#pics are from SL

[erinbeast]

Rhett aka BadgerBat

Demographics

1. Name: Rhett

2. Age: 32

3. Sex/Gender: Male

4. Ethnicity: American

5. Occupation: None

6. Socioeconomic status: Middle Class

7. Education: Some college (Went for degree in Art History)

8. Other notes:

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Physical Appearance

1. Eye color: Blue

2. Skin color: Grey/Black/Reddish

3. Hair color: Blue/Purple Mohawk

4. Height: 6’ 0”

5. Weight: 200 lb

6. Body type: Fit/Athletic

7. Fitness level: Good

8. Tattoos: Assassin’s Creed “Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted” on inner forearms, Boo and ShyGuy on right shoulder, Doom insignia on left shoulder, Dead Space marker/Isaac mask on lower left forearm, Cheshire cat on right thigh, Iris flowers on left collarbone, Slipknot S on back of neck, Eyeball Squid on left thigh, Time is Now, Now is Forever on inner wrists.

9. Scars/Birthmarks: Covered in small scars from various accidents and such.

10. Other distinguishing features:

11. Disabilities: ADHD and Bi-Polar

12. Fashion style: Jeans, T-shirt, Hoodie. Hates wearing shoes.

13. Accessories: Multiple piercings on face including, Gauged ear lobes, quadruple helix on left ear, industrial in right ear, septum piercing, and Prince Albert

14. Cleanliness/Grooming: Showers everyday, runs comb through hair twice and done.

15. Posture/Gait: A little slouched when standing, long sloping gait.

16. Tics: Bounces leg, fidgets (has fidget rings on both ring fingers), “Sir…sir…”

17. Coordination (or lack thereof): Average coordination

18. Weaknesses: Stubborn and can get frustrated when communication fails, little loose with money.

19. Other notes:

History

1. Birth date: 19 Dec

2. Place of birth: Hahn, Germany

3. Key family members: Mom

4. Notable events/milestones:

5. Criminal record: None

6. Affiliations: Themselves

7. Skeletons in the closet: Refuses communication with Father’s side of family despite attempts from said family.

8. Other notes:

Psychological Traits

1. Personality type: Likes to be in control, but chill. Nothing really bothers them, tends to ignore people who want to have a bad time/argue/incite things. He got better things to do.

2. Personality traits: Stubborn, affectionate, even tempered, can be manic/melancholic at times thanks to no-polar depression, creative, horny.

3. Temperament: Even, nothing much riles him.

4. Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert

5. Mannerisms: A little stuttered in front of new people (he’s a bit shy), overall chill and relaxed.

6. Educational background: Some college, left college from burn out before grades got bad

7. Intelligence: Average, absorbs new things like a sponge

8. Self-esteem: Low

9. Hobbies: Playing video games, practicing shibari/kinkaku knots, building and dressing avatars in games

10. Skills/talents:

11. Loves: Fynchie Maus, music, rope, and bed

12. Morals/Virtues: Morally sound, knows right and wrong and stays on the good side of the law

13. Phobias/Fears: Being abandoned and heights

14. Angered by: Not much, mainly people who refuse to leave him alone or who won’t drop a topic he’s done with

15. Pet peeves: Braggarts and self-righteous people

16. Obsessed with: Rope and Maus

17. Routines: Gets out of bed, plays video games, eat lunch, naps, gets up and practices knots while chatting with friends, eats dinner then bed (Very tentative routine, a lot of things tend to change day to day, especially when Maus comes over)

18. Bad habits: Picks at cuticles and makes fingers bleed, finishes peoples sentences

19. Desires: To go back to college

20. Flaws: Can be petty if you do piss him off

21. Quirks: Boops his nose when thinking

22. Favorite sayings: “Sir…sir”

23. Disabilities: No physical disablities

24. Secrets: Pretty open about everything, so none really

25. Regrets: Letting dad drift, not finishing college

26. Accomplishments:

27. Memories: Too many to list

28. Other notes:

Communication

1. Languages known: English

2. Preferred communication methods: speech or text

3. Accent: Mix of SE United States, SW United States, and Minnesota/Canada

4. Style and pacing of speech: Moderate pace when speaking but if t’s an engaging topic he might talk quickly.

5. Pitch: Low

6. Laughter: Low pitch Hahaha, occasionally snorts

7. Smile: Grin

8. Use of gestures: MUST use hands when speaking, hands are all over the place

9. Facial expressions: Can’t keep an inside voice on them

10. Verbal expressions:

11. Other notes:

Strengths, Weaknesses, and Abilities

1. Physical strengths: Stamina and Legs, can walk/jog for hours

2. Physical weaknesses: Pure strength is not his forte

3. Intellectual strengths: Video game lore, trivia, phones, and computers. Math though he hates it. Reading.

4. Intellectual weaknesses: Science (Except biology), foreign languages

7. Physical abilities: Average human

8. Magical abilities: None, other than being a Badger Bat

9. Physical illnesses/conditions: None

10. Mental illnesses/conditions: ADHD and Bi-polar depression

11. Other notes:

Relationships

1. Partner(s)/Significant other(s): Fynchie Maus

2. Lover(s): See above

3. Parents/Guardians: mom

4. Children: None and it will stay that way (He counts his cats and dog as children)

5. Grandparents: Mom side dead, dad’s side no communication

6. Grandchildren: None, he has no kids….

7. Family: Found

8. Pets: 6 Cats (Willa, Izzy, Bors Purrdinand the Fierce, Hobbes, Frank, and Bob) and Kyna a great Pyrenees

9. Best friends:

10. Friends: Ryan and Thurry

11. Rivals: None that he knows of

12. Enemies: See above

13. Colleagues: None

14. Mentors/Teachers: None he can remember

15. Idols/Role models: Mom

16. Followers: None

17. Strangers: No thank you

18. Non-living things: Like rocks… They exist? He has no real inclination either way

19. Clubs/Memberships: Only to libraries

20. Social media presence: Uses Facebook once a year, peruses Twitter and Tumblr

21. Public perception of them: Doesn’t know, doesn’t care except when he really gets inside his head and starts getting depressed/paranoid he did something wrong

[yooniesim]

I think I'm the only one on God's golden earth that wants chibi robo cc...

[bottomvalerius]

Anyway also thinking of Them and their dynamic in the earlier days and how much Sam was a safe person for Donna :’)

[cherrybr4t]

bloody bar — choi seungcheol (m)

pic cr. pinterest!

pairing: bar owner!seungcheol x fem!reader

about: tis’ that time of the year—seungcheol’s love for halloween translates into him going the extra mile, to bring in fresh faces into his bar in town.

warnings: smut, the world sl*t, smoking (reader), jason voorhees mentioned, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, oral (f.rec), oral (m.rec), fingering, slight brat taming, praising, creampie, tit playing

wc: 4.2k

—

As quoted in Mean Girls, halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it. Cady has never been more right, you think to yourself as you walk down the busy streets downtown, hand in hand with your other two friends—Yuki and Mona.

Surprisingly, this year, you three are not the exception, clad in sexy renditions of your favourite movie characters. You being Gogo Yubari—but with a tiny skirt and a shirt that seems to be barely holding itself together, Yuki being Mia Wallace, and Mona a ghost bride that keeps attracting the gazes of drunk teens.

Each of you on your second can of highball, arms locked together tightly as you three trudged down the streets to find the bar where the rest of the group is waiting at. Nothing like pre-gaming before the actual pre-game.

“Fuck, I need to pee.” Yuki whines as she downs her remaining highball before throwing away her empty can. A groan rumbles from Mona, which causes you to chuckle. “Looks like there’s a toilet up front over there,” you pondered, trying to get a better look at the building in front of you.

“Let’s go let’s go—I think the bar is somewhere here anyways,” Yuki pulls both of you to cross the road with her, briefly checking on google maps which she has had open for the past 20 minutes.

The building in front of you welcomes the group of you with an open foyer, and you notice the rows of neon lights across every floor of the building, each spelling out the names of different bars that seem to be booming with business.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it in any longer,” Yuki barely finishes her sentence before running off to the restroom at the end of the foyer. You finish up your can along with Mona, before deciding to light up a stick with her while waiting for Yuki.

Meet us at level 3, there’s an open smoking area here.

You light up a stick for yourself as well as for Mona, seeking comfort in the warmth down your system, in contrast to the cold night. Leaning against the wall, your eyes run through the bar fronts staggered on this level, admiring the amount of effort they took to showcase their halloween decorations.

While scanning, your eyes meet a rather...menacing one. A person with a Jason Voorhees mask is staring right at you, leaning against the parapet directly opposite you, while waving what looks like a fake decorative knife—as if saying hi.

You furrow your eyebrows, ignoring the slight scare you felt when you saw the mystery person wave at you. One thing about you—as much as you enjoy the theatrics of being out and about during halloween, you were definitely not the biggest fan of horror movies—especially ones with killing themes where the murderer is hiding behind a sinister mask. (read: Friday the 13th)

You look away, puffing out towards the sky before listening to Mona complain about her recent internship project.

“Hey,”

A deep voice muttered. While you knew it definitely could not be Yuki, nor were you particularly interested in entertaining anyone tonight, somehow your inner instinct brought it upon you to turn to the source of the voice.

The minute your eyes lay upon the man in a black suit next to you—you let out a yelp, jumping slightly and dropping your diminishing stick.

“Holy fuck,” you uttered, hands soothing yourself by patting your chest area. A loud chuckle erupts beside you and you just know Mona is intrigued by this mysterious man appearing beside you two.

The mask looks way more eerie and daunting up close, you can’t help but take a step back—stepping on your dropped cigarette at the same time. He chuckles, and continues to wave his knife while looking at you.

Mona speaks up, letting the man know how sick his costume is, and whatever he utters next gets muffled by your loud thoughts.

Fight or Flight. This is a stupid predicament to be even thinking about fighting or flighting—it’s halloween for goodness sakes. You’re bound to meet 20 more people with the same spooky masks, but at this very moment, you’re not liking the attention from this “killer”.

Flight it is. You grab onto Mona’s hand tightly before dragging her towards the toilet at level 3. Panting as you shut the door to the women’s toilet, you hastily pick up your phone to text Yuki about the change in meeting location.

“Y/N, calm down, it’s just a man in a scary mask that’s all,” Mona giggles as she takes in your slightly frightened state. You roll your eyes, shrugging her off, “and you—will definitely die first in a horror movie.”

“Hey! That’s offensive—we know the first one to die will be—.”

“Guys! I’m right, the bar is actually in this building, on this level actually,” Yuki bursts into the toilet, waving her phone excitedly with a bounce.

Mona looks over at me, smirking before holding onto both of us, “Let the night begin,”.

—

The bloody bar. What an apt name, especially for halloween season.

You squeeze through the crowd on the dance floor before finding the table where your friends are situated at. Loud cheers erupt from the table before they usher you to get more drinks to reach their state of high.

“I’ll go fetch us some drinks—cherry vodka?” Mona and Yuki nod eagerly before holding onto your belongings so you can carry the drinks over.

With the music pumping you up, you made your way to the bar at the back, smiling at strangers along the way—stopped by a girl dressed as The Bride, insisting that you both had to get a picture together.

After some quick snaps, you finally found yourself in front of the bar, alongside a few others waiting for their drink top-ups.

“3 cherry vodka’s please!”

“Coming right up!”

Leaning your elbows on the marbled counter, you hum along to the music playing while tapping your card to the beat.

“Why’d you run away so quickly Gogo?” That familiar baritone runs a chill down your spine and you turn to your right, only to see the same man waving the same plastic knife in your face.

“Well, quick tip. If you wanna hold a conversation, maybe not wave a knife in their face?” You snap back, effects of the mask starting to wear off with the alcohol making its way through your veins.

He chuckles, before tucking away the knife behind him.

“My bad, can I have a do-over with you, pretty?” He reaches out a hand in your direction, which you narrow your eyes at. He wiggles his fingers, urging you to go for it.

Hesitantly, you place your hands in his, eager to be done with just a quick shake of hands. But he’s faster, as he lifts his mask up a little, bringing your knuckles to his lips as he settles a soft kiss upon them.

“This outfit doing a thing on you?” You can’t help but bite back at this man—though he’s done nothing wrong, except looking like a nightmare you may have had after watching Friday the 13th.

“More so the pretty woman that’s in it, rather than the costume itself—though I must say, I don’t remember Gogo looking this…bewitching.” He tilts his head, and you see a hint of his eyes behind the mask.

You snort out a chuckle, “And I don’t remember Jason being this friendly,”

“Only to people he likes, and fortunately for you, you’ve caught his eye,” he leans in closer, and you sniff a hint of bergamot and vanilla.

“Fortunately? I need to be further convinced,” you hum, starting to warm up with the warm banter. You were always a sucker for straightforward guys anyway.

With a swift movement, he removes his mask completely, hands ruffling through his locks to fix his hair.

You were stunned—to say the least. The man in front of you had the prettiest eyes that seemed to sparkle the longer he looked at you, with the prettiest cherry lips and goodness—his dimples. His dimples that seemed to be screaming out to you, to poke a finger in them.

“Seungcheol,” his dimples make an appearance yet again.

You cleared your throat, “Y/N”. You swear you saw a flash of something in his eyes as you uttered your name to the gorgeous man in front of you.

“Y/N… let me get those drinks for you, yeah?” Before you could protest, he makes a few gestures towards the bartender, before grabbing the drinks and bringing them over to your table for you.

Raising your eyebrows, you scurry nearer to catch up to him, “You’re here often?” You could only assume by the way he has a tab open here, and by judging the chummy behaviour with the bartender earlier.

“Mmm, not quite…sometimes,” he shouts over the music that gets louder nearing the tables and dance floor. Handing over your drinks to you and your friends, words get stuck down his throat as your friends pull you away to the dance floor.

“I’ll catch you later!” You push away the feeling of disappointment, knowing he’ll be around anyway.

Drinks in your hands, you sway along to the music, pulling up with your favorite dance moves with your friends. Throughout, you feel a certain someone’s gaze on you, and with a sneaky glance towards the bar, you see seungcheol leaning on his back, arms crossed with his eyes unabashedly drilling holes in your face.

With an audience, you start to feel a little more bold, swaying your hips in his direction, letting your short skirt flap around, giving him a little show to gape at.

The feeling of being under his watchful eye makes your heart beat along to the bass on the dance floor, and you can’t help but revert your gaze back to him every 5 minutes.

Once he notices you taking a break, downing some water on an empty table, he makes his way towards you. Noticing him, you send him a saccharine smile as he leans down, “Care for a dance? Seems like your friends are busy,” his lips grazed your ear slightly.

Fuck what you said earlier—you could entertain people tonight, especially if it’s a handsome stranger though sent to you in a sinister way initially.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you nod before walking towards the dance floor, looking back at him, only to catch him entranced by your ass already.

You roll your eyes playfully, before catching his gaze. Giggling, you made a come hither motion towards him and he swears his heart is about to pour out in the middle of the dance floor.

—

He’s seen countless people swimming in and out of his bar, but he’s never encountered anyone as enchanting as you. He thinks he’s sick to his stomach at the wave of excitement and rush you bring to him—just by looking at him.

Seungcheol holds you close, and for someone who believes you can’t find love on the dance floor with musty smells and sticky bodies, he seems to be under a spell—one casted by you unknowingly.

He’d thought he lost a chance when you ran away from his initial approach—but when you strutted into his bar, he had a sudden gyration about the idea of fate.

“Thought I’d never have the chance to see you again, pretty. Can’t lie—when you ran away from me earlier, broke my heart a little,” he can’t help his mouth from expressing how glad he is to be dancing with you right now.

“Can’t blame me—it was kinda creepy, Jason’s not high up in my list of celebrity crushes,” you wrap your arms around his neck, giggling. “And, I’m here right now so—I’d say you have the last laugh,”

“Thanking every God I know for bringing you back to me, feels like Gogo was meant to end up in Jason’s arms tonight huh,” Cheol doesn’t know what’s wrong with him and why he’s appearing like a desperate 20 year old in front of you but, all he knows is that the feeling is mutual.

“Was I?” You start to lean closer, lips barely on his neck and he’s afraid you’d notice how quick his heart rate is right now.

“Don’t do this often but, I’d really like to show you, pretty,” he holds your chin up to look into your eyes.

—

The ride back to seungcheol’s house is filled with tension, with the slight nervousness as you think about the last time you’ve made such a reckless decision.

Somehow this doesn’t feel as reckless—it feels thought out, and pre-determined. As if his house was your final destination of the night all along.

Some jokes are cracked in his black porsche, and you notice how his hands grip onto the steering wheel so tight, it starts to turn white.

As if it were the last day on earth with no time to spare, he doesn’t give you time to admire his luxurious and stunning house, not even the bmw parked beside his porsche.

“Fuck, you’re sure about this right, pretty?” He holds your face close, kicking his door shut.

“Very. Want you to show me…show me why I was meant to end up in your arms cheol,” you whisper and he dies internally at the nickname you’ve given him.

“Okay baby,” he pecks your lips. “Gonna fuck the shit out of you pretty,” the moan you let out at that makes you embarrassed but he kisses you so fervently you know you’re not the only needy one.

“Safeword, need a safeword pretty,” he’s panting with urgency, walking you backwards while his hands are unwilling to let go of your face.

“Pumpkin,”

He giggles, gives you another peck on the lips.

“You’re adorable,” and you whine, letting out a gasp as he suddenly has you in his arms, princess-carrying you down the hallway, into his bedroom.

He crashes his lips on yours the minute your back hits the soft mattress, wanting to just kiss every breath out of you.

“So pretty, fuck, knew i had to get you the minute my eyes laid on you,” his hands travel under your shirt, softly caressing your tummy.

You moan at his confession, “you have me cheol,”.

“Yeah? I do, don’t I. Got your pretty ass under me, all I ever need,” a few movements and your buttons pop open, leaving him to drool over your swells covered by a thin bra.

His eager hands grasp onto your mounds, squeezing and playing so rough till it falls out of its confines, and he immediately gets a taste, licking a bud, swirling a tongue to get it hard and puffy.

“Fuck, feels so good,” you moan, legs shifting and rubbing against each other to find relief in the friction.

“So sensitive baby,” he groans, switching over to suck on your other bud, fingers twisting and pulling on the wet and puffy one. You cry out at the insane pleasure it brings you, feeling crazy that you want him to make you cum just by playing with your tits.

“Want more, need more,” you whine out, legs now tight around his waist, trying to lift your hips up to grind on his clothed bulge.

“Mm baby, be patient, I play the long game—won’t be inside you until you cum on my fingers and tongue.” Though his body betrays him as his bulge grows bigger and harder through his pants. You whine, too lost in the pleasure of rubbing yourself on him.

His grips onto your hips, slamming them back into the mattress to get control of the situation.

“I don’t play nice with brats, baby. Wanna be a good girl and stay still for me?” His warning does nothing but soak your panties even more and you nod, submitting his dark gaze.

“Words, need to hear you baby,” he caresses your chin with his thumb.

“Y-yes, I’ll be a good girl cheol.” He kisses you and continues playing with your tits, cupping them, tongue flicking left and right licking your buds together.

“That’s my good girl, knew you’d listen well to me,” he travels down towards your skirt, eyes hooded as he can’t look away from you. He lifts up your skirt to figure out exactly how much of a mess he’s got you in.

Pushing the thin fabric to the side, his index finger runs through your slit, gathering all your arousal, only to bring it to your face, “look at how wet you are baby, you’re fuckin’ drenched god,” he sucks his finger dry, before diving in with his mouth.

“Let me reward you baby, show you why it’s always worth it to be my good girl yeah?”

He licks up and down your slit, before pushing his tongue in your warm cunt, eliciting the loudest moan from you as of yet. “F-fuuck” you scream out as he starts to lap at your cunt like a starved man.

Removing your ruined panties to have better access to your clit, he continues his way up, tongue flicking that sensitive nub all around before sucking it completely, letting his pretty lips play around with your clit. His eyes never leave your face—wanting to savour every look your face contorts into every second.

“C-cheol—so good so good,” your broken moans encourage him to go on even further, as he pushes a finger in easily, sliding it in and out at a steady pace.

He hits two spots at one go, his slender fingers repeatedly rubbing against that friction pad inside you while his mouth stimulates your clit non-stop.

You start to tremble and shake around him, fingers grabbing onto his locks even tighter than before. He feels you clench at inconsistent paces, and observes the tightening of your core.

“You gonna cum for me baby? Like my good girl?”

Coherent sentences can’t seem to form as you let out strings of curses and moans—along with his name.

“Cheol, cheol, cheol fuck,”

“Yeah baby, I can tell you’re there already, cum for me, show me you’re my good girl,” and with that you let go, legs gripping onto his head so tight, shaking, upper body jerking up as you let out a cry.

He rubs your clit to help you prolong your high and you catch your breath slowly, back slowly touching the mattress again.

“You look so fucking gorgeous when you cum baby, need to see that face again,” he hovers above you again, this time attaching his sinful lips on your neck, wanting to mark you as his so badly.

“Take it off—want you inside me,” you tug at his pants, wanting to feel him wreck you completely.

Chuckling, he grabs hold of your hand, pinning them on top of you. “Have you forgotten who’s in charge baby? Don’t worry, I meant it when I said I’ll fuck the shit out of you,” stepping out of his pants, you feel your mouth water at the sight of his angry bulge pushing against his boxers.

“Wanna suck you off, can I?”

He groans, “fuck baby, how can I say no to that pretty face, c’mere” you crawl on the bed towards the edge where he’s standing, helping him get rid of his boxers.

His cock jumps and you already see hints of precum dripping down his girthy length. Laying flat on the bed, you push your ass up a little to give him a show as you start to stroke him, licking his pretty head softly.

“Fuck—no teasing baby,” he throws his head back, groaning at the sight of your pretty face taking in his cock, with your ass—god your ass, he wants to bury his cock in it this instant.

You take him in inch by inch, tongue at the base, flicking around while you swallow him whole. It takes a while, but you soon take all of him in. Moaning at how full it feels, you bob your head, hands playing with his balls, stimulating him even more.

“You’re gonna be the death of me baby, so fucking good to me,” cheol grabs your hair, and starts to guide your head, hips starting to fuck himself into your pretty mouth.

Loud groans erupt from his chest as he feels his tip reach down your throat, the way it tightens and pulses around his tip makes him dizzy.

“Gonna make me cum baby, hold on hold on,” his voice makes you drip more essence on his sheets—his moans together with the sexy chuckle makes you hold your legs together, not wanting to be further embarrassed by how wet you get so easily.

He slides out of your mouth, before instructing you to lay on your back. Grabbing both your legs, placing them on his shoulder before he lines his wet cock on your cunt, gathering all your essence on his tip.

“Hurry cheol—put it in, please,” whining at how empty you feel.

He slams his cock into you, and starts with a pace that makes you scream out at the repeated hits on your g-spot.

“Fuuck—cheol, wait,”

“Told you I don’t play nice with brats baby. You were impatient for my cock—I’m giving it to you now,” his hips never faltering as he continues to pound into you.

“Hhnnngghhm,” you’ve never felt this amount of immense pleasure hitting you so quickly, and all you can do is cry out his name.

“You got what you wanted baby,” he smirks down at you, grabbing onto your ankles tighter as he feels his cock grow tighter at how good you feel around him.

“I-i did, thank you, thank you—fuck, cheol,” you cry out yet again.

“Fuck baby—thanking me for my cock like a good girl now,” he reaches down to play with your clit, wanting to see you crumble before him again.

“I’m your good girl—please,” you throw your head back once you feel the tight circles drawn on your clit. You feel the impending tight feeling down your lower abdomen and you know you’re about to make a mess on his cock.

“That you are baby, fucking my good girl the way she deserves right? Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock baby,” he bites his lower lip, and quickens the pace of his hips and his fingers on your clit. He groans at the sight of white liquid painted on his cock, the ring forming as he thrusts into you.

“You feel so good cheol, so big so full, wanna cum already,” your mind fogs at the pleasure and all you can think about is chasing the high that is about to fall upon you.

“Cum for me baby, cum around this cock like the good girl you are, yeah?” And his voice was the ultimate key to unravel that knot inside you as you feel yourself spasm around his cock, loud cries from you wave after wave.

“You’re gonna make me cum baby, can feel you so tight around me,” you prop your elbows up at his words, moaning at how hot he looks chasing his high inside of you.

“You’d like that baby? Want me to cum inside you? Fuck look at you gripping me so tight even though you just came, so greedy for my cum aren’t you,”

“Yes yes yes, want you to cum inside me cheol,” you whine out, wanting to feel him pump himself inside of you. You beg for it like a broken record and cheol lets out moans and groans before he releases a thick spurt of load inside you, staying still as his cock continues to empty itself inside your warm and tight cunt.

Pulling out, he takes a step back to admire the mixture of your liquids together, oozing out of your pink and ruined cunt.

“Gogo was definitely meant to be in Jason’s arms tonight,” you let out with a breathy chuckle, and cheol brings his hands up to cup your face, swallowing your face whole again with an intense kiss.

“That was amazing baby, Gogo definitely needs to be in Jason’s arms for the rest of all the time from now onwards,” he snuggles his head in the crook of neck, kissing the areas he marked you earlier softly.

You giggle, before a gasp from the man on top of you brought you into a state slight panic, “What’s wrong cheol?”

“Fuck…I just left the bar running—never mind, Jeonghan’s got it,” he snaps his fingers before settling himself in the crook of your neck again.

You tilt your head in confusion, holding his head up to look at him, “What do you mean you left the bar running?”

Cheol’s eyes widen before he smiles sheepishly, “Right…I forgot to mention earlier.. Bloody bar is…my bar—well technically opened it with Jeonghan, the bartender earlier.”

It was your turn to let out a gasp, “Well, never knew bar owners were as enthusiastic in participating in halloween shenanigans,” you smirk towards him before settling down on his bed with him again.

“Lucky you,” he pinches your cheeks and you giggle, rubbing your nose against his, “Lucky me”.

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A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! a little late to release this but,, i hope u enjoyed this mini halloween fic <3 feel free to comment, leave some feedback if u liked it 🩷🍒 all love,, xx 💋

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[arminsumi]

🔞 playtime w enemy!gojo

g. satoru — さとる

NOTE: i think abt this idea all the time n i just thought id gift u all a piece of mean nasty enemy gojo lusting for u

WARNINGS — ignore errors pls, smut, he's mean he's a jerk but he kinda feels for u, blood mentions, fighting, m*sturbation, he jerkin it to a pic he snapped of ur defeated face 🫠 sexual tension, impact play (slapping n spanking), dirty talk, namecalling (sl*t, wh*re, b*tch, freak) and nicknames (bunny, sweetheart, baby), dirty talk, unprotected sex, taboo sex (fucking ur enemy) creampie, it's nasty im ngl, god kink thing??? he rlly cums n goes 🧍‍♀️, hairpulling

just... just enemy!gojo...

enemy!gojo kissing you like he's trying to kill you. you can feel this murderous rage on his lips after you fuck up his heroic plans.

and enemy!gojo fighting you like he's trying to get in your pants 🥴 he hates you so much, but let's be real he's in fucking denial and needs you so bad. after fights, he's cooped up in his bedroom jerking off to the memory of all those positions he put you in. ("ooh, well aren't you flexible?" he teases when he literally puts you into a full-nelson. "hey, if this whole villain business fails for you then you can be my personal pornstar.")

his whole body feels like it's on fire when you're throwing fists with him. he shakes not from exhaustion or pain but just pure sexual desire. he gets so upclose and personal with you, you're sure it's on purpose. when you're limp and defeated, he takes a victory picture :( grabs your jaw and says "smile for the camera! aw, pretty lil' loser. you're so photogenic!" and you know when he gets home, he's gonna jerk off to that.

he can barely take your martial arts seriously, because you're so fucking tiny and weak in comparison to him. enemy!gojo likes to remind you of that, when he has you on your knees with your nose dribbling blood.

"aw, sweetheart, you're so fucking weak it's kinda turning me on."

he's got a fistfull of your hair, forcing your head to tilt back so violently yet when you look up at him, you can't help but feel this raw sexual tension and primal need to kiss him and worship him.

"f—fuck you, gojo — y-you're a freak. you think you're god... but you're a monstrous freak."

he's looking at you. and you're not sure if that's a murderous look or a pure lustful look — is he gonna kill you or fuck you? in his mind, though, the idea of killing you long faded away; you're his favorite enemy. what would he do without you? fighting with you is just the best, he gets to joke and tease and flirt and pester you and see you enjoying it wholeheartedly.

"bunny, look how cute you are, bleeding for me."

when you try spit your blood at him to retaliate, he's considering pulling his zipper down and stuffing your stupid mouth full of his cock. now that would put him on a power trip like nothing else.

then imagine the day this needy, desperate man actually snaps. and you snap. and the both of you fuck like bunnies. panting and feral. he couldn't say no when you started begging on your bruised knees for him to just fuck you already, just split you open on his cock.

his thrusts are primal. he's mocking you, voice so venemously attractive.

"wh—what would your friends think now, huh? think they'd still trust you knowing how willingly you spread your fuckin' legs for me? you damn slut. 'seen the way you look at me, gets me hot every time. you don't have any fucking idea what you do to me, do you? ha—ahhh that's so good... that's so fucking good..." his voice is usually so composed even when fighting, but when he's balls deep fucking up your guts so passionately then his voice becomes strained.

and he loves hearing your cute dirty talk, but you've got such a small voice he thinks it's cutely pathetic.

"f-fuck, g-g—gooojo ~ ! fuck me like you hate me."

he chuckles, "oh, baby. i don't have to fake it. i hate you so — fucking — much — ahhh — damn bitch, making my life so hard the least y-you could do is let me have this pussy once a week."

"a-anything for you."

his heart flutters. why? you're his enemy he reminds himself and makes his thrusts meaner and harder until you can't form a coherent thought. he relishes in your screaming moans, and there's no end to the teasing. as soon as he notices something he comments on it.

"ooh, look at that little pussy cream for me. who's it creaming for? who? that's fucking right, me. yeah stay like that and take my cock."

"o—h my god, nnn ~ !" you squeal, feeling almost too good with your threatening orgasm.

"ah-ah, there's no god but me, baby. i'm the one making this pussy freak out. ooh... think you're right, i do have a god complex. why don't you indulge in it? yeah? c'mon, baby i'm your god."

"y—you're m-my g–god, satoruuuh ~ ! ow!"

he plants a hard slap to your face. you're no stranger to his mean slaps, in fact you've joked to yourself about being his favorite bitch to slap. but that one in particular hurt, and you loved it.

"don't say my fucking name like we're friends, you freak. f—fuck... you like that, don't you? yeah? little freaky bitch likes getting slapped? mmm that's cute. kinky litttle fucking whore, let's see how hard this pathetic pussy can cum."

he pumps his cock into you at such a mean angle that you completely lose yourself, babbling obscenities and trembling in his strong hold. you couldn't free yourself from his grip even if you wanted to; he's the strongest, after all.

you get a good idea of how strong he is when you fight and sneak off to fuck.

the way he presses down on your back, the way he bullies his cockhead so deep that it feels like he's in your tummy, the way he pulls both your arms back with a rough tug like you're a ragdoll — just his fleshlight that he can move on his cock himself however he likes because he's so much bigger than you.

"gonna cum, my little slut gonna take it? yeah? good. that's what i like to fucking hear — oh fuck — ahhhah cumming — hah fuck that's good — that's — mmm — that's my fuckin' girl."

he plants rough spanks to your ass, groaning so deeply and holding you so close against his body that you feel like you're one with him.

"ooh, fuck..." he pulls out hastily, zipping himself up. forehead and abs beading with sweat. "thanks, love playtime with you. now get the fuck out of my sight." he sounds so sweet and venomous that you can't tell if he's joking, but then you remember a cold hard fact;

gojo satoru is your enemy.

[hysteria-things]

SNEAK AWAY (part two)

read part one here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nate x sls!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and nate are still going strong, but a lot of fans notice a few things in the new video…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: FLUFF, swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 539

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: short and sweet!

chris fic tomorrow😌 (or tonight it depends when i start writing it)

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“boys, please leave your sister alone.“ you hear your mother scold from outside of the bedroom door.

you guys got back from hawaii two days ago, but the triplets are staying in boston for an extra week before going back to LA.

“do not barge in there—” she scolds again, but it’s too late when the door swings open.

the three of them stand there panting, while marylou looks at them with her hands on her hips. it doesn’t end there; trevor comes running in and jumps on your bed.

his tail wags as he climbs onto your lap, leaving kisses on your face.

nick turns to her. “she’ll survive, mom.”

she sighs, walking out of your vision. your brothers stare at you like you’re in trouble. “we need to talk.” chris says, crossing his arms.

oh boy.

“about?”

they side eye each other. “you and nate.” matt says.

oh boy.

you clear your throat, trying not to barf everywhere. “w-what do you mean?”

“have you not seen the clips or comments?” chris asks, them now walking over to your bed and sitting. at this point, trevor has fallen asleep on your legs.

“no,” you answer, playing with the dog’s ears.

“girl.” nick tuts, pulling out his phone and tapping buttons before turning it to you. “look at this.”

you take his phone, scrolling through the comments on a tiktok.

thank GOD i’m not the only one who thought this

they HAVE to be hiding something they seem a little too close in this video😭

damn y’all detectives or something💀

imagine this is how nick, matt, and chris find out LMAOOOO

i always shipped them they seem so cute together :(

you stop scrolling the comments and watch the video. it’s a compilation of you and nate in the background.

one of the clips is when you guys were in the restaurant, and your chin rests on nate’s shoulder as the both of you look over something on his phone.

another clip is when you guys are walking, you and nate in the back of the group with his hand brushing against yours.

a few others show the way you two look at each other, eyes full of love and lust.

maybe you guys weren’t being as slick as you thought.

you hand nick’s phone back, nuzzling more into your blanket. “why didn’t you tell us?!” chris exclaims.

you shrug. “‘cause you’ll kill him.”

they roll their eyes. “we won’t kill him. we’ll threaten him.” nick clarifies.

as if that’s any better.

walking hand in hand, you and nate make way through the local park that's bare at this hour of the night. “so you’re telling me i should look out for threats?”

“yeah.” you smile, looking up at him before he gives you a sneak-attack kiss.

he sighs. “i’m kind of glad we don’t need to sneak away anymore. it got so depressing.”

you laugh, followed by an exhale. words cannot explain how much you love this kid. even though it was a hard launch to the public, you’re happy that you can show him off now. to make sure people know he’s yours and you’re his.

hopefully, no threats or killings take place by your overprotective siblings.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[mactavishwritings]

How would fem!reader react to being called slurs for being in poly relationship with task force boys? I am poly and I love your hcs but I've been called sl*t many times for being in poly relationship :(

oh my love <3 let's take a look. once again, the main 141 boys.

It happened while you were at work. you were talking about the boys when one of your newer coworkers overheard and asked you about it

you happily explained that you were in a poly relationship, it was common knowledge with your friends, and were about to pull up pics when they looked at you strangely before going off about how weird it was and how you probably were just a s lut

you usually tried to be understanding, knowing that it was not usual so of course you got a lot of questions, but you were just so shocked by the response

you carried the weight of the hateful response all day and when you got home, you wanted to just crawl into bed. you didn't want to hang out with the boys because you didn't want to take it out on them

Gaz and Soap were on the couch and watched you trudge to the guest bedroom. they both looked confused and seemed concerned when you slammed the door

they brought it up when Price and Ghost got back from the gym and Price sighed. "I got it."

Price went to the guest room and opened it, slowly moving towards the bed. you were curled up with the blankets all around you, scrolling through your phone

you looked up at Price and tears came to your eyes. "It happened again?" Price sat near your head and petted your hair softly

you had talked about this happening before with Price, expressing how much it hurt your feelings, but didn't want to tell the others

you even made Price swear to not tell any of them about it.

he sat with you for an hour, just letting you cry and vent about the whole thing when Soap poked his head in. he tried not to show his concern at your tears, asking if you would be joining them for dinner. Price answered for you, saying that you would be, but just let you get cleaned up

when you joined them, Price gave you a knowing look that made you tear up before you finally told the other boys about what happened

Gaz immediately jumped up, taking you into his arms

Ghost asked Price how many times this had happened before

Soap got angry, demanding to know who said this to you

Price held your hand as you talked about how your coworker's words made you feel and how you've never told them because you thought they would judge how it made you feel

all the boys gathered around you, showering you in love

it let you know that no matter what someone says, they will always love you

[jinx-xxed]

Rough Week

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A/N; I needed some good ol’ fashioned cuddles and sleeping ☝️ this pic of him is one of my favs I Need to lay on him

Part of Written in the Stars

Summary; Kylo Ren has finally come back from a grueling mission. You help him relax.

Content; Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Commander reader, pure fluff, like sickeningly fluffy, Kylo’s exhausted, you let him rest, bonded to Kylo through the Force, lots of Force communication, cute/clingy/sleepy/soft Kylo, big guy needs a break, cuddles!!!, sleeping together, giving Kylo the love he needs and deserves, he doesn’t know how to handle it, kind of domestic?, going about life in the First Order

Wc; 1.6k

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“Command shuttle SL-5956 coming to dock.”

The robotic announcement echoes throughout Hangar Eight, sending people into motion to prepare for the arrival of the ship. You stand in waiting in the midst of the hangar, watching as the shuttle lazily passes through the guard barrier leading out into space, the massive black wings of the command shuttle folding upwards like the point of a pyramid as it’s lowered to the shiny floors. There’s a gust of wind that ruffles your hair, the familiar rumbles of the ship powering down filling your ears. BB-12 sits obediently beside you, occasionally rolling back and forth in idle movements. There’s a hiss from the command shuttle as the latches to the ramp are disengaged, white clouds of depressurized air being expelled from the pumps sitting on the perimeter and creating a sort of fog that spreads across the hangar before fizzling out.

There’s the sound of multiple sets of footsteps on the ramp, though one stands out more than the others. It’s followed by a familiar pulse, buzzing in the back of your mind, pawing at the shields you keep up, asking to be let back in after being absent for a week. Your defenses are lowered just enough for the dark presence to slip through and nestle in its usual spot, intertwining with your own Force signature and securing itself to you like tying a knot. Your other half has returned. Kylo leads the way down the ramp, followed by the Stormtroopers that had accompanied him, though you notice there’s three missing from the lineup. Casualties. His form—covered in black robes, red-veined helmet giving an intimidating gleam—commands the area, everyone seeming to hold their breath as they wait for the Supreme Leader to make his orders.

You meet him halfway, tilting your chin upwards to meet the invisible gaze behind the slit in his mask. “Welcome back, Supreme Leader. I take it everything went accordingly?” You openly suggest as such because you don’t sense the telltale signs of a failed mission coming from him—those usually being broiling anger or seething disappointment.

You look at him expectantly but there’s no response, just an empty stare and the faint static of breathing from the vocoder built into his helmet. You reach that invisible hand of the Force forward, poking through his own defenses, gathering the general sense of his condition, and it washes over you like a tidal wave. He’s exhausted. You feel it as though it’s your own; limbs that seem twice as heavy than they should be, eyes burning, mind seeming to have turned into unusable mush. You see the way he can barely hold himself up, with just the slightest sway to his posture that only someone like yourself would notice. He hasn’t rested properly in over a week, too consumed by his responsibilities that burden him at all hours and the dark memories that haunt him like ghosts. You lean forward. “Sir?”

Something in him snaps on like a lightbulb finally finding the energy it needs to sputter to life, his helmet lifting with a minuscule shake. “Yes, the mission was successful. The resistance base on Cona-6 has been destroyed.” His voice is lower than usual, bogged down by his exhaustion and struggling to get through his vocoder.

Your brows crease with concern, eyes roving over his helmet, wishing you could actually see him. Let’s get you back to our room. The offer rings across the Force bond you share, going into his mind and his alone. You want to get him away from the prying eyes within the hangar, from anyone who may fault him for the state he’s in. You doubt anyone is able to notice his current exhaustion, but you know it’ll only get worse if you don’t do something.

Please, comes as a response.

You’re glad he’s so easy to agree rather than fighting you on it and insisting he has more work to finish, even though you were prepared to drag him to bed if you had to. You lead the way from the hangar, Kylo following behind you and BB-12 rolling dutifully at your side. The lights within the halls of the Steadfast are beginning to dim as the artificial day cycle comes to a close, creating a sense of impeding night for the staff on board.

Officers and Stormtroopers quickly jump out of your way as you pass, sticking to the walls and watching you with feelings of terror trembling through their minds. You try to keep the path to your room as short as possible, taking what shortcuts you can until you reach the commanders section of sleeping quarters. The door sits in waiting, the identification numbers belonging to you and Kylo inscribed into the metal. There’s a beep from the control panel, granting you access as the two hexagonal doors open.

Cold air hits your face, the room always kept to be bordering on freezing since you both run unbearably hot. You get through the receiving room, then entering into the bedroom where the familiar bookshelves, tables, chairs and the large bed are waiting. It’s like a safe space for you two—it’s the one place your guards can be let down, where you can just be yourselves together and let your bond flow between you undisturbed, and where you can hide away from the things that trouble you… even if just for a little while.

You turn, and Kylo stops. His fists are clenched as a way to try and keep himself from falling asleep where he stands, the pressure from his fingers digging into his palms. You reach up and press the releases on his mask, the compartments hissing as they slide apart. His black hair falls around his face as you take the helmet off and you’re allowed to look at him in full. His eyes are dull, dark marks discoloring the skin beneath them, a tired neutrality settled onto his features as he blinks at you slowly. His signature across your bond is muted, unable to muster itself up to full strength, coming to you in colors less vibrant than usual.

No words are exchanged as you help free him of his outer layers, the robes falling to the ground in black piles of cloth until he’s left in just his undershirt and thick pants. His lightsaber and helmet are left in their usual spot on the lounge table, laid to rest until they’re next needed. You guide him over to the bed and he doesn’t hesitate to get under the covers, his exhaustion seeming to come out tenfold and making the line of your connection tremble.

You sit on your side of the bed for a moment, merely watching as he gets comfortable with his eyes squinted even as you dim the lights to darkness. He sighs with a blooming contentment and you then move to get up, thinking perhaps it would be better to leave him alone to sleep and using the last few hours of the cycle to get work done. But you don’t get far, his hand snatching your wrist and tugging you back down. “Stay,” he orders, a rumble of annoyance coming from him at the thought of you leaving. I can’t sleep without you.

“Okay.” You tell him without hesitation, beginning to shed your layers as well and leaving them to join his on the floor. An early night certainly wouldn’t hurt; having to control the Order in Kylo’s place wasn’t an easy job. Your lightsaber is put to rest next to his own. “BB-12, guard the door so no one tries to bother us. I’ll shoot them if they do.” The droid gives a beep in response before rolling down the hall and disappearing into the receiving area. It stands as an unspoken rule across the ship that anyone who disturbs the Supreme Leader and Commander at this time will be dealt with in an unpleasant manner.

You slip beneath the covers, Kylo’s strong arms immediately coming forward and enveloping you, dragging you to him so your bodies are flush against each other. You twist around in his grip so you’re facing him, his eyes closed. You lift your hands, placing them on either side of his face, your thumbs running idly across his cheeks. He hums at the action, his body further relaxing beneath your touch and his signature becoming something more soft and smooth. You kiss along his face—his jaw, his lips, his cheeks, his scar, his forehead, and lastly, his nose, which makes his face scrunch in a way that makes you smile, reminding you of a cat.

Every part of him is perfect to you, and you tell him as such constantly. He sees only his faults, whereas you see his strengths. He attempts to bury his head in the crook of your neck, his hold tightening, overwhelmed by the attention you’re giving him. Though there’s a happy trill akin to a purr along the bond, creating a sense of tranquility that blossoms with gentle colors like flowers.

You card your fingers through the silkiness of his hair, your legs becoming tangled beneath the sheets. His breath tickles your neck, steadily becoming slower and more even as he’s dragged into sleep both by his exhaustion and your gentle care. He’s happy in this moment, glad to relax entirely around you and give in to the basic desires of his mind. You nestle your cheek against the top of his head, enjoying the way he holds you close and secure like you’re an anchor he needs to keep a hold of. He’s already asleep, and you know you’ll do your best to keep away all the things that plague him so that he can sleep in peace when he needs it most. He deserves that much.

[mikashisus]

GOOD LUCK, BABE!

summary: 6 years ago, you “broke up” with clorinde because she claimed your relationship was purely casual. now though, you find out that clorinde has finally come to terms with the fact that she’s bisexual, and you can’t help but to laugh and say “i told you so.” but you underestimated your ability to fully move on, and despite the protests from your friends, you decide to give her a second chance— which causes way more problems than you could’ve foreseen.

pairing: clorinde x fem!reader, chiori x fem!reader

cws: angst, drinking, implied cheating, lesbiphobia, homophobia, suggestive comments, kys/kms jokes — (more added later if needed).

other disclaimers: MEN DNI. CISHETS DNI. smau, uni au, use of slurs and derogatory terms towards the lgbtq+ community (i myself am a lesbian so i can use the derogatory terms that have been said against us). mc is a lesbian. all pics used are placeholders only and are not meant to dictate the mc’s race or appearance.

☁️ — profiles ;

super graphic ultra modern girlies | tea drinkers

ACT ONE. my kink is karma

01. good luck, babe!

02. restraining order

03. chat r u seeing this

04. she did this for me guys!!!

05. we broke up on a tuesday

06. i wish i could hate her

07. girls trip!!!

08. ain’t no way…

09. girls trip gone wrong

10. it’s comical

ACT TWO. red wine supernova

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notes: header made by yours truly! <3 mc is a lesbian like me. cishet women kindly leave thank you. this fic is for sapphics and lesbians ONLY. sapphics and lesbians, my page is a safe space for u and ilysm <33 yes this fic is based off of chappell roan’s ‘the rise and fall of a midwest princess’ album. if u’d like to join my disc server to chat and hangout, u can do so here!

taglist — open ; @moonjellyfishie @devosin @sl-vega @trulyylee @wystiix @kissingkzuha @yourfavoritefreakyhan @https-sourlimes

© 2024 mikashisus. do not plagiarize, copy, repost, feed to ai, or translate my works to any other platforms.

[kawaiijohn]

Good morning. Where do I even start today- trying to keep up with disaster relief is tough since a lot of my normal sources are without power or incredibly focused on doing the actual recovery.

I guess I'll start with one of the sources I get a lot of breaking news from and what he said yesterday:

Ryan Hall is a YouTube weatherman with an incredible team that delivers free weather broadcasting through his YouTube lives during major events. He's from east Kentucky and is very invested in Appalachia weather recovery and awareness. The man's a local and he's part of the reason I'm even aware of the risks heavy rains can bring in this region of the states.

And this post from the national weather service office in Greenville - Spartanburg SC, that serves a wide area around it;

"this is one (forecast) we wanted to get wrong. this is the worst event in our office's history."

This thread concludes: media was sent to Florida and so a lot of people don't quite know what's going on in appalachia- if you can I suggest reading this person's entire thread, which is too long for me to type or try to post on here and keep it readable, so try the second link under here for an unrolled thread that'll be easier for screen readers;

Minor update from yesterday's post: the governor of Tennessee finally fucking declared a state of emergency after his shitty day of prayer and fasting announcement. It took him like six hours to get off his ass and do it.

The power is still majorly out as of this morning in a vast area of the states. As you can see, a majority is in Appalachia, central Georgia, and the Florida big bend. Florida, I know for a fact, has tons of electrical technicians working to restore power and cell service.

This map really highlights the state divide from eastern Tennessee/Kentucky and the Carolinas too.

Despite the doom and gloom, a few things are starting to get better.

Quite a few dams managed to hold, and some roads in west NC are more passable, but there are so many people reporting that it was taking them upwards of seven hours to get out of Asheville, which is a major city.

Below has a few pics and statements about the state of roads late last night/early today.

The end of this tweet says "this is an absolute mega disaster for Western NC on the order of hurricane Katrina."

With how long the recovery might actually take, I'm certainly hoping it's handled better. One of the responses on this thread mentions no military presence/help as of 20 hours ago, but this has since changed with the national guard finally deploying in some areas.

Overall, fooding hit historical levels in a lot of states, with Atlanta GA even declaring a flash flood emergency at one point, which is the highest risk level of a flash flood warning - it means "get out and get up high NOW"

Rescue and recovery operations are on the way.

Local groups, storm chasers, and organizations are on the way. The national guard is deploying and helicopters are coming from volunteers and the military alike in the most affected areas.

Chris Hall, a storm chaser who works with a lot of organizations, has been driving around doing things like setting up starlink access in Asheville and helping serve hot food with a Florida based disaster recovery group since Friday.

Hell he even posted this, which if you know the waffle house index, is a little neat to see- for context, fema will look at waffle house closures in areas hit by natural disasters to gage preliminarily relief need.

Waffle houses are infamous for never closing. So for a limited menu to be served, it means this spot in GA was still hit pretty hard.

If you want to and can, here is one place with local donation resources for west NC

And different organizations and weather community types to help that are boots on the ground type volunteers with a bit more of a national focus;

If you are good at adding alt text or doing text description for screen readers, please help me with these posts. It is incredibly hard to do those sorts of things on mobile due to my own limitations.

Please be safe.

[stuffandsundry]

Tiny Seeker Crochet

Putting this up for a pal! Technically, i finished this before my Skyfire crochet pattern, but I'm honestly still not 100% satisfied with the tail fins. regardless, they're still pretty dang cute!

What You’ll Need

At least 3 colors of yarn, two for body and one for cockpit. As you can see from the pic above, you can be pretty flexible with it.

Tapestry Needle

3.0 mm crochet hook

Terms

CH-chain stitch

SL-slip stitch

MC-magic circle

SC-single crochet

INC-do two single crochet in one stitch

DEC-do one single crochet over two stitches

DC-double crochet

H2C-half double crochet

Body

MC 6

INC 6

(SC, INC) x 6

SC 18

SC 18

SC 18

SC 18

SC 18

SC 18

(DEC, SC 7) x 2

SC 16

(DEC, SC 2) x 4

(DEC, SC) x4

DEC 4

Wings (x2)

CH 11, leaving a long tail for sewing

Join in first stitch, SC 11

DEC, SC 9

DEC, SC 8

DEC, SC 7

(DEC, SC 3) x 2

DEC 3 For the wing stripes it really depends on how tight you do ur chain stitches. Generally it takes me more than 20, but results may vary.

Small Tail Fin (x2)

MC 6, do not join with first stitch

Large Tail Fin (x2)

MC 5, CH 2

Turn (do not close) 2 DC in first stitch, H2C 2, SC 2, SL

Cockpit

CH 5

Turn, skip first stitch, SC 3, 3SC in end stitch, SC 3, 3SC

When stitching everything together, I like to do it in this order: Wing Decoration onto wings, wings onto body, Large tailfin onto body, Small tailfin onto body, then cockpit.

But that's about it! Enjoy!

[gracefully33]

🦋Fame Asteroids Pt. 2🦋

* Inspired by @astrosky33 & @astrostell

* Based off MY INTERPRETATIONS

* Asteroids used Fama(408), Apollo(1862), Bathseba(592), Varuna(20000), & Starr(4150)

* WARNING MAY CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT‼️

* I’ll ONLY be going over FAMA and VARUNA and these observations don’t apply to everyone

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💙 Fama(408)- gossip spread about you during fame, what you could be known for, things you could experience during fame, etc.

💙 Apollo(1862)- Over the top worship

💙 Bathseba(592)- Catching attention from massive groups of strangers

💙 Varuna(20000)- international/fame around the world

💙 Starr(4150)- how you will gain fame

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✨Fama✨

* We will discuss the rumors that could be spread about you and things you could experience.

✨Aries/1H/1,13,25 degrees:

- You could experience a lot of competition in your field.

- People could make rumors about you being a hot head or having a bad attitude.

- People could make up lies about you secretly being born a man to discredit your beauty or will try to say you look masculine (Aries rules masculinity also).

- Could get into fist fights during fame with paparazzi, fans, celebs, etc.

- People could be obsessed with your beauty and some may accuse you of having surgery.

-Etc.

✨Taurus/2H/2,14,26 degrees:

- People could make rumors saying that you cannot sing and that you rely on auto tune.

- People could try to rob you or take your possessions away from you

- You could show off your luxurious lifestyle a lot

-Etc.

✨Gemini/3H/3,15,27 degrees:

- People could make up lies about you on social media a lot. (ex: you photoshop your pics a lot)

- People could misinterpret your words and will try to cancel you for that.(Gemini represents communications and more)

- You could have a huge social media following.

-Etc.

✨Cancer/4H/4,16,28 degrees:

- Rumors about you having a secret family.

- Rumors about your parents/family.

- You could experience great amounts of money/billionaire status. (The 28 in numerology represents wealth)

-Etc.

✨Leo/5H/5,17,29 degrees:

- People could compare you to other celebs/entertainers a lot.

- Pregnancy rumors (5H represents kids and pregnancy)

- You could be remembered for your phenomenal performances.

- Rumors about you beefing with other entertainers.

-Etc.

✨Virgo/6H/6 & 18 degrees:

- Rumors about you not being humble.

- You could be known for being a perfectionist.

- People could judge you more than the average celeb.

- Etc.

✨Libra/7H/7 & 19 degrees:

- You could be a beauty symbol or known for your sense of fashion.

- Relationship rumors could spark up.

- Rumors about you being unfair could come about.

- Etc.

✨Scorpio/8H/8 & 20 degrees:

- The public could be very obsessed with you and paparazzi could be overly aggressive.

- Rumors about a s*x tape could come about or get leaked.

- Rumors about being in the occult (ILLUMINATI 👹, JK just know you’re not beating the occult and witchcraft rumors😂😭😂).

- People could talk a lot about your sexual history/body count and even sl*t shame you.

- Etc.

✨Saggitarius/9H/9 & 21 degrees:

- You could be known as very intelligent/wise.

- Rumors about you being arrogant.

- You could travel a lot.

- Could get in trouble with the FEDs aka mug shot

- Rumors about your religious beliefs could come up.

- Etc.

✨Capricorn/10H/10 & 22 degrees:

- Rumors about new business adventures.

- Rumors about having issues with your label or management.

- You could accomplish all your career goals.

- You could become an authority figure in your field.

- Etc.

✨Aquarius/11H/11 & 23 degrees:

- You could become very influential in your career/field.

- You could bring groups of people together 24/7.

- Rumors about you stealing other people’s ideas/plagiarizing.

- Etc.

✨Pisces/12H/12 & 24 degrees:

- You could be seen as very hypnotic and glamorous during your career. (The 12H also represents glamour)

- People could say you aren’t who you say you are.

- Rumors about your spiritual beliefs.

- People could drag you for being very out of touch with reality.

- Etc.

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☁️Varuna☁️

☁️Aries/1H/1,13,& 25 degrees:

- You could be internationally/worldwide known as a hair influencer.

- Your aesthetic

- Throwing tantrums (it’s giving “eXcUsE mE dO YoU kNoW wHo I aM”).

- Etc.

☁️Taurus/2H/2,14,& 26 degrees:

- International/worldwide singer

- Known for having the most stunning voice

- Well known food critic

- Etc.

☁️Gemini/3H/3,15,& 27 degrees:

- International/Worldwide talk show host or podcaster

- Being able to do everything at once

- Known for child like spirit

- Etc.

☁️Cancer/4H/4,16,& 28 degrees:

- Internationally/worldwide known for being wealth & household name(The 28th degree)

- Known for being empathetic towards others

- Known for being too sensitive or defensive

-Etc.

☁️Leo/5H/5,17,& 29 degrees:

- Internationally known for making music, acting, etc.

- Known for being pretty (5 represents beauty in numerology).

- Known for being in drama a lot.

- Etc.

☁️Virgo/6H/6 & 18 degrees:

- Internationally known for giving back to the community.

- Known for innocent image.

- Known for being a TV show judge.

- Etc.

☁️Libra/7H/7 & 19 degrees:

- Internationally known for being beautiful.

- Known for fashion sense

- Known for being cooperative or easy to work with

- Etc

☁️Scorpio/8H/8 & 20 degrees:

- Internationally known sex symbol.

- Known for using magic

- known for being brave

- Etc.

☁️Sagittarius/9H/9 & 21 degrees:

- Internationally known for your philosophy

- Known for being blunt and straightforward

- Known photographer

- Etc.

☁️Capricorn/10H/10 & 22 degrees:

- Internationally for being the boss of something or a company

- Known for your legacy

- Known for working hard.

- Etc.

☁️Aquarius/11H/11 & 23 degrees:

- Internationally known for being unique/innovative

- Known for being rebellious (could rebel against authority or family)

- Known for partying a lot

- Etc.

☁️Pisces/12H/12 & 24 degrees:

- Internationally known for impersonations

- Known for inspiring others

- Known for sacrificing yourself for others.

- Etc.

[dulcevenganzaa]

hiii so i decided to put together my research skill and love for fashion to look up some of the sunglasses gerard's been wearing this leg of tour since i've seen some people wondering about them and personally i just really like some of these. so, this is what I've found so far 

Black SL 421 | Saint Laurent / they've been wearing these all tour basically, seen before in the NA shows (Montreal, St Paul, Oakland, and most recently in Brisbane) - they're sold out rn but they usually retail around $350 - $400 

YY5010 | Yohji Yamamoto / (worn in Aotearoa and never seen again 😔) These are kinda hard to miss, the particular design of the bridge is a staple of the brand, another thing is that they're pretty hard to get a hold of? they're not on the official website as far as i could tell, but they're listed in sites like grailed, the model in the link varies a little but they're the same basically

Lemtosh Sun (Flesh) | Moscot / these were the hardest to ID, pretty much bc there are like a million models that look like this, i am certain these are the ones he's wearing, what gives them away are the rivets (tiny screws) and that curve on the inside of the bridge, he really seems to favour these lately lol but he also wore them a few times in the states iirc

Tristan | Jacques Marie Mage / i wasn't too sure about these ones at first since they look like generic wayfarers at first glance but they do have that curve on the top and the rivets match pretty well, this are the most expensive on the list so far, and they come from a relatively young brand from LA that manufactures some models in Japan < so hence the price im guessing 

GG1119S 001 | Gucci / these are a complete shot in the dark tbh since they're a pretty generic model, you could look up any brand and find their own version of these but Gucci's model is the closest one i could find so far, not a 100% match, if you look at the model G's wearing the bridge has a more pronounced curve and as i looked through other pics the temples don't match either and they seem to be way rounder?

[kmp78]

What even is my life... 😂

So I'm at the airport, right.

Waiting for my flight to Riga where I'm going on a 2-day break (followed by Trondheim but that's beside the point) and I'm just chilling at the gate waiting to board when... who do I see... 🧐

Oh yes indeed.

2.0. 😂😂😂

Which of course means... HE IS HERE TOO. ⚠️

So naturally I move closer to the gate and next I spot Nana the camel (🤦🏼‍♀️🎒🎒🎒🎒) chatting to who I assume was an airport handler or smthg like that.

With a bag full of local natural food snackies. 😉

And then out of the blue just minutes before boarding...

...HE waltzes by. 😂👋

A few younger gals also recognized him and there were gasps and all that. 🤭😱

They go right through the gates before anyone else is allowed, of course. 🫅

So then we blebs are invited to board and I KNOW I have to get smthg out of this situation so I'm thinking how do I get footage without it being too obvious?! 🤔

We all remember that one plane pic couple months back where JL was secretly filmed by someone while boarding and he saw it and looked miffed so I def didn't wanna repeat that! 😬

So obvs pics were out of the question, but...

Video. 😏

VIDEO, baby! 😏

I could set my video to record and just shut the lid and no one would know it's on. 🤷🏼‍♀️

And soooo...

Look, am I proud of myself?

Perhaps not. 🤷🏼‍♀️

BUT AS IF Y'ALL WOULDN'T HAVE. 🤨🫵😂

Anyhoo THOUGHTS! ⚠️

1. They had the entire business/1st class area booked for themselves, which means they are paying for 15 seats but only using 3. 😂💸💸💸

2. La Principessa needs to have her own private row away from the riff-raff servants who quite happily seemed to enjoy sitting together. 😉

3. SNACKIES NEED THEIR OWN SEAT. 😎

And yes, this is a great time to point out the glaringly obvious:

NO ONE ELSE TRAVELLED WITH THEM.

No SL, no Stevie, not anyone. 👀

Okay I saw a few Mars hoodies and caps on folks so MAYBE they were roadies, but they certainly did not get 1st class seats nor did they socialize with these 3 in any way so I'm more inclined to believe they were just fans going to the Riga show. 🤔

But now back to the flight! ✈️

I was sitting back in row 20 so no way to see the posh folks in their ivory tower, but I did giggle to myself the entire 55 minute flight over the sheer absurdity of the situation... 🤭

Me of all people stuuuuck in a metal box with Lord Messiah 10k up in the air. 😂

Like... there are around 20 flights between Riga and Helsinki by 2 different airlines every day, and we end up on the same one?! 😂🤪

The universe, man... 😂🫣

AND!!! Imagine if smthg went terribly wrong and our plane had crashed!

Imagine me DYING IN A PLANE CRASH WITH JARED GOD DAMN LETO??????? 💀😳

That's some wild shit, man... 😂

Anyway, then we land and as we taxi to our spot I notice a building right by our plane with a fancy black car waiting.

VIP!!!! 🫅

Oooof course. 😎

Then we park and I lose eye contact with the weasel cos everyone jumps up and blocks my view, and I knew for a fact he would be getting off first and quite possibly into a car which will whisk him to that building which was right in my view...

...and viola! 😛

The van swerves to the door and Nana hops out...

...followed by the weasel and 2.0. 😂

Naturally Messiahs don't do bleb customs! ✌️

His Holiness disappeared into the VIP building and Yours Truly was left to pick up her rags and find transport into town since apparently hitching a ride in that big ol' van was a nope. 🤷🏼‍♀️

And thus we close another insane chapter of the neverending #Kared4Evah saga! 😂👫

But not before I leave you with what I consider to perhaps be the greatest piece of content I managed to grab during this whole shebang:

BEHOLD!!!! ⚠️

LETO ASS PRINT!!! 😂😂😂😂🍑

And his garbage which they definitely don't ask travellers to take with them when leaving the aircraft. 🙄

But hey.

LA PRINCIPESSA WOULD NEVAH. 👸✌️

[arminsumi]

i know you already made one but i NEED more mean dom! armin arlert to readd 🙏 it’s not a want anymore it’s a NEED for him to say the most evil, diabolically, appalling shit to my face. this man can destroy me however he wants. i need this man to degrade me so bad.

🔞 You're So Mean!

★ Note : mean dom armin? HMM. i cooked this up, hope it's nutritious!

★ Warnings : 🔞 MDNI/18+ "sl*t"/"wh*re"/"b*tch", dom!Armin, mean!Armin, condescending dirty talk, rough sex, toys, edging, he takes a pic of ur orgasm face, breeding, creampies

He has a cooing, sweet voice when he talks down at you after cumming all over your face.

"Aw, you look so sweet with your tongue out for me. Like a pathetic little puppy. Come crawl over onto my lap and lick me clean now."

You're riding his lap — sorry wait no, correction; he's making you ride his lap and practically bouncing you up and down on his cock. And you're just holding onto his shirt's suspenders, blanking on his cock as it hits deeper and harder with each thrust.

"Nasty fucking slut." he smiles cutely, "Listen to how loud that pussy is. You should be ashamed of how wet you are."

His tone sounds praising and you're so fucked-out when he's got you folded over and restrained over his desk. So you just think he's praising you, you're barely registering the vileness of his dirty talk.

"Baby, you're so pretty, 'm gonna breed your cunt tonight 'n put a baby in you. I think you'll like that, huh? Yeah a slutty little succubus like you loves creampies."

He especially loves taking you from the back, so he can grab your neck from the back and pull you back, forcing you to look up at him with teary eyes.

"Min, 'm gonna cum! Don't stop!" you cry. He just gives you this naughty smile, "Oh baby, bad girls don't deserve to cum. Maybe if you beg I'll change my mind, though. So beg."

"Please! Daddy!" you beg. He's awful, he uses your cock-drunk state to his advantage and makes you beg until your voice goes hoarse.

"That's it, keep begging like a god damn slut. Gonna make me blow my load inside you, pretty girl." he's edged you until your mind melted like a popsicle stick in the heat.

Your knees buckle, he has to keep you upright. His pale, soft hands come down to rub frantic circles at your clit. "Let's make that lil' clit feel good." he grins devilishly against your ear.

Oops! He edges you again and jerks his cock over your pussy 'till he cums, painting your slit white with creamy cum.

"Please! I was so close! I need—mmm fuck!" he shuts you up by stuffing a vibrator into your pussy and letting it buzz at max.

"Aw, I know you were close that's why I edged you, you dumb fucking slut. But look, I'll be a nice boy for you and let you cum this time as long as you tell me you love me, baby."

He almost laughs at how quickly you tell him your I love yous. Over and over. You're incoherent, hole clenching around the G-spot clit vibe, arching and thrusting your hips to help your orgasm along faster.

"Look at that slutty cunt working for its orgasm." he mocks, using one hand to spread your plush ass wide enough until both your holes are exposed. "You're so beautiful. Now you can cum baby, come on chase it like a good puppy and cum for me."

Your eyes roll back, you pant and make the most erotic expression as you cum which Armin mocks. He takes a picture of your cumming face and shows it to you as you come down from your orgasm.

"Isn't she a slutty bitch?" he smiles, then his thumb goes to press the little heart so that picture is favorited in his gallery.

"Miiin, you're so mean!" you complain half-heartedly.

"Yeah, well, you asked for it." he kisses your tear-stained cheek. "Not my fault I caught a kinky bitch, is it?"

Oops. Yeah well you can't deny it — you practically begged your nice boyfriend to degrade you, didn't you? He was so sweet in the beginning but now he loves fucking you until tears stream down your cheeks.

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

[angelic-sturniolos111]

Halloweekend 😈

It’s your first time back in LA since your sleazy ex-boyfriend cheated on you. During your visit you’re invited with friends to a big Halloween house party. You take advantage of this opportunity as a way to bring your confidence back up by wearing a sl*tty costume. Your friend, Matt Sturniolo, can’t keep his eyes off of you the whole night…

matthew sturniolo x fem! reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of anxiety/ anxiety attacks, alcohol, marijuana/ drugs, suggestive sexual content

reader’s costume: https://pin.it/1ROVZdj

author’s note: I usually don’t like including pictures of what the reader is supposed to be wearing because everyone has a different body type, race, preference, etc… so please imagine yourself however you’d like but the pic is just for reference! also, there’s a text chain in this fic where orange text= Chris, blue= Matt, and purple= Nick (duh).

did not proofread this bc I’m lazy

You had been struggling with your confidence since your boyfriend of several months had cheated on you with some skimpy instagram model the last time you two went to LA together. After the break-up you had been constantly texting your best friend Matt Sturniolo because he knew you better than anyone— better than your ex ever did. You two grew up in Boston and became close friends in high school before the onset of his online success with his brothers. You were one of the few Boston friends he had who stuck close by and supported him through everything, and the three always invited you to LA to visit them whenever you could. You wanted to get away for a bit to get your mind off your ex and cure your shitty mood, and so Matt helped you book a flight out as you planned to stay with them in LA for a little bit. You’ve stayed with them in LA multiple times and subsequently became friends with LA girls like Madi Filipowicz and Paige Taylor.

You were currently out shopping with Madi and Paige for a last-minute Halloween costume. It was Halloweekend, and Madison Beer was hosting a big house party and invited the three of you and the triplets.

“Guys I don’t know… I’m kinda having second thoughts about going tonight.” You said hesitantly.

“Um no, absolutely not! We’re going to find the sexiest costume for you and you’re going to go and have all the guys fawning over you. Plus I already bought j’s for all of us so you can’t back out now.” Paige replies in a demanding tone.

“And Matt will be there too soooo…” Madi says suggestively.

“Okay for the millionth time nothing will ever happen between Matt and I! We’ve been friends too long and I just don’t think he sees me in that way.” You say back.

There was no doubt that you always had feelings for Matt, but you never acted on them afraid of ruining the friendship and losing him forever. So, you kept your mouth shut and tried to suppress these feelings by dating one douchebag after another which always ended disastrously. Madi and Paige were the only two who knew about your long-term crush on Matt and they’re always encouraging you to make a move or ask him out, but you’re afraid that just won’t ever happen.

“Whatever.” Madi laughs. “Come on, let’s try these on and we’ll get each others input and see which one looks best on each of us.”

***

In the dressing room you had tried on costumes like “sexy nun,” “sexy devil,” “playboy bunny,” but you just weren’t feeling yourself in any of them. You opened and tried on the last costume in your basket. It was a sexy, lacy maids costume with thigh-high stockings and a cute lace choker with a bow. You spun around looking at yourself in the mirror from every angle, and honestly, you felt sexy as fuck. The skirt ended just below your ass making the bottom it peak out ever so slightly while the apron cinched your waist and the scoop neck accentuated your boobs nicely. You get a light knock at the door.

“Hey, find anything yet?” You hear Madi say. You open the door to the fitting room and step out into view with a smile plastered on your face.

“Oh, abso-fucking-lutely.” Paige says making you smile even more.

***

The three of you were in Madi’s room making final adjustments to your hair and makeup before calling an Uber. You couldn’t lie, you were actually looking forward to having Matt see you dressed up like this. You felt so sexy and hot and hoped Matt would see you in the same way.

“Alright. Last one before we head out the door,” Paige says handing you and Madi each a shot. “Cheers!” You throw your head back as the liquid burns your throat and nose and you shaking your head a bit to alleviate the sting.

Calling Uber now see you soon! You texted in the group chat with you and the triplets.

Omfg about time u girls take foreverrrrr

Word

Cool we’re in the backyard rn we’ll wait here for you!

You step out of the Uber and follow the girls up the walkway to the front door leading yourselves in and greeting familiar faces as you walk through the house to the back porch. You get outside and see Chris already playing pong with Nate as Nick stands by their side chatting away with Madison. “Hey guys!” You say as Nick turns to you reaching to you for a hug.

“Oh my god you girls look fucking stunning!” Nick says to you Madi and Paige eliciting a thank you from everyone. Madi and Nick hug and get to talking while Madison and Paige do the same.

“Hey Y/N looking good! Nice to see you again!” Nate says politely extending his arm out for a side hug. You looked next to him to see Chris concentrating on his next shot before releasing the ball and sinking it into a cup across the table.

Chris turns to look at you and his eyes widen slightly. “Woah when the fuck did this happen?” He says putting his hands up.

“When did what happen?” You laugh.

“When did you get hot as fuck all of a sudden?” Chris says and you roll your eyes playfully— although his comment definitely made you feel good.

“Hey I’ve always been hot as fuck so thanks for finally noticing!” You say as the two of you reached out to hug one another. “Where’s Matt?” You had scanned the backyard and didn’t catch sight of him.

“Ummm not sure he was out here a minute ago.”

“Y/N! Come on we’re gonna go spark up over by the pool. Chris, you got a light on you?” Paige pushed between the two of you interrupting.

Chris reaches into his pocket and pulls out a lighter handing it to her, “Always.” He says with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Thanks you’re the best! Okay come on let’s go!” Paige grabs your arm and starts leading the way over to the pool.

“But— Wait I. Ugh… okay.” You sigh and give in letting her pull you through the crowd. She leads you to the area behind the pool slide where you see Madi and Nick already waiting for you two. Paige pulls the joints out of her bag and hands one to each of us, and gives Madi the lighter first to pass down the line. They light up, and once the lighter is passed into your hand you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“May I?” You turn around and are greeted by the piercing ice blue eyes of Matt Sturniolo. You smile, passing him the lighter and putting the joint up to your mouth as he covers the end with his hand and lights it for you. Something about this gesture, and his large hands wrapped on the lighter, was really doing it for you. You take a puff, inhaling and feeling your shoulders and body relax a bit.

“Well you definitely look different than how I last saw you this morning.” Matt smiles, laughing lightly.

“Mmhm well I hope it’s good different.” You reply. You were testing the waters being a little flirty with Matt for the first time.

“Oh yeah… very good.” He says as his eyes trail up and down your body making heat rise in your chest.

***

The two of you continued to talk, passing the joint back and forth, and you couldn’t help but notice Matt’s unusual behavior. Every time you turned away and back to him you caught his eyes already planted on some part of your body before he’d move them back up to meet yours. It was obvious he was checking you out, and this only boosted your confidence even more.

“Come on let’s grab a drink.” You tossed the remainder of the joint and grab Matt’s hand and started walking. He entangled his fingers in yours as you walked. Pushing through the crowd you take a look back at Matt to see that his eyes were glued to your ass that became repeatedly visible with each step you took. You smile to yourself and bring him into the kitchen with you. It definitely wasn’t as crowded inside the house and you used that opportunity to try and have a little more privacy with Matt. You watch as Matt pours drinks into both your cups, and turns handing yours back to you.

“Do you want to go in the living room with me? Sit on the couch for a bit?” You asked Matt. He smiles, and this time he goes to grab your hand as he leads you towards the living room. You both slightly stop in your tracks once you enter the room.

“Hey there he is! Dude come sit with us you have to listen to this story!” Says Chris to Matt from the couch as he’s surrounded by friends standing or sitting on the floor in a circle. You hear Matt let out a small sigh before he sits next to Chris on the couch, and you next to Matt. Chris was going on and on with some crazy story from a Lil Skies concert with everyone listening intently, including Matt. It was painful having him sit right next to you in this moment because with your costume, the alcohol, and the weed you were feeling pretty hot and heavy. Chris continued on with his story leaving no room for you to interject, and you were dying to get Matt’s attention somehow. You waited for a brief pause in Chris’s speech to interrupt.

“Anyone need me to throw out or refill their cups? I figured it’s the least I could do given my current costume.” You say laughing lightly. The group laughs and nod as they reach for their cups. You get off the couch and go over to the guys sitting on the floor, and you bend over to grab their cups. You make sure to bend over right across from Matt ensuring he could get a perfect view up your small skirt. You collect the cups and turn back around to see Matt uncomfortably shifting in his seat as his face was blushing.

You leave to the kitchen to throw out most of the cups and refill a few drinks, and when you come back into the living room you see your previous seat next to Matt was occupied by some girl. She had her hand on his shoulder as she chatted him up.

That’s when you notice the girl sitting next to him is the same one your ex cheated on you with when you were in LA together.

You feel a ping in your chest and your stomach sinks. You put the cups down on the coffee table and turn away swiftly walking out of the living room. You scan your surroundings and feel your anxiety kicking in. Your heart starts racing, and your breathing becomes quicker and more staggered. You frantically walk through the crowd trying to find some sort of bathroom or bedroom you could be alone in. You find a door in the corner of the kitchen and open it to find a staircase leading to the basement. You close the door behind you and walk down the steps, turning on the light to see a couch with a television set and some speakers. You sit on the couch and put your hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat, and take a deep breath to try and control your breathing. A tear slips out from your eye and rolls down your cheek. All the confidence that you had built up tonight had just been shattered. You genuinely thought, for the first time ever during your friendship, that Matt might have seen you as more than the friend he has from high school. Stupid. I’m so fucking stupid for ever believing in some fantasy that Matt would have feelings for me. You thought to yourself as you quietly cried. You stayed like this for several minutes before you hear a door close and footsteps making their way down the stairs. You look and see Matt with an incredibly concerned look on his face.

“Hey, I was looking for you and someone said they saw you come down here. Are you okay?” He says in a soft tone. He comes and sits closely next to you on the couch as he places his hand on your back, gently rubbing it. You swallow the lump in your throat, and exhale deeply before speaking.

“I don’t know. I guess I just haven’t been feeling great about myself since my ex cheated. I know we talked about this already and I said I was fine, but the girl he cheated on me with is this super skinny and hot instagram model… the one you were talking with on the couch actually.” You pause and look at Matt and he looks down for a moment. “And seeing who he cheated on me with, how she’s way prettier than me, has just made me feel bad about myself lately.” You say choking slightly on your words as you let more tears spill from your eyes.

Matt places his hands on your shoulders and gently turns for you to face him.

“Y/N, you wouldn’t believe the amount of eyes I’ve seen on you tonight. You are so beautiful. Stunning! And her? She’s an annoying bitch that none of us like anyways, especially me which is why I left right after she came to talk to me. Annoying bitch with your stupid fucking douche of an ex makes much more sense than the two of you being together. He didn’t deserve you at ALL. I was always telling my brothers how shifty and rude I thought he was, and I never liked him. He didn’t treat you the way you should been treated.” Matt says sternly.

“Thank you. I thought maybe tonight would’ve made me feel better. I couldn’t give less of a fuck what other guys were staring besides—” You cut yourself off. In your impaired state you were nearly about to tell Matt how you feel about him.

“Besides?” Matt interrupts your thoughts and his eyes scan your face. Waiting for an answer. You let out a deep sigh. Your lack of inhibitions getting the better of you.

“Besides you. I thought I might’ve caught you eyeing me up and down, or at least I was hoping you were. I’ve always had feelings for you, and I thought you didn’t feel the same until tonight. I took your glances as something more serious than it is. In reality I know it’s not like that, and I’m sorry.” Matt’s hands came off your shoulders and you look to see his face dropped sadness present in his expression. There was a long pause before his hand reached up to cup my cheek. His eyes flickered from mine down to my lips. He leans in and places a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling back and speaking,

“Y/N, it is like that. I have always had feelings for you, but my anxieties and fears always get the better of me and I’ve never been able to tell you. God, I have been on edge all night just being in your presence because yes, I was eyeing you up and down, and this costume is driving me absolutely fucking wild.” He says as he places a hand on my thigh and gently caresses the lace of my stocking with his thumb. “Trust me I’ve been wanting to make a move on you all night, but I didn’t want you to think I wanted you in that way because with you I want so much more. I want everything. I want you.” He says sincerely, his eyes locking with yours.

You didn’t even give it a second thought before you crashed your lips onto his. He immediately kissed you back. The kiss got deeper and you gently bite his bottom lip and pull away. Matt groans as he slides his hand from your face to the back of your neck and pulls you in close for a passionate kiss, his tongue roaming the inside of your mouth. His other hand slides up your thigh making you whine and you move to straddle his lap. He puts his hands on the outside of your thighs, and you slide his hands backwards to land on your ass where he gives it a rough squeeze… making you whine and him moan into your mouth. He takes one hand and slides it up the nape of your neck, grabbing your hair and pulling your face away from his breaking the kiss. You look into Matt’s lust blown eyes.

“Let’s get out of here.” He softly whispers in your ear sending a chill down your spine…

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I haven’t made an archive of our own acc yet but when I do I am thinking an absolutely filthyyyyy part two. 🫣 no promises.