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transbookoftheday · 5 months
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Trans Horror Books
Looking for some trans horror books to read for Halloween? Here you go:
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Book titles:
Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White
The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White
The Ojja-Wojja by Magdalene Visaggio and Jenn St-Onge
Let Me Out by Emmett Nahil and George Williams
The Honeys by Ryan La Sala
Even If We Break by Marieke Nijkamp
Tell Me I’m Worthless by Alison Rumfitt
Brainwyrms by Alison Rumfitt
All the White Spaces by Ally Wilkes
Bound In Flesh by Lor Gislason
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haysey-draws · 5 months
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Something a little...different.
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~ Black | White | Red ~
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xitsensunmoon · 3 months
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Want to draw. Nothing to draw. A lot of things to draw actually. Not feeling any of them. Want to draw
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sunsfawn · 1 month
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the tale of how i got my powers …
lyrics: powers - boygenius
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dizzytiger · 10 months
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WHO in nintendo decided to put this outfit on link. WHY DOES THE FROGGY OUTFIT SHOW SO MUCH SKIN. WHY DOES NINTENDO KNOW WHAT THEYRE DOING.
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romancingdaffodils · 6 months
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Drunken Monologues
Certified Mind Blower
remus lupin x gender neutral!magical!reader
fluff fluff pure fluff with a tiny sprinkle of Remus being silly about his furry little problem.
Remus Lupin is the cutest cutie that ever did cute!
You fell asleep at his house, in his bed, beside him. Despite what your ‘drunken’ self may have wanted Remus just put you to sleep. Then, you wake up to the sound of his voice and to the scent of something sweet. Oh, and a splitting headache.
haii did you miss me i bet you did (lots of love lilac)
ps i think this picture is super cute because my best friend taught me how to play backgammon and i’m shit at it but it makes me happy :333 matt hitt is so cute
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Remus Lupin has been and always will be unbearably pretty. So, when you woke up in his bed, it was a bit of a shock. However, that shock was soon overcome by the consequences of your previous actions. ‘Ow, my head.’ you thought, groaning once again. You were certain you hadn’t been that drunk, but maybe you were in denial. Not being that drunk should not warrant this awful headache. Suddenly, it dawned on you. You were alone in the bed. Surely Remus wasn’t the type to fuck off from his own house just because he wasn’t interested in you, right? Right? Sitting up, another sensation other than the splitting headache hit you. The smell of pancakes and the sound of Remus’s voice. Yum (for both). He’s talking, was he on the phone? You wanted to groan again, feeling like it was too much energy to move to the lounge. However, for more of Remus, you’d do anything.
“I’d say sorry Pads,” Sirius from last night, you remind yourself “But, I’m not sorry at all. They’re lovely, absolutely perfect.” he said, his voice muffled slightly by the walls. You can’t hear Sirius’s voice but you imagine he said something along the lines of ‘Honestly Moony, never expected that from you,’. As you had this thought, it set in he was talking about you. Fuck. Your face flushed and every single thing you’d said last night popped into your head. Late night slideshows of embarrassment now had enough fuel to last a life time. Padding out of the bedroom, you stood in the doorway to the lounge.
“Dunno why you’re so bothered, heard you went home with someone else anyway, Mckinnon was it? Or perhaps the bartender guy, who couldn’t leave you alone?” Remus said, chuckling down the phone. You were glad Sirius wasn’t bothered by your infatuation with his friend, seeing as he’d gone home with someone else. In front of him, two plates of pancakes were being coated in strawberries and chocolate spread. Sirius shouted so loud down the phone that you actually heard it this time.
“‘Cause it was a fucking betrayal Remus!” he whined and you couldn’t help but giggle at his remark. Immediately, the tall boys head whipped round and he flashed you a smile.
“Good bye Sirius.” he replied, hanging up instantly. “Made breakfast, how long have you been awake?” he asked, still grinning at you; you smiled back.
“Not long, thanks for breakfast. Looks good.” you said, trying desperately hard not to fumble over your words. Your cheeks were still flushed and your brain was still mush.
“You alright, love? Y’look- quite red. How’s your head?” he questioned, as though he could read your mind. The statement ‘you look quite red’ was obviously a teasing one. So, when you frowned up at him, his grin only grew. Stomach twisting, you tried desperately hard not to give him a reaction to his pet name.
“I’m fine, thanks. Plus, you’re completely and utterly awful.” you complained, still frowning up at him.
“I made you breakfast and I’m awful. You were a lot braver last night.” he teased, picking up the two plates and placing them down on the breakfast bar.
“I remember you being a lot less mean last night.” you complained, still scowling at him. Your false anger didn’t last long as you sat down and gave a big smile. “Thank you.” you added, tilting your head.
“ ‘m incredible, dunno what you’re talking about. And, you’re welcome. How’d you sleep?” he replied, sitting down next to you and stretching out his legs. He was so unbelievably pretty, even with messy hair and too big pyjamas - which consisted of a band shirt and joggers.
“Really, really well actually. You? Oh, by the way. Sorry about, you know, everything I said last night. I’m not normally like that.” you mumbled in between bites of freakishly good pancakes. Chocolate spread and strawberries were an unmatched combo (only lemon juice and sugar could beat it).
“Slept well too. Plus, quite enjoyed you telling me how, ahh what was it? Fucking gorgeous you think I am. But, seriously, no worries.” Remus teased, but his tone deepened at his last sentence.
“I feel like I forced my way into your home.” you giggled, smiling over at him sheepishly.
“I’m not complaining. Y’lovely. I know you heard me say that to Sirius, by the way. You don’t really have the whole poker face nailed, do you?”.
“No, no not really.” you mumbled, becoming flustered once again. Watching Remus, you admired his every move as he finished off the pancakes. Similarly, he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. “Let me help, like do the washing up or something.” you said, standing up as soon as you finished the food “I feel bad, you’ve been so nice.”.
“You really don’t have to, but, if you want to you can.” he stated, smiling over at you as you took the plate away. Quickly, you got to work on washing the plates. He laughed lightly as he watched you, shaking his head.
“Are you laughing at me?” you asked, feigning offence. Approaching you, Remus placed his arms on either side of you. You turned around, having finished with the washing up. His face was only a few inches away from your own.
“Would never.” he defended, looking down at you. Remus Lupin was ridiculously tall, pretty and charismatic. He dressed like a loser, but was in fact - in your eyes - quite the opposite. Right now, he was all you had ever wanted.
“Hi.” your mind was at a complete blank and the fact you had even formed a word was impressive. Your body felt like it was on fire.
“Hello, dove.” he purred, trying hard not to laugh at the look on your face. As calm as Remus presented himself, he had a dead giveaway. A tell. White knuckles. He was gripping the sink so tightly his knuckles had altered into a pale, almost translucent white.
“You didn’t kiss me yesterday.” you stated, feeling it rather appropriate for the situation. He smiled. You swallowed, hard.
“No, I didn’t. You were quite drunk. However, it would be awful of me to not kiss you today.” he murmured in response, leaning closer in. Your mind was filled with a repetitive sequence of two words. Kiss me. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. His teasing was criminal. He was driving you insane within the first day of knowing him and you couldn’t imagine the solace his kiss would bring.
“So awful,”. You had to bite your tongue to avoid begging him to kiss you.
Moving even closer towards you, Remus’s tight grip on the sink never once faltered. And, finally, sweet relief. He kissed you like you’d never been kissed before. Soft, sweet and somehow it held a passion that sent your brain into a wicked frenzy. When he pulls away, you pant.
It was good. Too good. Far too good.
“You’re so pretty, ‘s unfair.” he cooed, releasing the sink and running his hand through your hair. Tenderly, he tucked the majority of your unbrushed hair behind your ears. Remus didn’t really seem to mind the mess.
“Ha-ha. Haha.” you said. Yes, you spoke the sounds “Ha-ha.” Sounding somewhat like a maniac, all you could do was look up at him with pure adoration.
“Are you okay?” he asked, tilting his head. Once again, he was trying desperately hard not to laugh.
“Perfectly- Um, perfectly fine.” you confirmed, nodding your head as you spoke. Once again, the broken record spinning that was in your mind began its maniacal chant. ‘Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.’ you begged, silently.
“Still not got a poker face, dove.” he observed, leaning back in. Connection. Morning breath and all. Connection. You were praying you wouldn’t collapse of the sensation of it all. Your hands shakily found their way into Remus’s hair. Carelessly, his hands moved to your waist and pulled you closer.
In books it’s common for the writer to describe the characters emotions whilst kissing; it emphasises how good the sensation truly is. However, right now, you were going against all laws of literature. All you could think, feel or live was Remus. One day was all it took for you to be whipped. Truly, taken. One day.
With your head tilted upwards and your body pressed flush against the brown haired man’s, you could’ve died. Unfortunately, he pulled away. Taking in slow deep breaths, he peered down at you. The look in his eyes was different. He had attraction and affection, sure. But, there was something else there. His expression changed, now matching the look in his eyes. It looked like he was fighting some sort of battle with himself.
And, honestly? Remus was fighting a battle. He liked you, from what he could tell anyway. He liked you a lot. However, Remus Lupin was burdened with a curse he wouldn’t dare admit to anyone bar his closest friends. His so called furry little problem actually turned out to be a rather large problem. Especially when it came to people like you.
Famously, he was promiscuous. God knows the number of people he’d been with. But, those hookups could be reduced to a number. Someone like you couldn’t be inconsequential. In fact, he was of the firm belief you were going to be quite consequential in deed. Reducing you to another quick affection fix would be doing you a great disservice, so Remus thought anyway. So here he was, in his own kitchen, desperately pleading with his own brain to let him take you out. You kissed like some sort of God and you begged like a desperate follower; his body couldn’t decide which part of you he liked the most. In turn, that was what led to the ultimate decision to ask you out. Reminding himself of James, Sirius and Pete’s never ending pep talks, the lanky man understood his lycanthropy did not make him any less worthy of what he wanted. However, trying to act on that was an unbelievably difficult task for Remus. The typical excuse of chronic pain won’t cut it in a serious relationship, when he disappears for days. And, he felt a pang of guilt already fiddling with his intestines for any pain it would bring you. Making his mind up was proving to be far more difficult than he would’ve liked.
His heart won the fight, for once. Foolishly, he had put his logic driven brain aside and let his heart do the talking. (He’d soon come to realise it wasn’t foolish at all).
“Do you wanna go out, this week sometime?” he asked, continuously taking the lead. Grateful, you smiled up at him.
“Yeah, actually. I’d really, really like that.” you affirmed, once again nodding your head like a babbling idiot.
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heroesbyler · 4 months
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They think they're so funny. They think they're so funny
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m4ttstone · 4 months
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smartass
college matt x fem reader
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note: im back, sorry this is so long i had to get it out of my system, also i feel like this is all over the place idk maybe ive just been staring at it for too long. tell me your thoughts, enjoy
content warnings: 18+ mature content, enemies to lovers, smut—nothing too crazy i dont think, mentions of alcohol, creepy drunk guy, brief mentions of violence/blood/injury, one slap, name calling
word count: 4.8k sorryy
summary: turns out the arrogant guy you sit across from in film class might not be so bad after all
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You dreaded film class. Dreaded it. All because of him—the tall, skinny guy with big round glasses that sat across from you. You hadn’t even bothered to learn his name yet because every single time he spoke just the tone of his voice filled you with utter irritation.
You simply could not stand him.
It was a shame really, since you had decided to take film as an elective course and were actually excited for a class for once, yet your expectations were squashed after just a week of dealing with him.
Classic icebreakers during the first class session of the semester had revealed that film was in fact his major, which wasn’t surprising given his arrogance surrounding the subject. He was actually insanely smart and knew a lot about film, but his impressive knowledge was overshadowed by his attitude.
He clearly thought he was the shit and he made sure everyone knew it too.
It was a Friday, which meant today’s class was centered around discussion about the film of the week. You slumped down in your chair, waiting for class to start as you fiddled with the pen in your hand. Time could not have been moving any slower.
He walked in right as class was about to begin, sliding into his seat across the table from you. You glanced up as he sat down, shooting him a slightly annoyed look even though he didn’t notice.
It was a shame he was such a dick because he was honestly quite good looking. You noticed his short curls atop his head were slightly damp, he must’ve taken a shower before class. Maybe that’s why he was almost late… not that you cared anyway—you despised him.
Your attention turned to the professor as class began, and it was actually quite pleasant for a while until you saw his hand go up out of the corner of your eye. The professor acknowledged him.
“Yes, Matthew.”
Matthew. Of course his name was Matthew… prick.
He proceeded to make some arrogant, snarky argument about why he believed the film being discussed was absolute garbage, and as he spoke, you felt the familiar hatred for him starting to burn.
He was such a smartass. If he was too good for this class, why was he even taking it? As he finished speaking you shot your hand into the air.
“Yes, go ahead.”
Here it goes. Class discussion was usually taken up by you and Matthew bickering back and forth over your clashing opinions. You gathered yourself, taking a breath before speaking.
“Thank you professor. I have to disagree with…what was it? Matthew?” you said in an attempt to humble him, “I believe this film had very eloquent storytelling and visually stunning cinematography, to say that it was lackluster is frankly insulting-“
“Are you kidding me? The storyline was shit,” he interrupted you, laughing dryly, his voice dripping with condescension.
“Excuse me?”
“Ahem.” the professor cleared his throat loudly, quickly halting the argument but you could still feel your face burning as you clenched your fists under the table.
You looked down at your lap, still fuming as you felt Matthew’s eyes on you, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
The professor continued with his lecture for the remainder of class until it was time for dismissal. You immediately began to pack your things away, hoping to leave as quickly as possible.
“You can’t actually believe that was a good film,” an unfortunately familiar voice piped up across from you as you shoved your notebook into your bag.
“What is your problem?” you snapped at him harshly, but not loud enough to embarrass yourself in front of the rest of the students lingering in the room.
“I don’t have one, you clearly do,” his voice was flat, his expression darkening slightly as he sensed your anger still boiling.
“Do you always have to be such a smartass?” you huffed as you stood up, slinging your bag over your shoulder. He stood up as well, looking down on you now more literally.
“Are you always this big of a bitch?”
Your jaw dropped slightly as you felt your cheeks burn, frustrated tears threatening to form in your eyes. It took everything in you to not slap him across the face as hard as you could right then and there.
You stomped away still fuming. You didn’t care enough to waste your energy arguing with him any more than you had to for one day. Besides, you wouldn’t have to see him again until the following week.
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Later that evening you sat at your dorm room desk, music playing as you got ready for the night. A friend of a friend was hosting a house party not far from your dorm, so you decided to go out for once. It would be fun, plus a great way to blow off some steam after the confrontation you had in class earlier that day…hopefully.
You had chosen some high waisted black jeans along with a top that showed a decent amount of cleavage for your outfit, paired with a beat up pair of shoes that were strictly for parties at this point. You did some light makeup, making sure to look nice but not like you were trying too hard. It was tasteful, just a bit of eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss.
The friends you were going with had texted and you planned to just meet them at the party, so once ready you were out the door.
When you arrived at the party it was already packed. The music was booming and there was hardly anyone there that you knew as far as you could tell in the dim lighting. You opted to grab a drink from one of the coolers as you looked around trying to find your friends.
Unbeknownst to you there was someone there that you knew… Matthew. He’d noticed you almost as soon as you walked through the door, and he was standing in the corner of the living room talking with a group of people.
You continued wandering aimlessly through the crowd, trying to find your friends when you were stopped by a guy who was clearly already quite intoxicated and also rather intimidating.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he looked you up and down for an uncomfortably long time as you continued to try and squeeze past him.
“Oh, I’m just trying to find my friends, sorry-“
“I’ll be your friend,” he stepped closer to you, causing you to take a step backwards.
“Um no thanks. Excuse me,” you said with attitude in your tone. The last thing you felt like dealing with right now was another asshole.
“What’s your problem bitch?” he raised his voice slightly as he sensed your attitude. You flinched slightly and instantly felt the heat beginning to rise in your cheeks as tears started to prickle in your eyes. There was that name again, this time from a much more physically threatening source.
Almost as soon as that word left his mouth a tall figure moved between you and the man, swiftly yet carefully pushing you back slightly behind them.
“Don’t talk to her like that.”
The familiar voice caused you to look up. Matthew?
“Why? Is she your bitchy girlfriend or something?” the drunk guy took a step forward towards him.
In what seemed like a fraction of a second, Matthew reached up to his face to remove his glasses, forcing them into your hand as he kept you behind his back, before winding up and punching the man square in the jaw.
You flinched as the fight broke out, scared but mostly confused. Where did he come from? How did he know you were there? And most of all, why would he even stand up for you like that? He hated you, and you definitely hated him.
Amidst all the commotion you managed to slip out the back door of the house and began making your way back to your dorm building, slightly shaken up by what happened. You walked as fast as you could, keeping your head down and trying to avoid people to the best of your ability.
Once you finally made it to the door of your dorm room, you went to reach for the knob when you finally realized you were still clutching Matthew’s glasses in your hand. Shit. You hadn’t even realized you had them before leaving the party.
You rolled your eyes as you walked in, locking the door behind you, and placing his glasses on your desk. You would just give them back to him in class on Monday—if you even remembered, you didn’t really care.
You sat down on your bed, staring off into space for a moment before tears began brimming in your eyes. The weight of the entire day was threatening to come crashing down all at once.
First the argument in class, then another argument with a different asshole at the party which caused asshole #1 to punch asshole #2 all because you are too big of a bitch to everyone apparently.
A few tears slid down your cheeks causing the eye makeup you had put on for the party to get smudged a bit. As more tears threatened to fall, you heard a gentle knock at your door.
You have got to be kidding me.
You sniffled softly, carefully trying to wipe away your tears without smearing your makeup even more than you already had, while simultaneously making your way to the door.
“Hey- Matthew?” You were shocked to see him on the other side of your door, and you diverted your eyes immediately as an attempt to hide that you were crying. Before you could even register what was happening he interjected.
“It’s just Matt. Are you okay?” His jaw was clenched and he looked mad but also there was a glimmer of worry in his eyes. Yet you still refused to look at him.
“I’m fine, Matt. Not that it matters anyway.” your voice wavered slightly as you spoke still with a hint of attitude.
“Don’t be like that.” His voice was deep, almost sincere in a way, but you still had your guard up.
You finally looked up at him, noticing that he had a small gash on his cheek and near his lip as well as some dried blood near his nose. Your eyes widened a bit as you stared at him, and you couldn’t help but feel bad. Just a little bit.
He reached up to scratch his head, revealing the bruising knuckles on his hand as well as he saw the look on your face, “Don’t worry about it.”
You opened your door fully, allowing—more like forcing—him to come inside.
He walked in behind you, rolling his eyes as you went to get your first aid kit from your closet. The least you could do was help him clean up, after all he did just kick the shit out of somebody for you… for some reason.
You remembered the feeling of him tucking you back safely behind him, his hand gently against your hip… just the thought of it sent a wave of heat through your body. You were starting to become conflicted about your feelings toward him to say the least, and it seemed as if he was equally as confused.
“Sit,” you pointed at your bed as you got out some alcohol pads to clean up his small wounds. He was being surprisingly quiet and compliant for once, sitting down on the edge of the bed waiting for your next instruction.
You moved in close to him, practically standing between his legs as you gently cleaned the wounds. He sat silently, staring at your focused face that was only inches away as you worked.
You caught his eye contact for a split second, causing you to blush softly as you moved back. His expression was unreadable like always, of course. He always just has to be so confusing.
You looked down at his bruised hand resting in his lap as you spoke quietly, “Why did you do that?”
“Because that guy was a dick.”
“You said the same thing to me earlier today,” you spoke quietly with a hint of sadness in your tone simply for dramatics.
Although you would never admit it to him, it did really hurt a little when he called you that name. But also, something about him being mean like that was oddly attractive. You kept your eyes busy elsewhere while you felt his locked onto you.
“That was different,” his voice stayed calm and low as he spoke.
“How was it fucking different??” you snapped in frustration, starting to raise your voice slightly at him and taking a step closer as your anger began to build again, “You’re lucky I didn’t slap you across the face in front of everyone!”
“Do it.” he egged you on, shrugging, seemingly unbothered.
“Seems like that drunk guy already kicked the shit out of you for me. Pretty pathetic.”
To be honest you had a feeling the other guy was in much worse shape than Matt was, but you couldn’t think of a better comeback.
He stood up off the bed, taking a step closer, practically towering over you as the tension continued to build, “See… that was bitchy.”
Without even thinking twice you reached up, slapping him across the face as hard as you could. To your surprise, he let out a restrained almost girly whine as your hand connected with his cheek, causing you to blush uncontrollably.
What the hell.
He was so confusing… but part of you liked it. A lot.
He loved making you angry, even if you didn’t know it, and you kind of liked pissing him off too. It was like you fed off of each other.
“Do it again, I dare you,” his voice was deep again, eyes dark with desire as he leant down closer towards you.
You thought about it for a second, staring back straight into his eyes. But instead, you reached up carefully, wiping a tiny drop of blood from the small wound near his lip with your thumb.
As he felt your gentle touch he froze for a moment, his eyes flickering across your face, to your lips and back. You noticed, blushing and beginning to back away before you suddenly felt his firm grip on your hips pulling you in flush against him.
It all happened so fast, one hand sliding down over your ass, squeezing harshly as he collided his lips with yours.
You gasped softly against his mouth as you instantly reciprocated the kiss, easily melting into his rough grasp.
He released his grip on your hip, moving his hand up around the back of your neck to deepen the kiss as the other stayed on your ass.
You wrapped your arms up around the back of his neck, parting your lips into the kiss, allowing your tongues to slide together. A soft sigh escaped you as you felt him pull you even tighter against him, still occasionally squeezing your ass.
Your hand traveled up to his hair, tangling the soft curls between your fingers before you felt him pull his lips away.
He kept his hands firmly planted on your hips, your fronts still pressed together, your hands resting on his chest as he just silently stared down at you, his soft breath tickling your face.
All you could do was look back up at him with a big doe-eyed stare, breathing deeply to catch your breath as well as the adrenaline rushed through you.
Any sliver of animosity you still had for him was gone, and you cursed yourself for folding so easily. He had you in the palm of his hand, but you didn’t care. Something had shifted between you… maybe this is what you both wanted all along.
To your surprise he broke the silence first, voice low as if someone might overhear what he’s saying, “I don’t like seeing you cry.” He gently ran his hand across the small of your back and over the swell of your ass as he spoke… he must have a thing for that.
“Sorry,” you whispered back, still a little bit in shock about what was even happening right now. But it would be lying to say you didn’t love it. Matt placed a hand underneath your chin as he continued speaking.
“And I beat the shit out of that guy at the party,” his voice was still low as ever, fucking sexy at that, “because I am the only one who get to talk to you like that. Right?”
You nodded in response, eyes fluttering softly as you continued to stare up at him as if you’d been entranced. A smirk formed on his lips, pleased by your sudden obedience for him.
“Good girl,” he leaned in, rubbing his thumb over your lip before kissing you again, more gentle and deliberate than the first kiss you shared.
He mumbled low between kisses as things began heating up again, “Y’know, I like your attitude, turns me on.”
“Yeah?” you breathed against his lips, voice no louder that a whisper.
“Mm it’s fucking sexy-“ he muttered into your mouth as the moment intensified.
You felt him slowly walk you backwards towards the wall as your lips stayed connected and kisses grew hungrier. Your hands moved back up around the nape of his neck, pulling him down deeper against you as your kisses started to get more desperate.
Your back hit the wall and he pressed his front against yours, by now a bulge had begun to grow in his pants. A soft moan slipped your lips as you felt him press harder against you, his own low groan mixing with yours.
You threaded your fingers into his curls again, tugging slightly at them as his hands quickly moved to start unbuttoning your jeans.
He easily got them undone, breaking his lips away to look at you as he pulled them down.
Your cheeks flushed as he yanked off your pants, the pretty pink thong you had been wearing on full display.
“Cute,” he muttered, another smirk on his face as he quickly pulled his shirt off over his head. You couldn’t help but stare at his toned body, slight muscle visible in his arms, his broad shoulders, the little happy trail that disappeared beneath his belt…
Your thoughts were interrupted as he moved in again, connecting his lips with yours roughly. Both of his hands traveled behind you to your ass again, roughly squeezing the flesh with his large palms—hard, but not hard enough to hurt you. Another delicate whimper escaped your lips.
Matt felt your instant response to his touch, quickly moving his hands down behind your thighs and easily hoisting you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he held you, pressing harder into you. His mouth moved down your neck, nipping at the skin.
You began trying to remove your own shirt as well, but he pulled his lips away almost immediately.
“Don’t.”
“Why?” you panted out.
He responded by carrying you over to the bed, pushing you down onto your back as he stood over you. You couldn’t help but notice the prominent hardness in his jeans that had been pressing against you moments before.
He moved in closer once again, hovering over you as he spoke close to your ear.
“Let me do it.” the tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine, another blush staining your cheeks.
He placed painfully slow, hot kisses traveling down from your ear, to your jaw, then to your neck. A desperate whine shamefully escaped your lips as he teased you, earning a soft chuckle from Matt.
“Fuck off,” you said quieter than you meant too, but there was still annoyance in your tone.
“No. It’s pretty, do more,” he muttered as his slender fingers slipped below the hem of your top. You instinctively arched your back as his hands explored your skin. He was driving you crazy and he knew it. Dick.
His palms massaged against your chest before pulling your top up over your head, exposing your bra that just so happened to match your panties—pink lace.
“Did you wear these for me?” his hands slid slowly down your sides.
“No.” A part of you wondered if you had actually thought of him while picking out your outfit for the night. He had been on your mind…even though it was because you were furious with him earlier in the day.
“Mm I think you secretly did,” his fingers teased your panty line, causing you to squirm slightly beneath his touch.
His teasing was driving you crazy. His fingertips felt like fire against your skin. So what if you hated him, you needed him now—badly.
“Please,” you sighed slightly under your breath, embarrassed to be begging like this. Especially for him.
Matt could tell how desperate you were for him, and that only fueled his desire for you in return. He leant down over you, connecting your lips once again, easily deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue through your lips as your mouths blended together.
You moaned slightly louder against his lips, begging for him to touch you, anything more than just simply make out with you.
“Tell me what you want,” he panted against your lips, his voice heavy with sensuality. He knew what you wanted, the fucker just wanted to hear you say it out loud.
“You,” you whispered, trying to avoid the obvious answer you knew he wanted to hear.
“More specific.”
You rolled your eyes, attitude in your tone again, “I want you to fuck me. There, happy?”
He responded by flipping you over onto your stomach, pressing your hips down into the mattress. You could hear his belt being undone behind you as he quickly pulled his jeans down, and his strong hands were around your waist again, pulling you towards the edge of the bed.
He reached down between your legs, running his fingers over your soaked underwear, eliciting a stifled whine from your throat.
“So wet,” he leaned over your back to speak close to your ear, his voice a husky whisper. You could feel his hard length pressing against your ass through his boxers.
“Please,” you whined softly, trying to turn to look at him as he placed a few wet kisses along your neck and shoulders which worked you up even more.
“You’re so desperate,” he smirked as his fingers looped into the sides of your thong, starting to slowly peel it off of you. He tossed it onto the floor along with his boxers into the pile of discarded clothes.
You could hear a soft groan behind you as he stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.
Matt gripped your hips as he pushed in rather fast, your back arching as you felt the faint sting. You moaned into the mattress as he entered, he was definitely larger than what you were used to, but the feeling was intoxicating. You needed more.
“Matt-” you whined, your hands gripping the sheets as he began to speed up his thrusts.
“Even tighter than I imagined,” he groaned, a low moan leaving his parted lips as his hips slapped against your ass with each thrust.
You let out another whimper as you craned your neck, trying to get a glimpse of him behind you.
“You sound so pretty baby,” he huffed as his hand snaked up around your neck for more leverage. The gentle pressure in combination with him calling you baby caused yet another sound of pleasure to come from you, and you could feel the familiar warmth beginning to pool in your stomach embarrassingly fast.
“Fuck-“ you moaned slightly louder, and Matt could feel your walls starting to tighten around him.
“Wait,” he pulled out, making you cry out softly due to the abrupt lack of stimulation. You felt his large hands around you again, carefully flipping over onto your back.
Matt spread your legs again as he centered himself, leaning in close to whisper against your lips, “I want to see your face when I make you cum.”
He connected his mouth with yours as he swiftly pushed back in. Your lips parted against his as the delicious pleasure ran through your body once again, moaning into his mouth as he resumed his movements.
His lips traveled down your neck as he continued to push in and out at an almost excruciatingly slow pace. You wrapped your arms up around his broad shoulders, nails slightly digging into his skin as he continued his slow and steady movements.
“Faster- please,” you panted desperately in his ear.
“So impatient,” his deep voice sent vibrations through your body. All you could feel was him and your need for more.
He still responded to your request, speeding up his pace, his own warm breaths becoming more ragged against your neck.
Your back arched as he brushed against your sweet spot with each deep thrust. You could feel the edge approaching quickly as you tightened your grip around his shoulders, a series of strangled whines coming from you as he pulled his face back slightly.
You screwed your eyes shut as you felt the knot in your stomach threatening to come undone. Matt could tell you were close and he placed a warm hand against your cheek.
“Hey, look at me.” His voice was husky, and he continued to rut into you without missing a beat of his quick yet mouthwateringly deep pace. That alone almost threw you over the edge.
You forced your eyes open to look at him hovering over you. You could see the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, a few of his curls sticking to it as he looked down directly into your eyes
“Matt-“ was all you manage to squeak out as he nodded. You couldn’t hold on any longer, clenching around him as you reached your high. He moved an arm around your back to hold you, continuing to help you ride out your strong orgasm while whispering soft praises.
As you started to come down from the high he felt himself starting to reach his breaking point as well. He pulled out, his own stifled whine coming from his throat just before spilling out into his hand and onto your stomach.
He collapsed down next to you on the bed as you both tried to regain composure. Your mind was reeling, as you took steady breaths while trying to relax your trembling legs.
Matt quietly stood up to clean his hands and grab his shirt off the floor, offering it to you. You wiped yourself off with your blanket, making a mental note to definitely wash it in the morning, before taking his large shirt and putting it on to cover yourself up a bit.
“Thanks,” you spoke softly, your voice slightly dry and raspy from all the panting and such.
He nodded softly, slipping on his boxers before sitting down next to you on the bed again.
“You okay?” his voice was gentle and genuine, his hand softly massaging your thigh to try to sooth your shaking.
“I’m okay,” you whispered, looking up at him.
He gazed down at you for a moment before leaning in and connecting your lips with his again. Except it was different this time, much more soft and gentle…more sweet.
He pulled back after a moment and you blushed softly looking down. Part of you was still hesitant to get too attached. This was probably just an average Friday night for him.
“Oh,” you stood up shakily to grab his glasses off your desk, “here are your glasses. I didn’t mean to take them.”
He chuckled softly, shaking his head, “I don’t need them right now, sweetheart.”
You blushed at the name. Maybe this wasn’t just a one night stand.
“I was planning on staying unless that was your way of kicking me out,” he smiled gently. A small but genuine smile. You couldn’t help but smile back.
You climbed back into bed, carefully laying down next to him to allow him some space but he swiftly wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace. You relaxed into him as he ran his hand comfortingly across your back.
“You know…I wanted to do that for a long time,” he whispered softly.
“I think I did too…” you replied equally as soft, “but I’m still going to argue with you every day in film class.”
He laughed softly, placing a soft kiss against your temple.
“I know you will.”
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amalsoappickle · 16 days
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So the noise update
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dexlxst · 7 months
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LACEYY!! LOOK AT HERR!! AWHH<3
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LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT
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Anyways i drew her again ^3^♡★
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tvmm7 · 3 months
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Science bros :[
(Click for better quality, rbs heavily appreciated)
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Scitties version below (no ponchos version)
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thesillay · 1 month
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HOLY SHIT JUSR SAW THE FIRST HTTYD MOVIE IN THEATERS GOODNESS GRACIOUS IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE LET ME OUT LET ME OUUUTT RRRRAH RAHRAAHRRAHHRSAHH
also hiccup and toothless wip to celebrate
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ubejamjar · 15 days
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✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ Saint Mocianne's Arboretum ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯
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xitsensunmoon · 3 months
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Grr grrr I hate it here I need to do so many things rn but help wanted 2.... THE VOICES!!!
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jojo-heritage-posts · 5 months
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who ever put The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime on usa high school english curriculum is going to receive a pipe bomb from me expeditiously this shit is like cia level torture
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