open.

With your legs spread, he can fully see your glistening pussy and he licks his lips in hunger. He begins to lightly tease you, blowing on your clit and swirling his tongue around your entrance. He wants to hear you moan, wants to make you squirm with pleasure.

“Mmhp oh my god Matt” you moan as your hands go to grip his hair.

"Mmm, that's right baby. Moan for me." He growls, nipping at your thigh. With more purpose now, he begins to eat you out, his tongue swirling around and teasing your clit before plunging into your needy hole. He loves the way your hands grip his hair, holding him in place as he devours you.

Your mouth only letting out moans and whimpers in response.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he groans, continuing his relentless assault on your pussy. His fingers dig into your thighs as he eats you out, his tongue delving deep into your wet heat, stroking your walls and flicking your clit with maddening precision.

You feel your pussy clenching, indicating that you’re close. Embarrassingly close after he barely started eating you out. “Mmh Matt.. I- I think-”

"Come on baby, let it happen. Give in to it." He urges, doubling his efforts. He sucks hard on your clit, flicking it rapidly with his tongue as he pushes a finger inside you, curling it to stroke that sweet spot deep within.

“Mmhp Matt.. oh god” you cum.

"That's it baby, let go. Give me all of that sweet cum." He groans, drinking up every last drop of your release, sucking and licking you clean until there's nothing left but the soft whimpers of pleasure escaping your lips. You finally release your grip from his hair.

"Hmmm...good girl." He smirks up at you, a satisfied glint in his eyes. "You taste amazing, He murmurs, licking his lips. "Mmm, I could do that all day." He says, kissing his way up your body before resting his head on your chest. He nuzzles against your breasts, listening to the sound of your heartbeat as it gradually returns to normal. He lifts his head up and looks at you. “Now it’s your turn to help me. Remember you promised?”

You nod nervously. “H- how do I help you?”

A sly grin spreads across his face as he notices your nervousness. "Just relax, I'll guide you. First, undo my pants." He directs as he sits down on the bed.

You sit up on the bed and nervously guide your hands to his belt.

"Good girl, now slowly unbuckle it." He encourages. Watching as you fumble with his belt, trying to keep your hands from shaking too much. "There you go." He murmurs when the buckle finally clicks open. His shaft is visible through his pants now.

You finish unbuckling his belt and fully take it off.

"Good job." He praises, leaning in and giving you a soft kiss. "Now, take my pants off." He whispers against your lips. His hands moving to help you slip his pants and underwear down. His cock springing free, already hard and throbbing.

“What do I do now?” You ask feeling confused and nervous.

He chuckles softly, seeing the look of innocence and confusion in your eyes. "You can use your hands at first." he suggests, guiding one of his hands over his hard member. "Stroke it up and down, like this." he demonstrates slowly.

You nervously use your hand that barely fits around his cock to stroke it up and down.

"That's it, just like that. Don't be shy, you can use both hands if you want." He encourages, his breathing picking up as you experiment with different strokes, getting a feel for his thick, pulsing length. "Oh, fuck yeah, right there..." He moans softly as your inexperienced hands try their best to satisfy him.

You speed up a little more using your both hands.

"Fuck, yes... Oh God, that's good." Matt growls. His head falls back as he enjoys the feeling of your soft hands on cock. His hips bucking slightly as you find a rhythm that makes him groan in pleasure.

“I- im i doing it correctly?” You ask nervously.

"Fuck, yes... you're doing it perfectly." He reassures you, reaching down to gently push your hands away. "But I want to feel your mouth on me now." He murmurs seductively.

“W-what?” You ask.

"You've been doing so well, but I want to try something else now..." he coaxes you, his voice soft and persuasive. “Just get on your knees for me.”

You get on the floor and on your knees in front of him.

"Good girl." He murmurs, leaning down to stroke your cheek gently. He then guides your head closer to his cock and nudges it against your lips, coating them in a trail of salty precum. He looks down at you, his lust-filled eyes full of dark promises. "Open your mouth." he commands gently.

You slowly open your mouth.

He smiles at your obedience before he slowly feeds his cock into your mouth. "Oh fuck... open wider now..." He whispers. "That's it, nice and open for me." He praises. "Now, suck on it gently like a lollipop" He instructs, his breath hitching in anticipation. “Fuck” he says letting out a low moan of pure pleasure as he watches you struggle to accommodate him.

You start sucking on it gently trying to get used to it.

"Mmm, that's it... oh fuck, just like that. You're such a good girl, taking my cock like that." He praises, his hands gently tangling in your hair as you bob your head. "Keep sucking, nice and slow. I'm going to give you a special treat."

As you keep sucking and your head goes deeper into his cock you gag a little.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good.” He says, his grip tightening a little in your hair. "That's it, keep gagging on my cock... mmm perfect.. you're such a filthy girl" He starts to thrust his hips a little so that you gag more and more on his cock as he starts to face-fuck you. His cock hits the back of your throat, causing another wave of gagging but he doesn’t stop until you get used to it.

"Ungh, yeah. Fuck..." He is now face fucking you relentlessly, his cock gushing pre cum down your throat. "Look at you, gagging so prettily on my cock. Such a girl.” He moans. “I'm going to fill this pretty mouth of yours soon enough." He teases, his thrusts growing more forceful as he fucks your face harder, chasing his pleasure. Tears start falling down your cheek at the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

"Oh, fuck yeah... you're so beautiful like this." he smirks as he sees the tears forming in your eyes, clearly loving the way you look as you get facefucked relentlessly by his cock, oblivious to the pain and struggle you're enduring. “I’m gonna cum”

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" He groans as his cock throbs and pulses, unloading a thick load of cum deep into your mouth. "Swallow it all, like a good girl." he commands, holding your head in place as he fills you with every last drop of his seed.

“Good girl, every last drop.” He says as he pulls his hips back. He sighs, running his hands through your hair affectionately as you sit there, his cum dripping down your chin and onto your chest. "You did so well, baby. Such a good girl for me."

You sit there trying to catch your breath.

"Take a deep breath, sweetheart" He coos, gently stroking your hair as you slowly come back to reality. He looks at you with pride and adoration in his eyes before leaning down to press a tender kiss on your lips.

“W-was it good?” You ask feeling nervous.

"More than good, baby. You made me feel so fucking good." He smiles warmly at you, his hands still cradling your face lovingly as if you are the most precious thing in the world to him. "I'm so proud of you for being such a good girl for me."

You smile softly at him, feeling happy that you made him feel good. You stand up and sit next to him.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his warm embrace. He presses a kiss to your forehead. He whispers in your ear, "you are my good girl… You know, I have another surprise for you," he murmurs, his warm breath tickling your ear.

“Really?” You ask innocently.

"Yes, really." He chuckles softly, lifting your chin with his finger to meet his gaze. His eyes sparkle with excitement and mischief as he looks at you. "But you have to promise me something first."

“What?” You ask with curiosity.

"Promise me that you'll keep an open mind and trust me completely, okay?" He looks at you earnestly, his hands still holding onto your chin.

“Promise” you say.

He smiles at you warmly, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. He then leans in to kiss you again, deeply and passionately, leaving you breathless as he whispers against your lips.

“Matt…” you say quietly. You squeeze your thighs together feeling embarrassed that you feel tingles down there again.

He chuckles softly as he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes filled with amusement and lust. "You're so fucking cute, you know that?" Matt says, his hand moving from your cheek down to your neck, feeling your pulse race under his touch. "Did I get you all hot and bothered again?" He asks, his voice husky with desire as he notices the way you're squeezing your thighs together.

You nod slightly as you look away.

He smirks at you as he moves his hand from your neck down to your thighs, gently spreading them apart. He leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers. "Don't be embarrassed, babe.”

You spread your legs wider.

He smirks as he sees how eagerly you spread your legs for him, making his own arousal grow at the sight. He moves his hand to your folds feeling your wetness. "Fuck, you're so wet for me again."

“Mmhp” you whine.

He chuckles at your response as he starts to rub your clit in circular motions, causing you to moan louder and grind your hips against his hand. He leans down and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as he continues to tease you with his fingers.

“Matt mmh” you moan.

"You like that baby?" He asks as he continues to rub your clit while his other hand gropes your breast, squeezing it softy as his lips move from yours down to your neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of hot kisses.

“Mhm” you whine and nod.

He grins against your skin, pleased with your response as he increases the speed and pressure on your sensitive clit. His other hand moves to your other breast, squeezing and kneading it, making you gasp. "You're so responsive for me, baby," he says as his hand moves from your breast to his hard cock.

He smirks seeing you bite your lip, knowing he's the cause of that look. "it's so fucking hot seeing you like this," he says as he starts stroking his cock in front of you, teasing you with the tip against your wet entrance.

“Mmmh Matt what are you doing?” You ask.

"Oh, I'm just getting ready to take you right here," he says with a smirk, continuing to tease your entrance with the tip of his cock. "I want to feel every inch of you, baby. Every moan, every gasp, every squeeze of your tight virgin pussy around my cock."

“Mmh” you close your eyes in pleasure as you feel his tips on teasing your entrance. “Matt… I- will it hurt?”

He chuckles softly, his breath hot against your skin as he leans in close. "It might sting a little at first, but trust me, baby, it'll feel so good after that," he assures you, his fingers gently probing your entrance, feeling how wet and ready you are for him.

“Please be careful” you say a little scared.

"Always, princess," he says. He knows it's important to be patient and gentle with you, since you're a virgin. He carefully lines up the head of his cock with your entrance. He pushes in slowly, just the tip, letting you adjust to the sensation. "Breathe for me, baby,"

“Ahh Matt”

"Easy, shh, it's okay," he coos as he feels you tense up around him, the tightness of your virgin pussy a delicious challenge to his patience. He pauses, letting you get used to the sensation of his cock pressing against your entrance. "You're doing great, princess.”

He slowly starts pushing deeper. "You're so beautiful and tight," he groans, losing himself in the sensation of your body wrapped around him. He continues to push in slowly, giving you time to adjust. He leans in close, his warm breath caressing your ear as he whispers, "Look at me, baby. I want to see those pretty eyes when I take your virginity." His voice is low and husky with desire, urging you to open your eyes and meet his gaze.

You look at him. Your eyes starting to tear up a bit. “Matt.. mmh it’s starting to hurt.”

"I know, baby, I know. Just bear with me for a second longer, okay?" He gently strokes your cheek with his thumb, trying to comfort you as he continues to push slowly, steadily inside you. "You're doing so well...almost there, princess."

“Mmh”

"That's it, you're there," he breathes as he finally slips inside you fully, his thick cock stretching your virgin tightness. He pauses for a moment, giving you a chance to adjust to the sensation of being fully penetrated for the first time.

“Oh my god Matt mmhp” your hands go to grip the bed sheets.

"Shh, it's okay, baby," he soothes, noticing your grip on the sheets tightening as you adjust to his full length inside you. He starts to move slowly, gently rocking his hips to help you get used to the feeling of being filled. "You're doing great, princess.”

“Maaatt” you whine in pain and pleasure.

Feeling your body react to his slow thrusts, Matt starts to move his hips a little faster, slow and steady so it's easier for you to adjust. He can't help but groan in pleasure as he feels your tightness wrapping around his cock. "That's it, princess.”

“Mmhp mmh”

He picks up his pace a bit more, still being careful not to be too rough on your virgin pussy. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you fill the room as he starts to thrust with more purpose, but still maintaining that gentle rhythm. "You feel amazing, baby...”

“Aah oh god”

"Mmm, you like that, don't you princess?" he purrs, leaning over to press a gentle kiss against your lips as he continues his slow, steady rhythm. "You're doing so well... I'm so proud of you." With a faint smirk.

“Mmh Matt.. I- i think it doesn’t hurt anymore”

"That's my good girl," he praises, his voice filled with warmth and admiration. He continues to move inside you, his cock sliding in and out of your now-accepting pussy with ease. "You're adapting so beautifully, princess. I knew you could do it."

“Maaatt it feels so good” you moan.

"Oh, princess... I can tell," he groans, his hips picking up a bit of speed as he feels your pleasure matching his own. "You're going to take my cock so well, aren't you? So perfect and tight... just for me." His hand goes to massage your clit slowly.

You shut your eyes and your back arches in pleasure.

"Oh, princess... you feel so fucking good. I can feel your pussy clenching around my cock as you moan for me..." His voice is deep, filled with desire and possession as his fingers circle your clit. He can feel the heat of your arousal, your body responding to his touch. "Look at you, taking my cock like it was made for you.”

“Matt mmhp” you moan.

"My sweet princess, cumming for me so soon?" his grip on hips tightens, setting a harder but still steady pace, driving into you deeper with every thrust.

“Mhm Matt I’m so close” you whine.

"Go on then... let go for me, princess. Cum hard on my cock," he instructs, his voice low and seductive. He can feel your walls fluttering around his cock and he can't wait to see you cum apart.

“Mmh Matt” you let out a final moan and cum.

"Ah, that's it, princess... let it all out for me," he moans, feeling your pussy spasm around his cock as you cum. He thrusts deeper, riding out your orgasm, his own nearing the edge. "Fuck, you're so beautiful when you cum...”

"Mmmm, look at your body... so beautiful, so perfect as you lay there," he groans, his hips thrusting deep into you one final time before reaching his own climax, he pulls out and cums all over your stomach.

And then he smirks at you, his eyes half lidded in post orgasm and arrogance at the sight of you covered in his cum. "Fuck, even better than I imagined, princess" he teases before getting up, still naked and going to get a cloth to clean you up.

"Don't worry, I've got you," he murmurs, his hands gently wiping away his cum from your skin with a soft cloth. As he cleans you, he can't help but let his fingertips graze your sensitive flesh, earning a shudder from you. "You okay, princess?”

You nod and smile at him softly.

"Good girl," he praises, a warm smile on his lips as he finishes cleaning you. He then pulls you into a tender embrace, holding you close against his chest. "You did so well, my little princess. I'm proud of you," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine affection.

“Thank you” you say as you cuddle up with him.

"Anytime, my sweet. That's what I'm here for," he murmurs, stroking your hair softly as you snuggle into his embrace. He can feel your heart beating steadily against his own, a comforting rhythm that fills him with contentment. "Rest now, princess. You deserve it."

You fall asleep on his chest.

He holds you close, cradling you in his arms as you drift off to sleep. The steady beat of your heart and your soft, even breaths are soothing to him, and he feels a deep sense of peace wash over him. "Sleep well, love.”

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