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[clubmega]

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[lesserknowncryptids]

Today's lesser known cryptid is: The Goatfather

[fallingformatt]

SINCE WE’RE PLAYING GAMES M.S.

Matt x fem!reader

summary: what happens when you try to cheat your way to win a game of twister?

warnings: SMUTTTTTTTT! unprotected sex, slight bdsm.

word count: 2.5k

a/n: Yall are some freaky fucking fucks… over a thousand notes on my post? Yall are insane, im so thankful for yall dirty minded ass people. I truly did not expect that to happen on my second post ever. And thank you all for almost 300 followers yall are the GOATS!!!

Let me know if I should write a pt. 2 for FIRST GLANCE M.S. available here

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I'm currently at the triplet's house. The sun is setting, casting a beautiful orange hue to the living room where we all are sitting, drinking some drinks, and just talking. The music in the background isn't loud but I can hear it clearly.

"I'm bored, let's do something fun," Matt says looking down into his half-empty cup. "Well I don't have any ideas," Chris shrugs his shoulders. "I have an amazing idea," Nick yells, startling me. "Nick, you scared me, I almost spilled my drink," I say out loudly slapping his shoulder. "Please ask me what my idea is, please, please, please," Nick tries to plead to make us ask him what his idea is.

"So what is ur 'amazing' idea?" I ask looking at him with a serious face. "We're all gonna play twister," Nick says ecstatically clapping his hands together like a kid. "No Nick, we are not playing twister, we're not five," Matt says annoyed. "Oh look I'm Matt, I'm so tuff and boring, I don't like to have fun," Nick mocks Matt, making me and Chris laugh.

"Well I don't know about y'all, but I'm tipsy, there's no way I could play twister right now," Matt says tugging on the collar of his black t-shirt, his eyes from across the room to meet mine, sending butterflies to my stomach.

I've always had a little crush on Matt, but I never really did anything about it, because I didn't want to ruin the friendship between us. I mean yeah, sure I would sometimes tease him, wearing something revealing, making his eyes wander to places they shouldn't, for example, today, I was wearing short, low-waisted shorts and a small leopard print baby tee, but I knew that, me doing something with Matt would probably change the dynamics of the group as a whole, so I left it as is, hoping my crush on Matt would sooner or later die down.

"You're just scared that you'll lose, so I have a proposition, whoever loses takes a shot of vodka," Nick says proudly. "That's the dumbest thing I have heard in my life," Matt says crossing his arms. "Well, as far as I know, five-year-olds can't drink vodka, so who's the five-year-old now huh?" Nick defends his idea. "We all are a bit tipsy so the chances of you winning are fair, you're just a pussy," Nick says trying to provoke Matt. "Yeah Matt, don't be a pussy," Chris joins in. "Okay, that's it, we're playing, and I'm going to win," Matt says and smiles confidently. Nick claps his hands excitedly as he stands up and walks to the pile of board games that are stacked on a shelf above the TV.

"Found it! Y'all are going down, I hope y'all like the taste of losing, because y'all are gonna be licking the L's shortly," Nick says with a devious smile. "Okay, this one's clearly had more than enough to drink," Matt says as he facepalms.

Nick sets up the game, laying the playing pad down on the floor and placing the spinner next to the mat. "So, who wants to go first?" Nick says grinning. "I'll go," Chris answers and bends down to spin the indicator. "Right foot on red." He says out loud and steps on the playing mat. We all take our turns and the game is starting to get intense.

"Nick you are going to lose," Matt says his voice getting higher at the end of the sentence. The poses we are in are criminal. We are four, grown adults standing on this little mat, meant for children. At this point in the game, the slightest movement could make us all fall down. "Chris, you look like a deformed frog," I say as I'm laughing, almost snorting. Chris's right foot is still on red, his left foot is on blue, his right hand on blue, in front of his left leg, and his left hand is in front of his right leg. Nick is chilling in a comfortable position, meanwhile, I'm stretched out, so close to fall.

We all spin a few times. When all of a sudden Chris loses his balance and falls. "Hah, it wasn't even your turn, you're out, take a shot," Nick yells, happy that he's still in the game. "This is so annoying, 100 bucks on Nick falling next," Chris says as he takes a shot of vodka. I'm now in a compromising position, both of my hands are on red and my feet are on green and yellow, my position is leaving my ass high up in the air. Nick is now barely staying in the game.

"Nick it's your turn," Chris says out loudly, the alcohol he's had, making him unaware of the volume he's speaking in. Nick spins the spinner, "right hand green," Chris says. As Nick tried to move his hand, he lost his balance and fell. "Fuck," he yells out as he stands up. "Where my money at?" Chris says as he hands Nick a shot of vodka.

"Spin it," I say to Matt, and he does. "Left hand red," I say and Matt starts to move his left hand. Now both of his hands need to be on red and the only place in order for him not to fall is on either side of my hands. As he moves over me he brushes against my ass making me lose my balance slightly. Placing his hand next to mine, his head is now next to mine, "sorry," he says quietly, his hot breath brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

It's now my turn and if I don't think of something quickly, I'm going to lose. I look over my shoulder to see what Chris and Nick are doing, they are currently in the kitchen getting some drinks. My lips move making a small grin, this is perfect.

As I reach for the spinner, I pop up my ass, making it brush against Matt's crotch. "Right hand red, looks like I'm safe for now," I say as I turn to Matt, a smirk appearing on my lips.

After taking my turn, I move back, again brushing against his crotch, now feeling something hard. "Don't do that," Matt says in an almost moaning tone. "Do what?" I say looking at him. "Don't try to act all innocent," he says in a serious tone. "It's your turn," I say, a smile plastered on my face.

Matt takes his turn and spins the spinner, "left foot green," He says, looking at the spinner. As he tries to move, I once again pop up my ass, making him brush against it once again, the tension on his crotch getting too much for him, making him lose his balance and he falls. "Ha, I win," I say as I stand up clapping my hands together. Nick and Chris rush over to the living room.

"Did Matt lose?" Nick asks. "Yeah because she cheated," he says, anger and frustration can be heard in his voice. "What did I do, that counts as cheating?" I ask, raising one eyebrow, as a smirk creeps on my lips again, knowing he can't say anything without explaining him further. "Nothing," Matt murmurs. "What's that? I couldn't hear you," I tease him. "I said, nothing," Matt raises his voice, standing up and storming off to his room.

"I am too drunk for this," Chris says throwing up his hands as he turns around and heads to his room. "Can you help me clean this up?" I ask Nick, and he nods kneeling down.

We cleaned everything up and put the game back in its place. "You ready to head to bed?" Nick asks. "You go, I'm going to come later, I'm going to check on Matt," I say as I start walking to Matt's room. "Goodnight Nick," I say smiling. "Goodnight." He answers.

Without knocking I open the door to Matt's room. "Hey, you okay?" I ask as I look at him. He's sitting on the edge of his bed looking straight at me. "I was waiting for you to come in, want to play a game?" Matt says. "Sure, what game?" I ask unsure what game he had planned.

"Since we're playing games, let's play a game you can't cheat in," he says a smirk creeping on his lips. "Simon says, close the door," Matt says. Oh shit, we're already playing. I close the door not moving an inch. "Simon says turn around and lock the door," his voice getting deeper. I do as he says. "Simon says turn back around and stand in front of me," he says. As I turn around, about to walk in front of Matt, my eyes meet his, his eyes grow dark and his lips form a slight grin.

"Simon says strip," he says his tone getting even deeper, a hint of lust accompanying his voice. "What?" I ask, my voice slightly trembling. "You heard me, Simon says strip," he repeats. I start off by taking off my baby tee throwing it on the ground leaving my upper body fully naked. I slip out of my shorts, letting them fall to my ankles before stepping out of them. I pick up my head to look at Matt, he stares me up and down licking his lips.

He stands up and walks closer to me, his hands move my hair to one side of my shoulder, then proceeds to leave a wet kiss on the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hand reaches over my body, touching my neck as he stands behind me "Left hand red." He says as slides his hand down my neck stopping at my breast. He massages my boob, pulling on my nipple making me moan.

"You like that?" He whispers in my ear. I don't answer. "Simon says answer," Matt says as his other hand slides down into my panties, pressing his finger against my clit before rubbing circles, making me moan. "Yes Matt I like that," I say as I throw back my head resting it on Matt's shoulder. He pulls out his hand, "Simon says turn around," Matt says and as soon as I do, he smashes his lips onto mine.

Matt wraps his hand around my waist taking small steps, leading us to his bed without breaking the kiss. I brush against his clothed cock, rubbing it slightly before I feel a slap on my hand making me break the kiss, I look up. "Nuh uh," Matt says shaking his finger, "Simon didn't say," he smirks and pulls his black t-shirt over his head throwing it to the ground next to my clothes.

He removes his belt, sliding it out of the belt loops of his oversized jean shorts, making them slide down a little, revealing the band of his boxers. He looks at me before moving his gaze to my hands.

"Simon says, extend your hands." His voice was demanding, I brought out my hands, and he grabbed them and put them together before wrapping and tying them together with his belt.

Matt puts his hand on my hips pushing them back, guiding me backward. As I take steps backward, I eventually fall on his bed. He crawls on top of me, spreading my legs with his knee, making space for himself.

He yanks up my hands by the tied belt, pinning them above my head, immediately, Matt attacks my neck with his lips, leaving a trail of kisses from my neck to my breasts, he kisses softly, slipping in a few bites. His hand slides up my thigh, stopping at my heat, his thumb starts to draw circles on my clit.

"Matt," I moan out. "Shhh, we don't want Nick or Chris hearing us do we?" He says looking up at me, taking his lips off of my breast. I shake my head in response and he smirks, "good girl," he says as he continues to rub circles on my clit his lips now moving back from my breast to my collarbone to my jaw before meeting my lips.

"Matt," I moan out as I try to pull my hands out of his grip. "Matt what?" He says as his hands push harder on mine, making sure I can't move. "Please, I need you," I whimper. He lets go of my hands and pulls away from my clit, making me let out a whimper from the loss of contact.

I immediately bring my hands down to my clit and start rubbing circles on my clit, pleasuring myself. As he unbuttons his jeans, he notices my hands, he grabs and pins them above my head again. "Are you gonna make me punish you?" He says his voice filthy and dark. "No," I say, shaking my head and looking at him. "Yeah, be a good girl for me," Matt says practically growling.

I move up and down my hips trying to get some relief as I watch him undo his jean shorts pulling them down, his boxers with them making his cock spring out, hitting his lower abdomen, precum glistening on his tip. Matt looks at me, "see what your little strategy to win did to me," he says raising his eyebrow.

"Please Matt, I can't take it anymore," I say as I scoot closer. Matt moves on top of me pinning my hands again, his other hand sliding my panties to the side before aligning himself with my heat. He pushes his cock in slowly before pulling it out almost completely, then pushing back in hard. "Oh- my- god- Matt-" I moan out between thrusts, his hand moving over my mouth to muffle my moans.

Matt fastens his thrusts, with each thrust going in deeper, making me moan out loud, he leans into my ear. "That's it, sweetheart, take my cock so good," Matt growls, pushing in me deeper than ever, his tip hitting my g-spot with every thrust. "Mmmm Matt you feel so good, I'm close," I moan out feeling my climax creeping up tension building in my stomach.

Matt moves his elbow next to my head, positioning himself so he's able to thrust even deeper. I arch my back as the pleasure takes over my body. His quiet moans landed in my ear, his hot breath sending me over the edge.

"Matt, I'm about to cum," I moan out. He smashes his lips onto mine in order to contain my moans as he plants a few more thrusts before I feel my walls tighten around his length, feeling the knot in my stomach releasing, my climax coming over me, I moan into the kiss. His hips continue to move as he thrusts in me a few more times before planting his cum inside me groaning, breaking the kiss.

He pulls out falling next to me, turning his head to look at me. "Who won?" He says smirking. "I did," I answer smiling, knowing this will piss him off. "Can you untie me?" I say as I shake my hands. "You didn't say Simon says," Matt answers teasing me back. "Simon says round two," I say as a devilish smirk appears on my lips.

I guess I won't be heading to Nick's room tonight.

[twinkledots]

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[girldriveroscar]

CRACKS KNUCKLES heres some parasocial nonsense. pls dont take too serious im just being silly.

insp by @inchidentally the 814 essay GOAT… Hi.

Okyeah analyzing this video and recent posts.

So Like. oscar piastri being the normalTm guy whos still w his hs sweetheart, wears graphic tees and beat up af1s and still vacations w the guys he grew up w, who was actually kinda socialized (as well as any other well-off posh kid who’s parents could afford the luxury of fucking them off to boarding school i digress).. but like, he played pranks w the Lads and got congratulatory slaps on the back, his first crushes wer probs navigated in small talk during class and walking together in the halls? generally just a guy who balanced his social life and Career to Some relatively healthy degree so it’s not like Completely foreign to him how to talk to girls and make friends. and so he gets that building an intimate relationship w someone is mostly just hanging out, experiencing new food tgthr, new movies, walking around a new city, he just gives such a NORMAL GUY answer of a perfect date, and i think part of being socialized the way he was gave him the understanding that grandiose gestures of love kinda just come off as disingenuous. oscar jus reads as a guy whos never resorted to showboating bc his introduction to romance was just like anyone else, awkward shuffling and bonding on the weekends over pizza and homework. and even as a formula 1 RACE WINNER GUY W MONEY hiiiiii, he still has such a cute simple recipe for a perf date bc hes been through it. he knows how to court someone bc it worked and its been working!!!

then on the flip u have THE peacock tm, shirt unbuttoned so low might as well forgo it atp, lando norris whos perfect date idea is hi, (wtf.) YACHT. and sex (exhibitionist freak. sorry who said that…) like boyyyy oh my god shakes him by the shoulders u are so not normal. lando norris, who’s always ben a little comfier than his peers growing up. always out of place bc his dads pockets were Open and Ready to ensure he never had to worry about pinching pennies in a spar for some chips after class Yeah and he doesnt even know it bc thats NEVER been his life? yeaaa and add in a dash of Always being on the race track, never rly socializing w. girls or boys who weren’t in direct competition w him, turning 19 and immediately being sized up to his older hyper-masculine charming And sexy teammate. (getting carried away mb)

lando himself explaining that having to grow up so fast and be a good boy (His words.) prevented him from finding his footing in social settings and only now being able to experience these things at 23/24?!

i digress now also factor in his (alleged…) favorite movie is a silly romcom?! (also maybe just peacocking tho bc “girls love a guy w a soft side” and lando wld know bc he watched one movie about it…. like srsly u want me to believe the hangover and stepbrothers belong in the same category as Romcom u dont rmbr the name of okk weirdo)

so yea of course a boy who’s never passed notes to his crush in class, never asked anyone to a dance, never pulled pranks w his schoolmates, Understands intimacy thru cheesy romcoms an weekends emptying his dads wallet on flights to wtv racing event. LIKE OF COURSE he thinks romance is wtv he can mimic from A. how his dad showed him love (…$$..) and B. what the movies r saying ! (thats socially repressed twin.) AND THE GAG OF IT ALL!!!! is he thinks he is so suave so playboy, “i have sex and let me announce about it publicly in case u doubted it” when the reality of it is like? dude u are thirst-liking instagram models while oscar is Getting it every night ur such a loser omfg.

just Like. Ugh the juxtaposition of oscar whos so secure in himself in his dad shorts and ANKLE socks and lando who just grew out of his awkwardness in his early 20s and now Needs to slut himself out to make up for lost time.

(AND. the double gag is landos still so obviously not secure abt the fact he Doesnt Really Know what hes doing that every one can see it ouhmygodd lando x chernobyl levels of imposter syndrome u are so complicated and angsty U TEENAGE GIRL. holds a can of diet coke to his lips. there there girl. there there.)

[transform4u]

Hey, my phone keeps glitching out. Do you think it might have something to do with this "hipsterdouche.mp3" file that got on there somehow? I don't remember downloading anything like that!

As you listen to the "hipsterdouche.mp3," your surroundings begin to shift subtly. Your phone, once a standard device, morphs seamlessly into a sleek new iPhone. You barely register the change as notifications from Pitchfork and the DSA Twitter start to pop up. You scoff at the pretentious reviews and political posts, yet find yourself scrolling through an article, noticing the playlist switch from a mainstream Chappell Roan song to a lo-fi, forgotten tune from The Mountain Goats.

The low-fi quality of the music blends with the environment around you, causing the familiar buzz of your usual spot to morph. The ambient noises begin to change. The hum of the city shifts to the metallic screech of a New York subway train. The train's rhythmic clattering and the occasional garbled announcements over the PA system immerse you further.

“Next stop, Prospect Park,” the voice crackles over the intercom. A wave of disorientation hits you. "Shiiiitt" You suddenly realize that you’re supposed to be meeting friends at a dive bar, but the sense of urgency is replaced by a foggy recollection of an alternative lifestyle you used to pursue.

As the subway doors open, you step out onto the platform. The air is thick with the distinctive scent of subway grime mixed with the faint hint of exhaust and city rain. You notice the flickering fluorescent lights above and the smudged tiles on the walls. The bustling energy of the station contrasts sharply with the peaceful, more predictable vibe of your usual hangouts.

With each step towards the street, your clothes begin to morph. Your business casual attire transforms into something distinctly more hipster. Your blazer and slacks turn into a tight-fitting, faded graphic tee adorned with an obscure band logo or an ironic slogan. Over this, a flannel shirt either drapes over your shoulders or is tied around your waist, both equally cringeworthy. Your pants shift into skinny jeans that are a bit too short, revealing a pair of high-top sneakers or worn-out Converse.

On your head, a beanie that’s a touch too small rests uncomfortably. You adjust retro, oversized glasses with no prescription, and your facial hair transforms into a meticulously groomed scruffy beard. In your hand, an artisanal coffee cup appears, and the warmth of its contents contrasts with the cold, gritty feel of the city air.

As you step out of the subway and onto the Brooklyn streets, you’re surrounded by the eclectic charm of Prospect Park, and your attire mirrors the neighborhoods’ mix of vintage shops, indie bookstores, and hip cafes. The streets buzz with the eclectic energy of Brooklyn, a far cry from the polished but soulless urbanity you once knew.

As you pull out the joint and light it, the initial taste is earthy, tinged with the faint sweetness of the cannabis strain. The smoke curls around you, filling the air with a distinct aroma—rich, skunky, with underlying notes of pine and a touch of citrus. It’s a smell that seems to blend seamlessly with the urban environment, creating a cloud that feels both familiar and alien.

As you inhale deeply, a wave of dullness begins to wash over your mind. Thoughts become sluggish, but there's an increasing sense of smugness that accompanies the mental fog. The feeling is almost like floating in a haze of contentment, where every self-assured smirk and self-congratulatory thought feels right at home.

A sly grin spreads across your face, your expression becoming a mixture of self-satisfaction and aloofness. As the smoke envelops you, your body undergoes a remarkable transformation. The excess fat dissolves, and lean, toned muscles start to replace it. You feel the change as if sculpted by an artist with a distinct sense of humor—an artist who appreciates the interplay of form and irony.

Your physique becomes a study in contrasts. You’re lean and sinewy, with a form that’s both chiseled and effortlessly casual. Your shoulders are broad but not overly muscular, tapering down to a trim waist that suggests countless hours spent cycling through the city rather than traditional gym workouts. Your chest, while not excessively bulky, exudes confidence, accentuated by a perfectly fitted, slightly distressed shirt that clings just enough to hint at the toned physique beneath.

Your face is a masterpiece of angular perfection. High, defined cheekbones and a strong jawline frame your expression, which is perpetually smirking, as if you’re on the verge of delivering a sardonic comment. Your eyes, set beneath carefully tousled bangs, glint with a mix of mischief and depth, conveying a narrative of indie films, obscure vinyl records, and late-night discussions about philosophy.

Your beard, meticulously groomed into a slight stubble, adds a touch of rugged charm that complements your otherwise smooth, fair skin. Your style manages to look effortlessly curated—each element of your appearance a blend of high fashion and nonchalance. The final result is a look that’s enigmatic and alluring, leaving a lasting impression that’s as intriguing as it is meticulously put together.

As you stand there, surrounded by the vibrant energy of Brooklyn, your new appearance and the cloud of smoke create a persona that embodies the essence of a hipster stereotype—confident, self-assured, and delightfully aloof.

As you step into the dive bar, the dim lighting and eclectic mix of vintage memorabilia create the perfect backdrop for your transformation into a douchey hipster bro. The warmth and kindness that once defined you begin to recede, replaced by a carefully constructed aloofness. The thoughts echoing in your mind gradually mold your new persona.

As you walk through the bar’s entrance, you feel the layers of your former self peel away. Your appearance is now a calculated masterpiece of self-indulgent anachronism. Tight, distressed jeans cling to your form, paired with a plaid flannel shirt in hues of forest green and burgundy. The shirt is half-tucked into your jeans, the other half billowing out in a deliberate display of carelessness that signals your disdain for mainstream fashion. Over this, you wear a vintage leather bomber jacket, worn from punk rock gigs and late-night thrift store raids. A beanie sits low on your head, covering disheveled hair styled to look effortlessly tousled. Thick-rimmed, non-prescription glasses frame your eyes, which you adjust with a flick of your fingers, reflecting your perpetual annoyance at the unrefined. A keffiyeh drapes around your neck, a bold statement of selective political awareness and disdain for conventional fashion.

Your personality has transformed into a blend of condescension and misplaced sincerity. Conversations become a labyrinth of niche interests and obscure trivia. You discuss the socioeconomic impact of artisanal cheese with an air of authority, wax philosophical about the differences between microbrews, and extol the virtues of vinyl records over digital music with a smirk. As a vinyl collector on a quest for rare finds, you exaggerate the significance of your acquisitions with grandiose tales. Your weekends are spent hunting for vintage furniture at flea markets, which you proudly repurpose into “artisanal” home decor, much to the bemusement of friends who are more concerned with practicality.

On social media, you present yourself as a fervent activist, with profiles filled with pseudo-intellectual ramblings about environmentalism, punctuated by #SaveTheWhales hashtags and cryptic posts about reducing your carbon footprint. Despite your passionate pleas for change, your actual contributions are limited to purchasing locally-sourced kombucha and posting about it with missionary zeal.

Your memories now consist of pseudo-experiences, like long-winded tales about attending an underground jazz festival in Berlin or the “transformative” experience of reading Dostoevsky in a Parisian café. These stories are punctuated with phrases like “authentic experience” and “cultural enrichment,” serving to remind others of your superiority and deep-seated knowledge. Social interactions become your stage, where you perform as the enlightened soul surrounded by the uninformed masses. Any conversation quickly turns into a monologue about your superior taste in coffee, cinema, or any other niche topic. When someone tries to engage you on a subject outside your expertise, you respond with a patronizing tilt of the head, as though they’re speaking an alien language.

In essence, you’ve become a walking paradox of ironic detachment and pretentiousness. Your existence is a carefully curated tableau of vintage aesthetics and self-imposed exclusivity, where your profound engagement with counter-culture starkly contrasts with your detachment from genuine human connection.

The dimly lit room is filled with trendy patrons sipping on craft beers and cocktails. You spot her right away - a gorgeous girl sitting alone at the bar, her eyes hidden behind oversized sunglasses.

She has long, wavy hair that cascades down her back in shades of blonde and brown. Her body is slender yet curvy in all the right places, clad in a fitted black dress that hugs her every curve. You can't help but feel drawn to her; she exudes an effortless coolness that makes you want to know more about this mysterious woman.

But wait… aren't you gay? Why are you even noticing how hot she is? Your friends wave over from their table near the pool table, calling out your name excitedly as they gesture for you to join them for drinks and dancing later on tonight. As much as part of your brain screams at staying true to yourself and enjoying time with friends who accept and love you just as much for who YOU are… another part whispers temptingly about scoring big time tonight by taking home this stunning beauty! After all… tits are awesome! And suddenly it hits hard - you weren't unique or special enough to be gay. You're a basic ass, straight white boy.

As you make your way through the smoky haze of the dive bar, your eyes lock onto a girl at the bar, her casual charm standing out amidst the eclectic crowd. You approach her with a self-assured swagger, the echo of your inner thoughts lending a brash confidence to your demeanor.

"Hey there," you say, leaning against the bar with a casual air, "I couldn’t help but notice you look like you might appreciate some real music." You give her a once-over, smirking as you continue, "You know, something that isn’t mainstream garbage."

She raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed but intrigued. "Oh really? What kind of music are you into?"

With an air of superiority, you straighten up, adjusting your thick-rimmed glasses. "Well, I’ve been into bands that actually matter—bands that have shaped the soundscape of our generation. I listen to bands like Fleet Foxes, Bon Iver, and Animal Collective. You know, the ones that actually push boundaries and have an intellectual depth."

You take a sip from your artisanal craft beer, savoring the taste as if it's a rare delicacy. "I’ve seen Fleet Foxes live, and let me tell you, their performance was transcendent. They played an intimate set at a secret venue in Berlin that only a few knew about. It was so underground, you probably wouldn’t even have heard of it."

You notice her eyes glazing over and press on, becoming more aggressive. "But honestly, I don’t expect someone like you to understand. Most people here probably wouldn’t even get the significance of a Velvet Underground record. It’s like trying to explain quantum physics to a toddler."

Her face reddens with frustration.

"Look," you say with a condescending smile, "I get it. You’re probably into whatever’s trending right now—some pop star who’s more about image than substance. But if you really want to appreciate music, you should be looking at what the real trendsetters are listening to."

Your words are laced with an unspoken implication that her tastes are inferior, and you don’t miss the opportunity to debase her further. "I mean, no offense, but judging by your outfit, I can tell you probably haven’t been exposed to anything beyond the mainstream. It’s not your fault; it’s just how it is when you’re not in the know."

She gives you a withering look, "You're cuter when you don't talk" You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as she pulls you closer for a kiss. Her lips are soft and demanding at the same time, sending shivers down your spine.

As her tongue explores your mouth, she continues to talk down to you, her words dripping with sarcasm. "See? This is what happens when you shut up and let me take charge," she says between kisses. "You're so much cuter when you do that."

Her hands roam over your body, touching every inch of skin they can reach while her lips remain locked onto yours. She pushes against you forcefully, grinding her hips against yours as if trying to assert dominance through physical contact alone. As she downs the rest of her drink, she turns to face you fully and smiles seductively. Before either of us can think twice about it, your lips meet in a passionate kiss that quickly escalates into heavy petting again.

Feeling emboldened by this newfound connection (and possibly fueled by alcohol), you suggest taking things back outside for some fresh air and maybe even a smoke break. Once there under the dim streetlights, your hands wander freely over each other's bodies - yours exploring every curve while hers squeeze tightly around your waist as if afraid to let go just yet. You can't help but notice how soft yet firm her skin feels against yours; it sends shivers down your spine knowing what lies ahead later tonight

As if reading your mind perfectly well despite never having met before today, she whispers into your ear: "Let's just fuck and get this over with." It takes all of two seconds for those words to register within both your brains before reason takes flight from them entirely; why waste time building anticipation when you could be experiencing pure bliss right here right now? So without further ado or thought given towards potential consequences tomorrow morning you both stumble back inside where privacy awaits patiently behind closed doors

[baesimss]

GOATED Tees 🖤

Hey y'all ♡ I've created another graphic t-shirt collection for your male sims because we truly can never have enough (and honestly, it's very slim pickings especially for the simlish lovers). Hope your male sims enjoy them ♡

Included:

27 T-Shirt Swatches (available in English and Simlish)

Mesh (High-Low Tee by @ceeproductions) is included per the creator's TOU. Thank you so much CeeProductions for allowing recolors and inclusion of mesh in your TOU!

Now available for free on my Patreon!

[discdogs]

I love absolutely all of the costume pieces in Hackers, they’re all such unique pieces and are so fitting for each respective character but i just wanted to share just a few of my favs that i saw on hackers curators!!

Dades party pants - “Dade wears these checkered wide-legged bondage pants to Kate's party. They were designed for Vivienne Westwood and Malcolm McLaren's World's End label, for the 1984 Hypnos collection. Dade's pants are blue and orange checked with orange details, but a light blue and yellow color was also produced.”

Phreaks BW jacket - “Phreak wears this black and white Pierre Cardin leather jacket on top of the Empire State Building during the hack battle and again when the Hackers gather around a pool table to score the battle”

Cereals velvet underground Tank - “Cereal wears this ripped 1980s The Velvet Underground tee during both Cyberdelia scenes and at Lord Nikon's apartment when he shows up to watch Hack The Planet. The shirt features the cover art from Michael Leigh's controversial novel from which the band got their name.” (i made a version of this for a cosplay awhile ago)

Curtis’ Jacket - “Curtis wears this jacket by Solar-1 to Cyberdelia on the night Dade beats Kate's top score.. It is an EMT jacket that is available in several colors and has distinctive silver reflective stripes to help Curtis look slick all day (and night).”

Kates backpack - “Kate's "backpack" is a USAF C9 Parachute quarter deployment bag. The straps were added for the film” extra: “Deepdive information is coming soon, but in the meantime, check out the video process of our recreation.”

https://youtu.be/jTXmRBjQXVE

Razors Boots - “Razor wears these long "yeti" fur boots in the club scene when he and Blade agree to help hack the Gibson. These boots are vintage goat fur après ski boots by Italian label Oscar Sport, likely from the 1970s. Oscar still makes this style, called the Capra 01, although a few small details have changed in the past few decades. If the current model is any indication, the boots are handmade in Italy out of Tibetan goat fur and are wool-lined. Razor must be cold-blooded to dance all night in these babies!”

[50r-a]

;; Genshin Impact ! ··· ꒱

⊹₊ ⋆ Ganyu x reader . . . ꜜ

+` All is silent" · · · · ✦

`` ︵︵︵︵︵︵ ⋯ ⁺ 🎐 ”

warning(s); no mentions of pronouns/gender/yn, smut, first person, eating out, kitchen sex, first time, morning sex, body worship, milking, yk goats milk?, caught

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

It was a peaceful day at my manor. All of my companions were out and about doing their own thing. All except one, Ganyu. My Cryo archer and my beloved girlfriend. We had been dating for the past few months now. She is such a sweet girl; I can't say no to her when she asks me out for a date. Although it wasn't that often that we went out together since she was so busy with her training with Xiao and at her work at the Jade Chamber.

But now we're alone at my home. All is peaceful in this dewy morning. I was leaning against the white dry-wall of my kitchen, watching Ganyu clean the filthy dishes that we ignored last night from our dinner. Ganyu was looking prettier than ever. Her hair was still messy from only awaking from her sleep twenty minutes ago. She's not wearing her usual garb, she was wearing a simple plain white tee paired with small booty shorts that shape her hips wonderfully. The sun rays reflected off the silver spoon as she cleaned.

Her wide hips are so, so beautiful. Her thick thighs and her large bottom are so pronounced on those shorts.

Ganyu dropped the spoon into the sink and turned around to face me. "Good morning," she said with a smile. She always seemed happy whenever she first wakes up. I smiled back at my dear Ganyu. "Good morning.".

I love her sweet little smiles she gives me. I examine her curvy figure more. To the north of her thick thighs are her breasts. They're like mountains resting on her chest with how large they are. I take note that her nipples are harded slightly due to the coolness of the air from outside from the open windows. I felt myself getting excited at the thought of touching them. It strikes me that we had never made love with eachother. I had never even seen her naked not once.

I walked forth, I was now standing in front my my lover. "Hey darling," I said, taking her hand. She blushed bashfully and looked down at the dishes then up towards my eyes. We locked gazes.

"What’s the matter?"she asked me, noticing my eyes was on her delectable body.

"Nothing…nothing at all," I replied, trying to hide my erotic thoughts.

She laughed at that, "Well maybe you should tell me what your thinking."

I paused for a while, unsure of how much to reveal.

"It's just that I was thinking about finally making love to you. That's all. We haven't even seen eachother in the nude so…" I trailed off.

"Oh, oh!" Ganyu's face visually went red. "W-well, I've been thinking about that aswell. It's just, I was too scared to do so.".

"Why are you scared?" I asked.

"Well…umm," she stammered. "I don't know. I guess I'm still so fearful to actually to lose my virginity. And also, I'm afraid of what you'll think after seeing me naked."

"You have nothing to worry about. I would never judge you." I assured her. "And it's okay if you feel embarrassed, I understand."

She looked at me with a soft gaze. "Thank you."

We kissed passionately, I reached over and pulled her close to me. Our lips met in a deep passionate kiss. Her tongue slid across mine and she pressed her chest against mine. I could feel her now erect nipples rubbing against my shirt. Her hands ran through my hair and massaged my scalp. She pulled away from me and smiled, "I love you."

"I love you too," I said back before getting on my knees.

Out of surprise, Ganyu gasps at my sudden collapse. "A-are you okay?" She asked.

"Shh, I'm fine. Just, will you let me to do this?" I asked her before lightly tugging at her tiny shorts.

Ganyu blushed but nodded, "Y-yes."

I pulled both her shorts and her panties down her thighs. Her icy blue pubic hairs were trimmed short and she has a cute little tuft of hair above her pussy. I could see her pinkish clit poking out from between her outer pussy lips. Her inner lips were bright pink and glistening with moisture. I could smell her arousal.

My fingers slipped into her wet slit, parting her outer lips. I rubbed her clitoris gently while I continued to slide in and out her slick vaginal canal. My fingers explored every inch of her pussy, circling her clitoris and sliding up into her tight hole. I loved the feel of her velvety smooth insides. The slight resistance as my digits pressed deep within her.

"Mm, yes! Please touch me, please!" Ganyu begged me.

I smiled at her begging. "I'll give you what you want, my dear Ganyu.". I leaned forward and licked her juicy, engorged clitoris. She moaned in delight as I sucked her nub between my lips. I slowly moved my head back and forth, stimulating her clit with my tongue. Her thighs trembled as her orgasm grew closer.

Suddenly, her legs shook violently as her orgasm overtook her. "AHHHHH! YES! YYYEEESSSS!!!" She screamed loudly as her juices flowed freely from her cunt. Her body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her. Her hands grasped my head tightly as she rode out her blissful climax. She then collapsed onto me, using my body as a support. I leaned her voluptuous figure on the kitchen counter before my hands crawled under her white shirt.

I cupped her heavy breasts, my thumb running up and down the stiffened nipple. I could hear her ragged breathing as she caught her breath from her orgasm.

"Ugh, s-so good~" she whispered to me.

I leaned down and kissed her. I placed my hands on the sides of her white shirt, lifting it off of her. Her large tits jiggled as they hit the cold surface. I felt her smooth stomach and the soft skin of her belly button. I then buried my face between her meaty cleavage. Her huge mounds filled my mouth and I began to suckle on her large tits. I swirled my tongue around her erect nipples, flicking them with my tongue.

"MMM! Ahhh! Mmmph! AHH! AH! Ahh! HNNNGGGGG!!!" Ganyu moaned loudly, arching her back and pressing her tits tighter against my face. And then her milk from her breasts began to squirt out. I took it all in my mouth and swallowed. Her juices tasted amazing and I couldn't get enough. I sucked on her pink bud, trying to drink more of her lovely goats milk from her.

I was so focused on sucking the milk filled breasts that I didn't even realize the kitchen door had been opened.

"Oh my!" We heard a feminine voice yell out in shock.

I immediately stop sucking on Ganyu's tits, the both of us looked to see who caught us in the act of love. And it was Mona.

All was silent, once more.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Some simple headcanons, with a side of angst for your Friday night. Below the cut.

-Dew is really good at sewing, and used to repair the old ghoul uniforms before they got the money to buy new ones/were able to hire a professional to do it, but he still fixes the other ghouls’ clothes now and then if they ask.

He’s currently in the process of making a t-shirt quilt out of some of his old band tees as a little side project.

-Rain is not a great cook, but he does make the best fucking pancakes. They were the first thing he got to cook topside apart from scrambled eggs.

-Swiss likes being the little spoon, both because he loves cuddles, and because then he doesn’t feel like he’s trapping the other person there if they don’t want to be. 

The only exceptions to this rule are when he’s laying face to face with the other person, or when he’s snuggling with Cumulus.

He enjoys holding her.

-Sunshine can do cartwheels, and is generally very good at gymnastics/balance related things, to the point that everyone is convinced she might be part goat.

-Cirrus and Dew have watched every Adam Sandler movie together, and basically have the plots of “Blended” and “Just Go With It” memorized for no reason at all, and parrot lines from “Little Nicky” at each other all the time.

-Aether is 100% ride or die, and has gotten into a LOT of fights despite everyone thinking he’s not a fighter, and he has not regretted a single one.

-Mountain is well versed in sign language, and has given all the other ghouls sign names, some are more creative than others, but Rain is obviously Rain, and Dew is simplified to just “D” or a repeated “Dee-Dee” when Mountain is referring to him in an affectionate way.

-Cumulus is friends with a couple of the sisters from the abbey, and goes out with them pretty regularly, and basically has them as a sort of separate friend group from the other ghouls.

Cirrus doesn’t really get along with them, not because of anything bad, but because she doesn’t want to feel... replaced.

-Dew can smell changes in people’s blood sugar levels well enough that he can tell when someone is experiencing hypoglycemia just by catching a whiff of their breath, and while he has explained, numerous times, what the scent is like to the other ghouls and even the siblings, none of them seem to have as firm of a grasp on it as he does.

-Rain can make sand, or, more accurately, he can channel his water magic to erode rocks and make sand.

Once, Rain and Dew teamed up to see if they could make glass this way, with Rain making sand and Dew heating it, and as it would turn out: Yes, yes they can.

Neither of them, however, are exactly good at sculpting though, so the results were a pathetic little glass snake, which they gave to Imperator on Mother’s Day because, “Sure, why the fuck not?”

...She kept it.

And, lastly;

-Mountain has a secret greenhouse and adjoining cabin in the woods where he grows his “experimental” plants.

He has yet to elaborate on what that means, or where this mystical place might be.

Many have wandered in vain.

Except for Dew and Swiss.

They found that place in under an hour on a summer’s afternoon, and were lowkey disappointed to find out Mountain wasn’t growing monster amounts of weed, and was actually researching rare plants.

Neither of them left though, and now Mountain has guinea pigs lab partners.

[b0vidine]

Here we go again with the drawing new references for my hmsw designs and explaining the thought behind them (this is the third time I’m doing this I’m going to go insane) this time however I’m doing them individually starting with Mind! 

Starting with his normal design Mind has a leather jacket, tee-shirt underneath, jeans, and boots all black of course besides his belt which is white

His hair is mostly pushed back besides the bit that hangs in front of his face on the right

His eyes are blue as well has he has goat like pupils

as for his accessories he has quite a few rings (seven to be exact), his necklace which is of course drumsticks, a bracelet with a sun on it (matching with Heart) and a can tab earing as a call back to Soul with the monster jokes (Though I've been drawing him with that earing since before the QnA because of a convo I had with somebody in the cjfs)  

He has quite a lot of scars more than Heart and Soul do I wanted him to have scars due to the fact they are demonized/villainized by society/media, him having scars ties into the fact he gets villainized by Heart but at the same time most of the scarring is from Heart himself (There are a few from Soul but it’s mainly Heart) 

Finally his altered design, I talked about my headcanon that they can alter their appearances either intentionally or not intentionally due to a repetitive mindset (post). Originally I wanted Mind’s toxic ruler mindset to show itself in the form of a crown for this redesign I leaned more towards the robot theme. Like how Heart gave himself wings to try to seem innocent or pure Mind made himself robotic to seem perfect, flawless, emotionless, ect. (now also putting in more effort to hide his scars seeing that they're visible in his normal design but not the altered one due to the mechanical hands) Though as Heart had feathers grow in his hair because of him giving himself wings Mind had a similar drawback his stress/repressed emotions showing as those blue lines on his face (meant to resemble tears) the more stressed or upset he is the more lines appear they sort of grow over time like a mask slowly cracking 

His pupils also are a light blue and glow instead of being darker in this altered state. 

That's all I got for now! Whole is next then I’ll get back to requests before doing Heart and Soul :)

[clubmega]

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[heartsandstarsnation]

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[angie-j-kay]

Me: I really want a punk battle jacket. I have patches and pins, but no jacket in my size. Inner Me: You have your hoodie. It was the only one you could find in your size, because no one makes GOOD clothes for plus-sized women. It's also super comfy and one of your favorite articles of clothing.

Me: It's hot freaking pink.

Inner Me: *dons Sith hood* AND??????? Your favorite tee shirt with the screaming goat on it is in shreds. Cut out the design and sew it to the back, DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me: I guess it WOULD match my hair...

@theamazingchickenman, why do I think of you in this???

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 22: Rain, rain

The rain pours down all around, and drenching Dean to the bone, but it doesn’t matter. He has a relationship to salvage.

He keeps running, shoes and socks squelching, hair dripping in his face.

He skids to a stop on her street.

Shit, she’s already leaving. Her house is locked up tight, and her car looks packed to the gills. He’s too late, but he breaks out into a sprint anyway.

“Lis!” he calls, his voice lost to a boom of thunder.

He jogs closer, winded and out of breath. “Elise!” he bellows, and this time he gets her attention.

She jerks her head up, her large black umbrella nearly slipping out of her hands as she spots him. Her lips part in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t go.”

Her lips purse. “The deal’s done. I’ve signed a contract, and I can’t back out now.”

“Then let me go with you,” Dean says desperately.

Lisa clutches her umbrella like a lifeline. She takes a step back. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” Dean swears. He pushes the water out of his eyes. “I’ve changed.”

“James…” Lisa says, her voice unsteady.

Dean steps closer. “Don’t say my name like that.”

“Like what?” Lisa murmurs, and he’s close enough to duck under her umbrella with her.

“Like we’re already over.”

“But we are,” she says, her voice shakier than ever.

Lightning flashes, a snapshot of them frozen in time.

Lisa swallows, licks her lips.

Dean leans forward. Nose-to-nose, he stares into her big brown eyes, letting the moment build, before he closes his eyes, pictures a very different face, and leans in for the climactic kiss.

“CUT!”

The rain stops, thank fuck.

Dean wiggles the fingers wrapped around Lisa’s waist, and she jerks back, giggling. 

She punches him in the arm, nearly taking you an eyeball with a stray umbrella spoke. “You jackass.”

“C’mon,” Dean says, grimacing as he pulls his nearly translucent tee shirt (the costume department made him model at least six different ones, to Dean’s embarrassment). “At least you don’t have to deal with this.”

Lisa raises her eyebrows. “Are you seriously trying to pull the I’m-literally-too-sexy-for-my-shirt card?”

Dean snorts. He waves to Cas, arguing with Gabriel by the screens showing the footage they just shot.

Cas mouths, “What?”

“Are we done?” he calls.

Cas rolls his eyes as Gabriel lifts his megaphone (he’s the only director Dean’s worked with that commits to that particular stereotype). “That’s a wrap for today, people!” he announces to Dean’s relief. “Castiel, you’re free to go home and warm your boyfriend up. He must be cold; just look at those ni–”

Cas wrests the megaphone from Gabriel, hissing, “I’m right next to you, for God’s sake!” 

Gabriel grins. “Have a good night, Cassie.”

Cas shoves the megaphone back at Gabriel and stalks towards Dean. 

“Hey,” Dean says, slinging a wet arm around Cas’s shoulders. “You make it too easy for him. He only does it ’cause it gets a rise out of you.”

Cas grumbles something highly offensive about Gabriel’s mother and a goat.

“Don’t let him get to you,” Lisa says, leaning in to kiss Cas on the cheek. “Have a good night.”

As she leaves, Cas grimaces. “He never makes fun of Lisa.”

“Because Lisa comes from a loaded family with a team of lawyers,” Dean says cheerfully. “But the closest you and Gabe got is your second-cousin Chuck, and nobody’s waiting for him to make his My Cousin Vinny debut.”

“Definitely not,” Cas agrees. “I hardly trust Chuck to bring an appropriate present to this year’s White Elephant.”

Dean scrunches up his face. “Didn’t he bring signed copies of his own books last time?”

Castiel sighs. “Poor Muriel was dead set on taking home that spice rack.” 

Dean ducks into Wardrobe to get changed and catches up with Pam as she lets him dry off and takes his wet clothes. After a quick wipe down to get the waterproof makeup off, he’s finally free. 

“I’m all yours,” Dean announces as he emerges in his usual flannel and jeans.

Cas looks up from checking emails on his phone. “How is it that you don’t get mad at Gabriel? He usually gets to me by getting to you.”

Dean shrugs. “Once you’ve had your exes compare the size of your actual dick in TMZ, the shit Gabe pulls really seems like small potatoes.”

“Oh,” Cas says quietly.

“And I did blow up at Gabriel, more than a few times,” Dean points out as they turn towards the parking lot behind the studio sets.

“I remember.” Cas frowns. “What changed?”

“You said it was okay to go public, and I knew you were in it for the long haul.” Dean fishes around in his pockets for his keys. “It was one thing when Gabe was poking fun at me, but when he’s shitting on us, it reminds me there’s an ‘us’ to shit on in the first place, and, in my book, that mostly makes up for it.”

Cas stills Dean’s hand on the Impala door. And, as Dean looks up in confusion, Cas crushes their mouths together.

Damn, this is what a real climactic kiss feels like.

[hecateisalesbian]

🐸🍫💛🐰🍪🙃🦋🧡💎🦖🌙🪲🔮🌿🌸

💞Choose

🐸- uhhhhhh. Alt? Idk 🤷 I’m very much just a broad mix. I’m into a lot of things but if I had to categorize it it’d be alt

🍫- oooooo. That’s a hard one. I love cheese and I love chocolate. Honestly depends on the type/brand. If it’s blue cheese or something I don’t like it or if it’s milk chocolate I’m not a huge fan but I love dark chocolate and I love goat cheese

💛- Yup! I have both earlobes pierced (flashback to Claire’s story) and I’m planning on getting some more soon (can’t decide if I want to go second earlobe or helix)

🐰- either the way they present themselves or the jokes they make. I’ve ended a lot of friendships because people have made horrible jokes regarding race, sexism/misogyny, etc and everyone always tells me “it’s just humor” but it really makes me uncomfortable and I think it’s a horrible sense of humor. Also the way they present themselves? Most of the time if someone (for example) looks like the typical “basic girl” at my school (blonde/brown highlighted hair, straight and long, the same clothing, etc) they probably are a basic girl but even someone wearing eyeliner, or shoes with beads on them, or stuff like that kinda tells me that they like doing something different. If that makes sense?

🍪- chocolate chip

🙃- uhhhh. Hm. Australia is wider than the moon

🦋- Luz Noceda TOH (if that counts as a word, if not than genderfluid)

🧡- hm. I like most colors tbh. But that bright bright neon green yellow is sucky ngl

💎- I wouldn’t say my most prized, but I do have this stuffed animal I’ve had since I was like 4 that I got at the Denver Zoo and it’s actually a leopard but being four I didn’t know that so I named it Cheetah and I still have it :)

🦖- Dodo Birds a classic

🌙- like a yearish.

🪲- I don’t see a beetle lol so I’m here take thjs

🔮- being an actor or a professional cosplayer

🌿- does it have to be one I own? Okay I’m. Maybe. Ripped jeans, patterned fishnets, Doc Martens, um. Baggy tee shirt or maybe a button up with a vest on top. Or perhaps a turtleneck with a stud leather jacket

🌸- “Your like Luz Noceda/Nimona”

💞- why must you do this to meee: okay um. It’s a three way tie probably between @artkittycatty @bloodied-dagger and @rainbowangel110. Since I interact with them the most. Or maybe @imhumanguysiswear or @threegoblinart or @stars-and-birds or-