#allegiances with references

[strelles-universe]

The Cats of RiverClan: Stormstar

Name: Stormstar, Stormdrift

Meaning: Skilled and Introverted

Identity: Genderfluid

Orientation:

Rank: Leader

Former Rank(s): Deputy, Guard

A massive light brown tabby tom with a twisted jaw and sharp yellow eyes. His coat is gorgeously glossy and smooth and his belly a paler brown. Stormdrift lived a tough life starting with the time he fell and broke his jaw. Agonized and confused, Stormkit spent a long time in the medic’s den recovering. Though Cottonberry was able to negate most of the damage, his jaw is visibly misaligned up close and frequently he drools while his tongue sticks out the corner of his mouth.

He lost a dramatic amount of weight due to the pain he was in and could barely move without pain.

When the injury healed as best as it could, Stormkit found himself rejected and subject to emotional abuse from his mother, Rainface Cruelly she began to refer to him as “Crookedkit” and played favorites, consistently insulting, scolding or outright ignoring Stormkit. Though Cottonberry is nothing but loving and supportive of him, treatment gets so bad, Stormkit eventually runs away from RiverClan and hiding out with a small collection of coastal rogues.

While Stormkit was recovering with Cottonberry, he drifted in and out of life, frequently finding himself in the Glade. He encountered the molly, Mapleshade who reluctantly shows him how to reach back into the realm of the living and offers him basic lessons in self-defense upon realizing he was a kit traveling alone.

Stormkit’s stay with the coastal loners is wonderful but short, he longs for RiverClan although he enjoys the life of a loner. Eventually his decision to return is made by Mapleshade unintentionally reminding him of Cottonberry who- like Mapleshade- had taken on a motherly stance in his life. Saddened but understanding, the loners bid him goodbye and allowed him to leave.

Shellheart and Cottonberry were beside themselves with relief when Stormkit turned up- stronger and slightly more confident than when he left. Oakkit- Oakpaw by that point- is overjoyed to find out that his brother isn’t dead and tries to bond with him to little success as he continually brings up Rainface who for her part, hardly acknowledges that he was gone.

Stormkit is finally apprenticed to Cedarpelt and shows himself to be quick on the uptake and endless determination. He was introverted and soft spoken but every bit as charismatic as his brother if you could make him comfortable enough to joke. 

A bit after Rainflower’s death, Oakheart and Stormdrift got in a massive blowout argument about Stormdrift leaving Rainface in favor or driving out a threat. The argument culminated in Stormdrift coldly stating that while he’s sorry that a clanmate died due to his inaction, Rainface is Oakheart’s mother not his. That Rainface hasn’t been his mother since the moment he broke his jaw and was no longer perfect enough for her. He sneers that more or less didn’t have a brother either since Oakheart never stood up for him.

Mapleshade creates a sign- a squirrel with a broken jaw- and Stormdrift becomes deputy. A moon after, Oakheart comes clean to his brother about his affair with Bluedawn. He gives him an honest apology, acknowledges the way Rainface pitted the two brothers against each other and promises to do better and be there for Stormdrift now.

Though he was devastated when he died, Stormstar is pleased that the last few seasons he spent with his brother were spent getting to know each other, bonding and being a family. 

Mentor(s): Cedarpelt, Mapleshade, Fleck

Apprentice(s): Sedgecreek

Parents: Rainface (dame/deceased), Cottonberry (mother), Shellheart (father/deceased)

Sibling(s): Oakheart (brother/deceased)

Mate(s): Willowbreeze (deceased)

Kit(s): Osierstream (daughter), Willowkit (daughter/deceased), Silverkit (son/deceased)

[shoreclan]

Founding allegiances for ShoreClan! Moon 1 to come tomorrow!

[frostclan-is-lost]

Here are the kitties as things currently stand :) Also functions as a reference image for their colours/designs because I will definitely make it up every time I draw them if I have no reference lmao.

Frostclan | Allegiances

Leader:

Morningstar: A silver-grey she cat with white patches and a frozen look about her eyes.

Kits:

Sunnykit: A cream she-kit with icy blue eyes.

Minnowkit: A light grey male kit with just a few lighter spots speckling his coat.

[mossmarsh]

Sparklesea: He/him. Governor of Sea FieldClan.

sparkly boy!

basically the role of governor in the tigerclans is not applicable to every clan. the status is only necessary when a clan has more than one camp, in these clans' case it's fieldclan and canopyclan, who are respectively divided into land fieldclan and sea fieldclan, and lower canopyclan and upper canopyclan. the governor's responsibility is to oversee their camp at all times, and report to the leader and deputy about the general status of the camp and the camp's cats whenever needed. it is customary in canopyclan and fieldclan to choose a new deputy from either governor of its camps, although there is no concrete rule for this. hope you enjoyed my infodump!

[lesbiansanemi]

Flight rising is basically the current equivalent of how I used to play with my toys. Like omg I get to sort my silly little dragons and put them in rows. ROWS !!!!!

[theclosetedskeleton]

thinking about how i forgot my headphones today at school so to make up for the fact that i couldn't listen to dk i just counted how many [small + random] things i could find at my school/during the day that could be counted as dk references. i found 33 GHEKLP

[needsmustleap]

the thing about christine is that she's not a bitch just to be a bitch. she's a bitch for the artistry of it.... she's in it for the craft. the showmanship. the drama. she's devoted to the performance of it, and she nails it! every! single! time! so you have to give it to her in that sense

[freela]

Were you even a Warriors fan if you didn't spend hours tirelessly coloring in WildpathOfShadowClan's cat lineart in MS Paint

[yupuffin]

You need to tell us if you find the first few chapters

I ABSOLUTELY WILL! If that happens I'm going to make another post with the same tag.

Next time I have access to any of the places I think the notebook might be, I'll take another long, hard look before I consider them lost.

Just to make sure, I did manage to dig up my old fanfiction.net account, but unfortunately the Naruto fic is one of the few I wrote in my adolescence that I never published digitally, so the handwritten copy is going to be all I have.

[strelles-universe]

The Cats of the Rising Sun: Ahasra

Name: Kitesong

Other Names: Kitesong (warrior), Ahasra (birth name)

Meaning: Good Springer and Charismatic (Kitesong), Ashes/Rebirth (Ahasra)

Identity: Femflux Molly - She/Her, They/Them or Ae/Ir

Orientation: Lesbian | Polyamorous

Rank: Shunona (Sun's Envoy) - Seeker

Homelands: Kingdom of the Shining Sun

Current Lands: Greenwood Prides - Thunder Territory

A pale silver and black rosetted molly with deep and unusual cornflower blue eyes. Her pelt is darkest on her back and lightest at her paws on a gradient. Her belly and paws are snowy white. Ahasra has a brick-red nose and a deep gray paw pads. Her fur is long and silke rather than thick like some other cats’ pelts giving her a somewhat wind-swept look when she chooses not to groom more thoroughly.

Ahasra is cheeky, determined and suave. While Soŕi took after their father in appearances, it’s often remarked that Ahasra embodies his attitude and she takes this in stride. She’s known to be somewhat flirty as a default but will back down and apologize if told she’s bothering someone. Much of her cheeky suaveness is a mask that she lets down around the cats she trusts showing herself as playful and kitlike.

Ahasra was born with a genetic condition that gives her the striking cornflower blue eyes she’s known for. This condition gives low-level tingling pain in her lower-half for most of her days and on their worsts, she looses all feeling below her hips. Ahasra is considered exceedingly lucky and a bit of an anomaly being the first cat born with an active version of her condition that didn’t eventually succumb to it.

She’s always been headstrong and mischievous with a penchant for talking her way out of trouble. Her silver-tongue was so well-known throughout the kingdom, the nurses used to jokingly say that she should never be allowed to argue her case because she could convince the most cynical cat that frogs could fly. 

Ahasra rambunctious explorative spirit clashed particularly hard with her mother’s smothering protective love for her. She always found it irksome whenever she was scolded for doing the exact same thing as her siblings or when she was stopped from doing something because of her legs. What started out as irritated sighs, pouting and glowering eventually escalated into verbal arguments and occasionally full-blown screaming matches with her mother over her special treatment. Eventually, Ahasra had simply begun to start ignoring her mother - it didn’t matter if the injuries she gained were from tripping while walking or fighting a bear, the reaction would be the same to both, so why try to please her when she knows nothing she does will ever be enough?

This eventually came to a head when Ahasra - filled with righteous bluster and frustration - went out on a seeker’s mission to capture and return a small group of dogs who were convicted of a brutal attack on a farmer despite the tell-tale signs that her legs would give out. Her stubbornness bit her in the ass and the princess was almost returned home in a small bowl. This was a mistake that brought her good fortune however as she finally had a heart-to-heart conversation with her mother about how the smothering was pushing her daughter further and further away.

Once healed from the incident, Ahasra took strides to find the balance between being her own cat who is capable in her own right while accepting the limitations that her disability places on her. She often looks back on her younger self with a pained wince and sympathy for a little molly who felt so unloved through her mother’s misguided actions and feels pride for how much she’s grown and that their relationship is improving. 

With the discovery of Mousefever, Ahasra is back to spending time with the sibling she’d been closest to her entire life; her brother Soŕi who now goes by Cardinalfire. She dearly missed him while he focused on his new role and responsibilities within the greenwood prides but she’s also extremely proud of him for pursing the dream that he’d wanted for so long. She finds pride-life to be interesting but isn’t entirely sure it’s what she wants for herself and makes frequent trips to visit her kin and kingdom. During her stay, she helped an apprentice - Wolfpaw - fight off a hawk that went to make off with a young kit and earned the pride name, Kitesong for her efforts.

She was always ride-or-die for her brother and would’ve fought Tigerclaw based on the stories told to her by Ravenwing during his stay but after encountering the tom for herself, she wishes to absolutely destroy him and finds it frustrating that politics are in her way. 

Trainer(s):

Apprentice(s): Rubblepaw (unofficial), 

Parents: Iyeŕa (mother), Hraye (father/deceased)

Sweetparent(s): N/A

Auncle(s): Oeŕun (uncle), Ikema (uncle/deceased), 

Sibling(s): Soŕi (brother), Isaŕia (sister), Asha (sister), Hrasi (brother), Adihikko (brother)

Nephling(s): Yulami (niece), Oeŕunna (niece), Niaŕi/Cloudywing (nephew), Onedu (nephew)

Cousin(s): Ikemayu, Ahra, Tatsu

Mate(s): Yiska

Crush(es): Mistyfoot, Leopardstar

Kit(s): N/A

[shoreclan]

Welcome to my clangen blog! If you’re looking for more warrior cats art you can find me @lilcrawe

ShoreClan is a clangen play through based in SE Alaska (which is where I grew up!). I’ll be playing a beach game file with a dynasty challenge (a monarchy play style I made/like to use)

The dynasty challenge effectively means that the deputy must be kin (bio or adopted) of the leader. Unless there is no kin of age, then another cat can be temporary deputy.

Additionally, I am limiting the number of cats in the clan to 45. I can’t handle more than that lol.

I’ve never done this before so yeah. I’ll learn as I go haha

Hope you like it!

TAGS FOR REFERENCE:

#moon updates = moon by moon updates

#year [number here] = moons by year

#allegiances = full allegiance sheets (year by year)

#cascadeclan = neighbor clan CascadeClan

#thicketclan = neighbor clan ThicketClan

#cat relationships = relationship value pages

[astonmartinii]

Could you do a smau where she’s max’s sister and dominating MotoGP the way max is f1. Maybe they have the typical annoying younger sister/protective big brother relationship and he finds out she’s dating one of the f1 drivers? Xx

cherry lip balm | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x motogp!verstappen!reader

the verstappen siblings run motorsport, but the youngest's f1 allegiances may belong elsewhere

f1 and motogp

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f1 and motogp: happy international siblings day to max and y/n verstappen, these two have 60 wins between them 🏆

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user1: my faves i love them

user2: the way jos wasn't gonna let them kids do anything else lol

yourusername: + victoria verstappen the patron saint who puts up with both of us love you 🥰

maxverstappen: you mean putting up with you ? i'm a mature man of the world now

yourusername: girl you are fussier than all of our nephews put together mature MY ASS

maxverstappen1: i am mature and i have BOUNDARIES

yourusername: yeah you have boundaries between all your food you bland man

victoriaverstappen: i think you just proved y/n right

user3: they are the most unhinged people ever i feel so bad for victoria lol

user4: patiently waiting for y/n's championship

marcmarquez93: no marquez representation?

yourusername: you need to serve more

maxverstappen1: you guys don't have the verstappen sass

user5: someone needs to stop them 😭

yourusername

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yourusername: the two sides of a race week

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user6: the way she won this race and was like yeah i need that 0.5 of me drinking coffee actually

yourusername: it's a hot chocolate cause i'm a child

user7: are we all collectively ignoring the whole ass man on the last slide?

maxverstappen1: no we're not Y/N Y/M/N VERSTAPPEN CALL ME THIS INSTANT

yourusername: calm it on the all caps and maybe i'll call you

maxverstappen1: MAYBE?

yourusername: well that's not making it any better maxie

user8: i can't loose this parasocial relationship y/n get that man's hands off of you now

landonorris: y/n please pick up max's call he's threatening to throw my monza trophy PLEASE PICK UP I DON'T HAVE THAT MANY TROPHIES

yourusername: please refer to my previous comment about all caps and then come back

landonorris: y/n may you please call your beloved brother back so my very limited trophy collection does not get destroyed

yourusername: sure just for you lando ❤️

maxverstappen1: STOP FLIRTING PLEASE

yourusername: i just picked up ... and ur still commenting (plus that's not lando in the pic btw he's too skinny to be him)

landonorris: why am i getting bullied by both verstappens today, i'm just trying to help :(

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: there's no party like a verstappen party and a verstappen-only party with no BOYFRIENDS because they don't exist :)

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user14: ahaha passive aggressive max is my fave

yourusername: just cause you're too much of a pussy to ask charles out so i can't have a boy friend?

maxverstappen1: what?

yourusername: what?

user15: max as overprotective brother is my new favourite thing

danielricciardo: i fear y/n is 22 years old and her own woman

yourusername: awwww thanks danny at least one man here has SENSE

maxverstappen1: how much did she pay you to comment that?

danielricciardo: she didn't pay me but my house plant currently at hers was being held at gun point

yourusername: i would never

danielricciardo: so i can delete my comment

yourusername: do that and sheila gets it

user16: i know we should be more concerned with max going insane, but daniel's choice of name for his house plant is the most pressing issue

user17: hear me out but for comedic purposes ... i need y/n's bf to be a driver

maxverstappen1: do not speak that into the universe

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: i like the taste of her cherry lip balm

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user22: what 😭 the 😭 fuck 😭

yourusername: you don't taste half bad either ;)

oscarpiastri: come back to bed

maxverstappen1: NO NO NO STOP RIGHT THERE OSCAR JACK PIASTRI WHAT ARE YOU DOING DON'T SAY THAT ABOUT MY SISTER

oscarpiastri: how do you know my middle name?

maxverstappen1: i called your mum, anyhow YOU ARE A DEAD MAN

oscarpiastri: how did you get my mum's number?

maxverstappen1: i'm trying to threaten you please stop asking questions

yourusername: maxy please stop trying to be scary i know you still wear footy pjamas at christmas

maxverstappen1: well i hope oscar is terrified by my christmas spirit

user23: i feel like i lose brain cells watching y/n and max talk to each other

user24: we ignoring the fact that max managed to get oscar's mum's number just to ask for his middle name PETTY KING

maxverstappen1: it was more than a middle name, i needed a character witness

yourusername: CHARACTER WITNESS? YOU WORK WITH HIM? YOUR BEST FRIEND IS HIS TEAMMATE?

maxverstappen1: i understand you are making points and no one has a bad word to say about him ... but i've got to stick to the bit now

oscarpiastri: so i'm not going to die in hungary?

maxverstappen1: no. but keep all your business to yourself, i don't need to know what lip balm my sister uses and that you own a bed

oscarpiastri: got it 🫡

user25: well that was dramatic

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: congrats on your first podium in f1 oscar, welcome to the family i guess ... don't take photos on my phone every again

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user28: so we can all say oscar has max's approval now?

user29: mans was like wow he challenged me in the race he has the stamp of approval now

yourusername: jokes on you we look great @oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri: and what the people don't know is that max was also doing face masks with us

maxverstappen1: not the serve you think it is i am very secure in my masculinity

yourusername: i'm glad you've gotten over your weird older brother act ... does this mean you'll both come to my next race?

oscarpiastri: i'll be there :)

maxverstappen1: i guess

yourusername: whooooooooop finally

user30: the way i am so happy for oscar i feel like i've been on this journey with him

user31: honestly rookie of the year and it's not even close

user30: i was talking about him and max... but yeah he's doing great !!!

landonorris: can i also get a pass for your next race y/n for keeping it a secret?

maxverstappen1: WHAT

yourusername: ur so dumb i actually can't

oscarpiastri: i'm not helping you here dude i just got approval

landonorris: well now i regret helping you guys

maxverstappen1: open your door lando

user32: is he dead?

yourusername

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yourusername: fifth win of the season, my family and the love of my life, what could be better

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user33: i feel like the shit storm of max and oscar has defo distracted us from the fact that f1 and motogp fans are suffering through a verstappen winning nearly every race

maxverstappen1: i want everyone to appreciate my character growth as i took that gross ass last photo

yourusername: thank you maxy, what a sacrifice

oscarpiastri: thanks dude, you did push me in the water right after though

maxverstappen1: uh you snooze you lose, a verstappen rule of life, you had no phone on you so fair game, i thought you wanted to be part of this family

oscarpiastri: I DO ... does this mean i can push you in next time?

maxverstappen1: absolutely not.

yourusername: do it anyway osc i'll protect you babe

oscarpiastri: idk i'm scared

yourusername: he's ticklish he's so easy to beat

maxverstappen1: THAT WAS A SECRET Y/N

user34: if you told me last season that i'd see max go from wanting to kill piastri to being brothers with him and that i'd know he wears footy pjs and is ticklish i'd laugh in ur face

maxverstappen1: ONLY AT CHRISTMAS

oscarpiastri: don't worry mate i think it's cute

maxverstappen1: okay now i prefer you over y/n

yourusername: who? what? where? when? why?

oscarpiastri: soz babe you snooze you lose

note: ahhhhh i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you enjoy i love writing comment domestics if you couldn't tell lol xx

[mossmarsh]

Ghostpaw: They/she. Nurse Apprentice of GlowClan.

Angelpaw: He/him. Apprentice of GlowClan.

the trauma siblingssss, ghostpaw is our protag and angelpaw is the clan's Special Boy. prophecy

wondering about grown names... perhaps ghostflight and angelsky...

[lenaellsi]

we really need to be able to separate "demon as species" and "demon as political affiliation" in good omens, because that is at the core of why so many people (including the characters in the show, especially aziraphale) are reluctant to acknowledge crowley as a true demon.

demon means BOTH "an angel who has fallen from heaven, has an animal aspect, and is weak to holy water and resistant to hellfire" and "an employee of hell who is loyal to satan." there is one word for both of these concepts. crowley fits one, but not the other. it's why he's simultaneously a "former demon" by his own words and also incredibly resistant to the idea that he is anything else.

not working for hell doesn't mean he's not really a demon. it doesn't mean he's in any better standing with god. it doesn't mean his fall wasn't something that changed him deeply, both on a physical level and as a person. it means he is struggling to find the vocabulary to define himself, because the system is not built for someone like him. it is impossible, in the minds of every character in the show except for crowley, to be a demon without being one of "the bad guys." it's impossible to have fallen without joining team hell.

the same is also true of angels. michael refers to aziraphale as a "former angel" in the same episode that crowley refers to himself as a "former demon." I don't think aziraphale would ever use that language for himself--he's very attached to his identity as an angel, and the closest he ever gets to calling himself anything else is when he's so upset at the end of the job minisode--but just as there's no word for a demon who is not associated with hell, there's no word for an angel who has been alienated from heaven.

but these identities still mean something for both crowley and aziraphale. a huge part of crowley’s personality and his moral code is his resistance to authority and his disdain for rules and predestination. likewise, a huge part of aziraphale’s personal code is still his allegiance to some sort of “greater good,” whether that be god or just a nebulous concept of a heaven that doesn’t exist.

and in addition to the philosophical divide, there are real tangible differences between the angel crowley used to be and the demon he is now. the distinction between “angel” and “demon” is not important in that it dictates whether a celestial being can be Good or Bad, but it is important in how it functions as a descriptor of the person’s prior life experiences, their relationship with god, and their physical characteristics.

[cryptotheism]

Hello mighty wizard. I have been having a four month long debate with my friends and need a settling answer. Are Catholics just another flavor of Christian or am I insane.

All Catholics are Christian, but not all Christians are Catholic.

Protestants will occasionally refer to Catholics as "not Christians" in a derogatory way. They believe that allegiance to the Pope, rather than the Bible, is equivalent to apostasy.

So occasionally, you'll get American Protestants who call themselves "Christians, not Catholics." Implying that they are the true Christians, unlike those other fake Christians with their Vatican and such.

[kvtie444]

Bruh u should make a fic where the triplets r on tour n matt thinks youre hella fine n he gives u his number secretly n gives u the addy to his hotel n yall fuck n he’s a dom 🙏🙏🙏🙏

*✧･ﾟTOUR

A/N: nothing rlly lol, shout out to all my non US girlies who didn’t get a tour <3, this is my first req!!!

summary: the request lolziez

warnings: NSFW, smut !!, swearing, dom mat

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The surge of excitement coursing through my veins is indescribable. The Sturniolo triplets are currently on tour and they're making a stop in my city. Naturally, I couldn't pass up the chance, so I secured a meet and greet ticket !!

Dressed in my favorite cargos and a blue corset top, proudly declaring my allegiance as a Matt girl, I eagerly attended the show. Although I found myself towards the back, away from any wild antics, the energy was infectious, especially with Matt emerging as the winner. The thrill lingered as I joined the queue for the meet and greet, my heart pounding against my ribs.

"Next!" I'm abruptly pulled from my thoughts by a security guard, signaling that my turn had come. Taking a quick glance at my phone camera to ensure I looked presentable, I stepped through the door, taking a deep breath.

Nick was the first to greet me, pulling me into a warm hug. "Hi! Thank you so much for coming!!" he exclaimed with a bright smile. "Aww, you guys were amazing," I replied, reciprocating the smile as I moved over to Chris. He hugged me and casually commented, "Yo, you smell good." I chuckled and replied, "Thanks," appreciating the unexpected compliment.

Then came the moment I was most nervous about – meeting Matt. As I approached him, he licked his lips, his eyes flicking up and down over my body. Opening his arms, he pulled me into a tight hug, taking in his cologne. Dior sauvage 😫 As he pulled away, his gaze briefly landed on my chest before returning to my eyes. "How does it feel repping a winning team?" he smirked referring to my blue top, biting his lip. "Good," I replied, meeting his gaze through my lashes.

His hand moved down to my waist, subtly guiding us for the group photo.Afterwards, I felt a slight squeeze as he turned me around to face him. Was he flirting with me, or was I just overthinking? Wanting to test the waters, I asked, “I actually wanted you to sign something for me if that's alright." Matt smirked, pulling out a sharpie from his back pocket. "Ran out of cards to sign. Anything else you want me to sign?" he teased. I shrugged, biting my lip before meeting his blue eyes again, "Me?" His laughter filled the air as he leaned in. His tatted hand moves up to hold my boob as his other hand signs the skin.

The ink felt cold against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His firm grip slightly squeezed, and in a hushed tone, he murmured, "Knew the Matt girls were always the baddest." As he pulled away, I glanced at the signature, feeling my face heat up. When Matt offered to take a selfie, I eagerly agreed. He took my phone out of my hand, our skin brushing against one another, sending sparks through my body. Burst photos were taken as he held me close, releasing my phone with a smug smile.

I then proceeded to take selfies with Chris and Nick. As our time neared its end, Nick turnt to me, “Want a signed card?” holding up a card, I gladly accepted. Matt, seemingly ‘out of cards’, stuck his tongue in his cheek with a smirk. Nick signed the card and bid me goodbye with a sweet hug. The card then passed to Chris, who added a smiley face and hugged me affectionately. Finally, it reached Matt, who signed it, leaned in, and whispered, "Don't read it until you're out of here." Blushing, I pulled away as he tucked the card into my bra. With a sly smile, he looked up at me as I walked away, waving goodbye. No fucking way. Matt Sturniolo had just flirted with me?

I step out the venue, the cool night air embraces me as I step outside, still buzzing with excitement from the meet and greet. Clutching the signed card against my chest, I lean against the brick wall, savoring the surreal experience. A few concerned glances from passersby hint at the unconventional placement of the card, hanging out of my bra, but I couldn't care less.

Curiosity gets the best of me, and I decide to read the contents of the signed card. To my surprise, it's not just a signature but a phone number. My heart skips a beat, and I find myself biting my lip with anticipation. Unable to resist, I eagerly pull out my phone and create a new contact.

From y/n:

Where's my signature? All I got was a number.

I bite my lip, excitement coursing through me. His response is quick.

From Matt S:

On your tits, no?

A private chuckle escapes me; He resumes typing.

From Matt S:

What's your name, angel?

Blushing at the pet name, I smile to myself.

From y/n:

Y/N

From Matt S:

What are you doing tonight, Y/N?

I reply playfully.

From Y/n:

Hmmm, I don't know.

From Matt S:

Come see me.

My heart momentarily halts; my jaw slackens as he sends an address. A quick search reveals it's a hotel not far from the venue. Another text follows.

From Matt S:

Room 407, 11 pm?

Fuck it. I’m never getting this chance again

From Y/n

see you then x

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The night unfolds with a sense of anticipation and nerves, my heart pounding as the clock inches closer to 11 pm. The hotel's lobby is dimly lit, and the receptionist glances at me curiously as I make my way towards the elevator. Room 407 becomes my destination, and with each floor that passes, a mix of excitement and apprehension builds within me.

As the elevator doors open, I find myself standing in front of Room 407. The soft glow of the corridor lights casts a warm ambiance, and I take a deep breath before knocking on the door. A moment of suspense hangs in the air until the door swings open, revealing Matt on the other side, wearing a black tank and grey sweats.

His eyes meet mine, a mischievous glint in them, and a smirk plays on his lips. "Hey, angel," he greets, his voice sending shivers down my spine. Without waiting for my response, he pulls me into the room by my waist gently, the door closing behind us.

The hotel room exudes a subtle glow, the air thick with tension. Matt's intense gaze scrutinizes me, his eyes tracing every contour with a lingering appreciation. "You look good in blue, Y/N," he remarks, a seductive timbre underscoring his words. I blush at the compliment, a cocktail of nerves and excitement coursing through me. "Thanks," I manage to respond, my voice a blend of anticipation.

The room resonates with the distant hum of the city outside, its rhythmic pulse of anticipation resonating within. Matt strides toward the room's bar area, pouring Disaronno into a glass before glancing back at me. "You drink?" he queries, and I nod in affirmation. He turns around, filling a glass for me. Coming over, he hands me the drink, initiating a nonchalant "cheers" before downing his own. Licking his lips, his eyes roam over my figure. "Why did you choose to come see me?"

I shrug in response, meeting his gaze. "Thought you'd make it worth my time," I declare, sipping my drink. He smirks slightly, stepping closer and placing his glass aside, a move I mimic. His hand finds its place on my waist, bodies so close that our chests are touching. "Yeah?" he inquires, a charming smile playing on his lips. My cheeks warm, and his hand moves up to my face, gently rubbing up and down.

"Yeah," I murmur, my breath catching as Matt's touch ignites a trail of anticipation across my skin.

His fingers continue their tender exploration, tracing the contours of my face with a deliberate slowness that sends shivers down my spine. The room seems to close in, the air charged with an undeniable tension. Matt's eyes lock onto mine, the smoldering intensity making it clear that he's in control.

A subtle smirk plays on his lips as he leans in, his warm breath grazing my ear. "Good," he whispers, his voice sending a jolt of arousal through me. Matt's hand moves from my face to the back of my neck, fingers intertwining with my hair. With a gentle yet firm grasp, he tilts my head back, exposing the surface of my neck.

My heartbeat quickens as he leans down, planting a soft, lingering kiss on the sensitive skin just below my earlobe. His lips leave a scorching trail down my neck, each touch deliberate and electrifying. I gasp as he nibbles lightly, his teeth grazing my skin in a teasing dance as he marks me up.

The room is engulfed in a charged silence, broken only by the subtle sounds of our breaths mingling and my soft moans. Matt's hands trail down my body, fingers deftly working to pull my top off. His touch is confident, stripping me of my top, as he exposes more of my skin to his hungry gaze.

He glances down at my breasts, almost astonished that I've allowed him to sign them. Smirking, he leans down and unhooks my bra, sucking on one of my nipples while his other hand roams my body. I catch my breath, feeling the cool air on my exposed chest. Matt's eyes lock onto mine, a silent command in his gaze. His fingers continue their journey, moving down to rub me through my cargo pants. He unbuttons them slightly, pausing for me to step out of my pants.

The undeniable chemistry between us ignites the air as Matt's lips find mine, a hungry, possessive kiss that leaves no room for doubt. The taste of Disaronno lingers on his lips as our bodies entwine, the world outside the hotel room fading away into a hazy blur of pleasure and desire. His hands then reach under my thighs, picking me up as if I weighed nothing, and walk over to the bed, practically throwing me onto it. He crawls on top of me, peppering kisses from my lips, down my sternum, down to my hips. He teasingly kisses both my thighs, edging closer and closer to where I need him most. My hands move down to his hair, and I whine, "Matt, please." His hands run up and down my sides, pressing soft ghostly kisses over my panties onto my clit, making me moan. "What baby?" he asks, smirking, "I need you, Matt, please." He bites his lip before pulling my panties down, throwing them aside, and groans, "So wet for me, princess." He grasps my thighs and hoists them over his shoulders, hovering over my heat, and spits right in my clit, making me moan. He leans in, his hot breath on me sending shivers through my body before he presses his tongue over my clit, flicking it as I grasp his hair. He shakes his head left and right, a loud moan of his name coming from my lips.

My back arches, and I push his head further, causing his right hand to slap my thigh and rub it soothingly, while his tatted arm holds my stomach down. He moves his hands down and suddenly inserts his index finger in me, his cold rings causing a sharp gasp from me. "Fuck, Matt." "You make the prettiest noises, angel. Look so pretty all fucked out." He mumbles against me before adding another finger and speeding up his movements. The only sounds heard are my moaning and the lewd sounds coming from my body. "Shit, Matt, I'm gonna cum." I practically scream, pulling his hair and the knot in my stomach becoming tighter. He suddenly pulls away from me, making me whine. "Not yet, baby." He mumbles, sucking his fingers clean.

He grabs my hips and flips me over, arching my back. He squeezes my ass before slapping it, a moan leaving my lips. I hear him pulling down his bottoms until I feel his tip slapping against my already soaked pussy. "Matt, please." I whine as he rubs the tip teasingly up and down, I move my hips against him in hopes of him slipping it in, but he grabs my hips harshly, slapping me again. I'm a whining mess at this point, he slowly slips the tip in, the most heavenly groan leaving his lips.

"So tight, baby." He mumbles before pushing all of him inside. He starts moving at a fast pace, catching me by surprise, his hand moves to my hair, tugging it back harshly, causing my neck to snap back. He speeds up, now pounding into me, the sound of skin slapping and our moans filling the room. He slaps my ass again before shoving my head back down on the pillow. My mind is now muffled as he grips my waist bruising hard, I grind my hips back against him, "Shit, y/n." He groans.

He grabs my waist and flips me over, still inside of me. "Wanna see your pretty face when you cum?" He says, moving my legs over his shoulders. He goes straight into pounding me, my eyes screwed shut and my mouth slack. "Open your eyes. Look at me." He demands. I open my eyes and we make eye contact, his tatted arm comes up and grips my throat, applying pressure. The new angle combined with his hands are pushing me over the edge - "Matt, I'm gonna cum." I whine. He stays silent, still pounding me until he speaks up. "Cum." As soon as the words leave his lips, I release around him, my legs physically trembling in his shoulders. He slows down his pace, groaning as he cums inside of me shortly after.

He rides out his high before pulling out, and dropping his head next to my shoulder. He catches his breath for a moment before pressing a kiss to my shoulder and getting up and walking to the bathroom. He soon returns with a towel, coming over to help clean me up. We make eye contact, and he smiles softly, leaving in and pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. "I'm flying you out as the tour is over." He chuckles.

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