#in honor of the midterms

[undignifiedpopemobile]

f1 drivers as men who have tried (and failed!) to flirt with me this week

1. "You're kidding, you're not into day trading? Let me show you the app I use. Hold on, have you heard of bitcoin?" (you know this man lost thousands of dollars on nft scams)

2. "But like, what has affirmative action ever done for me, you know?" (it was actually max verstappen who said this to me. crazy coincidence.)

3. sent me a link to a gdrive folder full of pictures of my face, taken by him (?????????? what do I even do with this one, lads?)

4. "But if he's, like, an ethical billionaire, isn't it bad if the government taxes him? Because he could use that money to help people?" (generally i am against tax evasion but i will make an exception for lewis. evade those taxes, baby.)

5. "I think most women have daddy issues. Like, almost all. But men don't have, like, mommy issues. I totally don't have mommy issues." (real! I'm not kidding! a real man really said this to me! this is almost an exact quote!)

6. "I just think men are generally smarter than women. But you seem like you're super smart though." (actually I love alonso and really this should be Mazepin. Слава Україні, etc)

honorable mentions:

"I think women just don't like me because I'm short." (can confirm there are definitely other reasons)

2. "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down that wall." (unfortunately, this one actually worked, which is why I am assigning it to toto wolff, who is the only f1-related person I think could pull off a line this bad. also, like ronald reagan, he believes whoever has the most money should just win.)

[seakrisp]

"You're family now."

extra sketches: more hunter and honorary siblings

[cloudofsalt]

SEPTIC EGOS / ALTRVERSE NATION HOW WE DOING

[dripping-moonlight]

wen kexing memes ive made to cope with midterms

[im-still-watching-anime]

naruto: i’ve always hated exercises where you have to pick a partner since it reminds me how no one would pick me when i was little. sometimes i still get worried i’ll be the odd one out :(

literally everyone who has ever even remotely interacted with naruto: *immediately scrambling to partner up with him*

[starrynightsforever]

Agent Mulder believes we are not alone…

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was younger I wasn’t great at math (because no one really takes the time to teach it well). So math homework was a particular trial for me.

I remember one night, I’d been staring at a math sheet trying to do my homework. My mom sent my dad over to help me, reasoning that he was better than her at math. And my dad, with his undiagnosed autism and 70 hour work weeks was… unprepared emotionally for the level of dull unthinking burn out I was currently experiencing.

He tried to explain and I just stared at the sheet, uncomprehending and overworked. It was late and well past the point where I should have been attempting homework. I probably should have been getting ready for bed, but instead I was sat at a table until I completed the worksheet. In response my dad kept getting angrier and angrier. Each “I don’t know” I uttered ticked a blood vessel in his forehead closer to reaching critical mass.

That’s when my dad had a full on meltdown. He started screaming in my face. Vein throbbing, face red. Spittle flew as he vented his stress and frustration onto me. I don’t remember how the situation ended. Maybe my mom stepped in. Maybe he felt a flash of shame as his tiny child burst into helpless tears. I don’t remember. I don’t think he was tasked with helping me ever again.

But I still remember the feelings of that moment. When faced with math problems I can’t immediately understand I’m overcome with feelings of panic and hopelessness. I have the overwhelming conviction that I’m too stupid to even attempt this, so why bother.

Now that I’m taking coding for school it’s an emotional drain unlike any other class I’ve taken. Each week I attempt my homework lab from home, embarrassed that I’ll start crying in front of my classmates. It makes it harder not to have hands on help. I spend at least an hour in tears trying to sooth that tiny terrified child that still lives in my brain that if we can just calm down we can do this.

My parents are so proud they never spanked me, and I just nod when the subject comes up. I’m confident that my dad has no memory of the incident or any of the other meltdowns he unleashed on me as a kid. It wouldn’t change the past, and would serve only to make him feel bad. I know he’d be sorry if I brought it up. But sometimes I still want to rub his face in it, when I’m sat in front of my computer sobbing and feeling like I’m just too stupid.

[navyhyuck]

first time i’m listening to an nct song since neo zone the queen and i’m in love with the tt at first listen

[fridayyy-13th]

^ live footage of me rn

[benetnvsch]

wouldn't it be funny :) if I just :) did not finish this final :) submitted it as it is :)

[bopinion]

2022 / 45

Aperçu of the Week:

"He who talks a lot ends up believing what he says."

(Honoré de Balzac)

Bad News of the Week:

Sometimes I anticipate in advance when Bad News are developing. Unfortunately. That can't be good. Unfortunately. And this time, too, I'm probably right. Unfortunately. After all, it's all about the future of humanity. Or to put it less dramatically: about the UN Climate Conference COP27 in Sharm-El-Sheikh, Egypt. Usually, hopes are associated with this event. Not this time, pessimism was already spreading in the run-up to the event. A week earlier, for example, an essential marine protection agreement for the Antarctic had already failed due to the blockade by - guess who! - Russia and China. So the omens were set.

The first journalistic impressions on the ground seemed absurd: a gigantic camp in the midst of sweltering heat that is extremely downplayed. Guess from which energy source the air conditioners are fed. And then two frightening numbers are floating around. One is 2.7 degrees. Indeed, an increasing number of experts (including the UN climate agency) are suggesting that this figure - rather than the much-vaunted 1.5 degrees - is a realistic marker for global temperature trends unless action against it improves rapidly and fundamentally. The other is 34%. According to a calculation by Christian Aid, the gross domestic product of African countries will collapse by this percentage by the end of the century because of climate change. If it would stay at the 1.5 degrees. Which it currently does not, see above.

Then there are currently more and more scientists who assume that the first tipping points - points of no return - have already been reached. This means that specific climate damage can no longer be reversed, even if all human factors were to be reduced to zero immediately. Glaciers in the Alps? Summer ice in the Arctic? Ice shelf on Greenland? All already lost. Irretrievably. Game over.

And in Sharm-El-Sheikh, they're mainly haggling over money right now. According to the motto: "You break it, you buy it". Meaning that the industrialized nations, whose wealth is based on environmental damage, should/must make concrete financial commitments to the poorer southern countries, which are more strongly affected by climate change, for the consequences of their actions (or rather their inactions today). Objectively correct. But in times of Ukraine war, inflation, energy price explosion, supply chain disruptions, digitalization efforts, demographic aging, etc., no finance minister is happy to find even more demands in his incoming mail.

In his long-awaited keynote speech (which was even billed as "inspiring"), Joe Biden, after in all seriousness attesting to the U.S.'s pioneering role in climate protection, was also all about money. He wants to invest $37 billion a year in climate protection at home. For the support of poorer countries, he wants to invest just 8 billion, although the USA's share would be 40 billion. Yes, that's right: five times as much. If even the richest country in the world does not meet its obligations, it will definitely not be enough over all. Because that's the sad thing: none of the so called economists has yet understood that the consequences of unchecked climate change will be much more expensive than active measures against it. Not to mention the effects on the literal "quality of life".

Good News of the Week:

"Who the fuck is Chase Oliver?" is certainly on the minds of many political observers currently following the race for the final three Senate seats in the midterms. The candidate of the "Libertarians" in Georgia has done a disservice to the Democrats (to whom they are undoubtedly much closer than to the Republicans). For thanks to the 2.1% he achieved, neither the Reverend Raphael Warnock (he is only 0.5% short, according to CNN today) nor amateur gynecologist Herschel Walker were able to clear the necessary 50% hurdle and must now go to a runoff election on December 6.

That means a general hanging game. Because if you follow the current projections of the other two open Senate seats, Arizona goes to the Democrats by a solid margin and Nevada razor thin to the Republicans (Recount!). Which causes a stalemate - 50 seats red, 49+1 seats (Kamala Harris as chair has an extra vote) - until Georgia is decided. So you can bet that this already absurdly expensive and polarizing campaign will intensify in the coming weeks. To which Warnock can be sure of his party's broad support. And Walker is not. After all, the latter has accumulated an extensive assortment of scandals in recent weeks, which could ensure that the Republican establishment formally supports him, but personal enthusiastic commitment at campaign events, for example, could rather lap along.

Speaking of lapping: The feared "big red wave" on which Donald Trump would have liked to surf on with his anticipated candidacy failed to materialize. And that's the Good News. For the U.S. and the whole world. Typically, midterms always punish the current federal government - even if it's not on the ballot. And often makes the incumbent president a lame duck who is considerably restricted in his political freedom of movement. That's exactly what pollsters expected this time around, too. After all, Joe Biden's approval ratings are in the basement, inflation is causing fundamental discontent, expensive military aid to Ukraine is losing support, and on and on. Good thing it didn't turn out that way. Because the message that this time it's all about the big picture - i.e., preserving a fair and transparent democracy - apparently caught on strongly enough.

Personal happy moment of the week:

What could have been my happy moment this week? That I wasn't involved in an accident? That I solved Wordle every day? That we still manage without (gas) heating? That we still have a season of Working Moms ahead of us? That my dad is slowly recovering from a serious illness? That a few days ago I laughed at a delicious joke that I already don't remember? That I beat my son in check after a long time? Mmmh... There are just weeks that are full of gray clouds and the sun is struggling.

I couldn't care less...

...about Elon Musk. This guy starts to get on my nerves more and more. Because he is so incredibly smart. And therefore has solutions for everything. From the Ukraine conflict (Boxing match with Putin or at least referendums under UN supervision!) to the Corona virus (People worried about it are dumb!) and international politicians (Likening Justin Trudeau to Adolf Hitler!) to law enforcement (Nancy Pelosi's husband was attacked by a disgruntled callboy!). And now the head of Twitter is single-handedly defining how true free speech works. For example, finding hate speech better than fact-checks. Or letting everyone impersonate someone else, preferably a celebrity. Great. I'd love to place my advertising dollars in that kind of environment, too. The bird is freed? I don't think so.

As I write this...

...our neighbor's cat Filou is stroking around my feet. It's obviously getting too cold outside. And that's why he prefers to take his midday nap at our place. You are welcome.

Post Scriptum:

Russia (or to be fair: Vladimir Putin and his lemmings) loses. Morally anyway. Financially more and more. And now militarily, too. The first terrain gains of the Ukrainian counteroffensive were still explained by the Russian side as changed priorities and first territorial tasks as regroupings. However, the fact that the Red Army is now retreating to the eastern bank of the Dnieper is now justified by the protection of its own soldiers. Which is in fact the first acknowledgement of a partial strategic defeat. Stay tuned.

[absentmoon]

kinda sleepy :P

[fluffypotatey]

Do you have any OCs or fics?

YES!!! yes i do :D you can find my fics here (and i do have a link in my bio if you happen to lost this one) i've written a lot for lmk and bbc merlin with some other fandom fics like teen wolf

with my OCs idk how many i have in total, but i'll list them in order fo creation :)

Malifer - president and leader of the Operation Merthur organization that the Camelot servants came up with as a joke which later spiraled out of their hands (we also have Charlie, and honorable mention but i don't have much to say about him). i would like to include cameos of Malifer with my other bbc merlin wips bc he was so much fun to write all those years ago

Nessa - my bbc merlin OC who is my excuse to give Merlin a sorcerer friend in the show and maybe shake up the plot as she tries to fulfill her own private agenda. maybe even have something gay with morgana idk i considered it. i am currently writing a fic for her (it's going slow ;-; my fault tho bc i keep getting new wip ideas)

Lucy & Nikolas (aka, Lucky) - my beloved oc blorbos, they are so messy and codependent, they have so many issues but none of it will ever hinder their relationship. they met when Nick was trying to pickpocket Lucy and she caught him. they are originally OCs for a batfamily fic i wrote, but i love them too much that i keep recycling them in different stories and scenarios (they're in a teen wolf au, a pirate au, a lockwood & co au, they're mobsters.....i also included them in my lmk tournament au bc i can). i just can't let them go

Kairi & Rachel - they are companion characters to Lucky but more on the side. sometimes i include them in the recycling. sometimes not, but they're fun :D actually they heavily influence the next OCs lol (especially Kairi bc she's the 1st grim reaper i wrote)

Tiffany, Adalaide, Xion, Nathaniel - this lovely quartet are a part of an original story i am in the works of creating (it's very slow tho lmao i started writing them in 2021) which is a historical fantasy with magic and paladins and grim reapers. it's a story about sisters, wars, duty, and free will-- i'm writing some of it for my creative writing class, so it's been fun fleshing them out!

Squires of the Round Table (SotRT) - basically what their title says, these are OC who are the squires of the Arthurian Round Table knights (more specifically, the Round Table knights of bbc merlin). these lovely guys were birthed through an ask i received and it spiraled from there. they are also who i'm referencing in my askbox lol

Húang Júhua (黄菊花)- my lmk OC of whom has a tag here on my blog with all things related to her. she was created as a means to explore swk's character in the show and his attitude towards her longevity (hence, reaper) i also thought it would be ironic if one of his closest friends was the personification of Death given how much he tried to escape it in his youth.

Xié Líng (谢灵) - the companion character to Júhua bc they are two halves of a whole, 2 sides of the same coin, a pair that represent the total concept of death. they are the White Reaper, carrier of the good and neutral souls who lived their lives as peaceful as they could.

Hamlin - he's a companion character for my quartet. he is, to put it simply, one of the most brushed off characters. he's a blacksmith who owns his forge on the skirt of a citadel i haven't named yet and is a total sweetheart with a heart of gold. i originally created him as a plot device to illustrate how homesick Adelaide was, but then i grew attached to the guy

and....i think that covers most of them? at least the ones that have names. so yeah *jazz hands*

[isanyonetoknow]

on the one hand this is tangible proof that the overwork I do is paying off. On the other hand recent tragedy in the place that mostly caused me to be like this so, considering I was not actively working toward this goal, it feels wrong to celebrate because I’m inadvertently thanking an honestly shitty place. But on the first hand I will get access to so many opportunities theoretically which I’ll need. But on the second hand it’s a $140 fee (only one time tho) and I’m already very skeptical about summer rent (it can be covered but oof). But on the first hand literally would be so helpful. And on the third hand I really should go to fucking sleep

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

my sincerest apologies to my followers for the constant posting. midterms are over and I have two weeks of pent-up thoughts to get out.

[mattsdolll]

𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 - 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 . . ୨୧

hockeyplayer!matt x quietgirl!reader

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . their entire lives they've always had a strong disliking towards eachother, what happens when matt makes her cry? i've never wrote anything like this so feel free to critique ! this is soo cliché😭 ib: august by chase atlantic. enemies to lovers, somewhat forced proximity ??,kinda angst, smut, mention of panic attacks, no use of y/n, p in v, unprotected sex.

this is my first time writing semi-angst & smut so this is kinda basic and i lowkey hate this fic but i love the concept of it. more work coming soon since i'm finally out of my tumblr slump & will be more active, in honor of me back in my chase atlantic phase..

"how do we expect to be anything when we don't try to be anything?"

2.8k words

enjoy🤍

year eleven was tough on everyone, matt especially. he had always struggled with school but with hockey and midterms he was stressed. next year was graduation & everybody had to take school very seriously in the hopes they'd pass. he had a couple of friends aside from his brothers, most who he didn't speak to much. nick and chris were the few people that were keeping him sane during this period of his life, he hated it. hockey was his escape, it let him get his pent up frustration out in a healthy way. you and matt had never gotten along, as pathetic as it sounded you were "rivals".

your relationship with matt was agnostic, for no particular reason there was just a strong disliking towards you on his end - or so you thought. you were too busy doing better things in your life. you could never pinpoint why but he just couldn't tolerate you. your entire lives he just seemed stand-offish about you. about a year and a half ago, everything changed for the worse. you had gotten into a massive argument over something trivial, your memories of the fight were vague. ever since then you had ignored him and he returned the favor. he had taken a liking to one of your closest friend and you had an issue with it, believing she deserved better, she did. you could almost hear the anger coursing through his veins as he screamed at you that night

"you can't just fucking do that! i liked her and you..you messed up everything! i wish you would just-" the brunettes words echoed through your head, he was furious, frustrated and deeply hurt, you couldn't see that at the time. you wondered if you were wrong in trying to protect your friend. you wondered if he had good morals. you wondered if you made a mistake, did you make him hate you?

you were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts, your teacher calling on you to present your assignment to the class, the eyes of your classmates staring into the back of your head as you made your way to the front of the dull room. you began your presentation, a lame low effort articulation of your view on mental health until you met his gaze. the brunettes eyes pierced through your soul, that look of pure concentration was bothering you, it was somewhat troublesome, he wanted you to mess up, he knew the eye contact would make you lose focus, you pathetically stammered over your words. you forced the rest of your speech out of your mouth, returning to your seat, he smirked to himself, his eyes following your body as you walked. you wanted to crawl into a hole and die, you hated public speaking or expressing your feelings vocally, it was something you'd struggled with as a child, he knew that.

it was a cold night in august, fall dawning upon the small town. the leaves slowly dying, sweaters being worn, pumpkin spice becoming the not so new trend. one of your close friends had offered you tickets to the game tonight, held at the school's ice rink. you were hesitant. she gave her ticket to you because she had gotten sick and didn't want to put the ticket to waste. you had no plans tonight, never mind getting ready to actually leave your bed. you took a hot shower, the scorching water streaming down your body. you blow dried your hair, straightening it and tying a low ponytail, lacing a black bow around the brunette locks. you threw on baggy jeans along with a black tank top, small silver hoop earrings and white sneakers, along with a black jacket draped over your arm. you drove to the venue with heavy eyes. you touched up your mascara and lip gloss in the mirror, the remnants of your makeup from earlier still evident on your face. you made your way into the school stadium, the cool breeze of the ice hitting your skin.

the game was somewhat boring to you, you had no idea what it meant to shoot or what dribbling was, but you tried to make the most of it. there he was, only a few meters away from you. the boy skated around the ice flawlessly, the void-like pit in your stomach felt full, your insides fluttering. you couldn't help but be impressed, you had never seen him play before, you never realized he was so good. he scored a few goals, the score was 7-5. his team was ahead, until the opposing team knocked matt out of the way, causing him to tumble over, falling on the ice. the crowd gasped, the opposing team scoring three points for their goal. matt hit his mouth against his helmet, blood leaking from his lips, he skated to the bench, cleaning up. you felt suspense building in your stomach, his appearance disheveled, hair scruffy, face sweaty, you couldn't help but think he looked..different. were you enjoying this?

apparently you were, you didn't exactly like matt, you just enjoyed watching the games, the games where he was the most important player, over and over and over..seeing him get so frustrated, it was like some kind of amusing pastime. after one of the many games you'd attended. during one of the mid-season games, his team on a winning streak. he had "finally" spotted you in the crowd while on the ice, he nearly choked on his spit, seeing you watching him play, he felt a sense of cockiness rush through him, the urge to win now unbearable. he needed to prove how good he was, but why? he scored the winning point, his team cheering and celebrating, his friends lifted him up over their heads. on their way to the locker rooms. you took in the familiar sight of his disheveled, ruined appearance, drinking in the sight. he caught you staring, however, a cocky grin spreading across the boys lips. you attempted to mask your embarrassment but it was too late, he kicked off his gear in the locker room, changing everything but that hockey jersey. the short sleeved top hung off his body perfectly, the color contrasting his eyes.

"stalking me now?" he teased, sitting next to you on the bleachers, the way he sat so confidently all of a sudden, not like his usual self, his demeanor was alluring, you had never felt this way about him until now. well maybe since last month. "i wasn't stalking you, i had nothing better to do tonight" you tried to protest, he simply chuckled. "yeah? and last week, the week before..and before.." he drawled cockily, he had seen you, every game, gawking at him. how could you not have noticed? "you don't talk much, hm? didn't get taught how to communicate growing up?" you went quiet, you hated talking, you were never allowed to growing up. you had developed this "don't talk unless spoken to" mindset and it carried on into your school career, resulting in you having little to no friends. it was a very touchy subject to you and you hated how badly it got to you.

matt was only teasing, trying to make a conversation until the tears brimming your eyes almost instantly made matts cocky grin disappear, his expression now evident with worry. you felt the familiar feeling of your throat closing up, your heart began to throb harder. you couldn't even mutter out a word, you got up and headed out in fear of breaking down in front of him, the last person on earth you'd want to look weak in front of. you settled on the grass by a small garden on the school grounds outside a now locked and empty classroom.

the second you took off matt knew he had made a mistake, he rushed after you, somehow losing you in the process. he found you eventually, sitting down with your knees to your chest, calming yourself down. and in that moment, he saw himself in you. he knew how it felt, the horror washing over you as the air deflated from your lungs, your throat tightening, he hated that feeling. he knew it all too well. he needed to provide you some sense of comfort, solace from his touch. he made his way to you and sat next to you, gently putting a hand on your shoulder. "hey..breathe, you're okay." he whispered reassuring words into your ear. you weren't having a full blown panic attack like you usually would, but this was still bad. you felt the feeling slowly ease out of your body, you felt like you could breathe again. "thats it..doing so good.." he whispered into your ear, stroking your arm. his words went straight to your core, something about the tone or the resonance of his voice in that moment did something to you, you felt your inner thighs become drenched, your heat beginning to ache.

"i'm so sorry, yeah? i didn't mean to make you cry tonight, or that night last year, i liked her, a lot. she never spoke to me or even looked at me, i just wanted her. i was right there but she was busy doing other things, she was everything to me, her smile, her teeth when she smiled, her hair..that haircut, the way it shaped her face..i..i was in love, okay? and i couldn't have her." he rambled out. the things he had described were some kind of literary illusion. this "girl" he was describing was nothing like the girl he so called wanted. this "girl" he was describing didn't resemble her at all actually. this "girl" was you.

all along, he wanted you. you never wanted him back, but you wanted him now. was it too late? did you miss your chance? did he still have feelings for you? why did he ignore you for a year? your thoughts rushed through your brain scatteredly as you tried to form a single word. he tilted your face towards his, seeing that panicked expression written on your face. he wiped the tears that stained your cheeks, trying to make it up to you. you gazed up into his eyes, noticing the different shades of blue and slight haze of grey in them. you noticed the tiny freckles on his face, so slight you could only see them under the moonlight, you noticed the way his curls fell over his forehead so perfectly as if sculpted in God's vision precisely. he was so perfect. you held eye contact for a few seconds, you wished you could, taste him, savor him. you batted your eyelashes at him, and that was all it took to drive him insane; your eyes. the specks of color in them were so beautiful.

he noticed the pleading look in your eyes, as if you were begging for him to do it. it did him in. the last bit of his conscience telling him to stop fell away, and all that was left was his urge to kiss you. he got a bit closer, his hands still resting on your face as he inched his face closer to yours. he tilted your jaw and pressed his swollen lips into yours. your eyes fluttered shut, giving into his touch. the kiss lasted for what felt like hours. he prodded his tongue against you, silently begging you to let him kiss you deeper, his hands finding their way to your jaw, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue massaging yours. you felt yourself gravitating back toward the grass, him laying you down gently. his hand cupped the back of your head before you hit the ground.

it felt like sweet relief, pain and pleasure coursing through your body. you felt like you were on fire from how desperate you were for him in that moment. he hovered over you, gently kissing you. you tugged his jersey, pulling him further into you. your nails scratched down his back, almost hard enough to draw blood, drawing a guttural moan from him. he looked down at you desperately, your eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips

"i want this"

you whispered softly, finally vocalizing your wants. a new experience to you, yet it felt perfect with him. he looked down at you for reassurance. "yeah? you want this, pretty?" he cooed softly, your pussy ached. you gave a weak nod for him, giving him permission to touch you. "i want this, please." he sucked and nipped at your neck, pressing against you more, his touch gentle but eager. you writhed underneath him, the sensations throughout your nerves becoming unbearable. "matt..do you want this?" he paused briefly, staring at your face. "yeah pretty, i want this, i want you." his lips latched onto yours, trailing hot open mouthed kisses along your neck. his hips subconsciously rolled against yours rhythmically.

you felt his now hard cock pressing against your thigh, causing you to moan softly. you couldn't describe how badly you wanted him, he wanted you just as much, he was just hesitant to take you right then and there, in the middle of a garden. he wanted it to be special, but his need was overlapping his thoughts. he kissed you once more before pulling away. "need to feel you, fuck- pretty..please?" the boy begged, you nearly salivated at the sight. you gave a quick nod to which he quickly took his shirt off, hooking his fingers under the loops in your jeans, tugging them down. you quickly pulled your shirt off as well. he slowly stripped you of your clothes, leaving yourself in nothing but underwear. he groaned at the image, tugging his own pants down, his hard dick slapping against his stomach. it wasn't huge, but it was definitely big. his cock twitched in his hand as he pumped it a few times, pre-cum leaking furiously from the reddened tip.

you watched him in pleasure as he slowly approached you, lifting your hips a little. "lift your hips f'me" he mumbled, holding you in place. he pulled your panties down slowly and teasingly, you winced as the cold air hit your pussy. he rubbed his tip up and down your folds, admiring you. "such a pretty girl, hm? all f'me.." you crumbled, whimpering pathetically. a small smirk tugged on his lips as he eased into you, stretching your walls out. you groaned at the burn, it was uncomfortable but felt so good. he pulled out halfway before gently thrusting his hips into you again, letting you adjust a little. "fuck, angel youre so tight..have you never been fucked before?" he mewled, feeling you clench around him. you shaked your head weakly, pulling a desperate moan from him. he gradually picked up his pace, his cock going deeper with each thrust.

your pain faded into pleasure, small gasps leaving your swollen lips, he watched your tits bounce with each thrust, finding it incredibly endearing. he leaned his lips down to your nipple, sucking at the flesh gently. you laced your fingers through his loose locks, tugging the curls. he loved it, moaning against your breast. a string of saliva left his lips as he pulled his face up to look at you, your fucked out expression causing his cock to twitch harder. he buried his nose into your neck, speeding up more. the sound of skin slapping echoed through the halls, he panted softly. "shit, angel..'m so close..gonna cum, can i cum inside you, baby?" he whispered into your ear, how could you deny him when he begged so sweetly? you nodded, threading your fingers in his hair, the knot in your stomach beginning to unwind.

his thrusts grew sloppy, his cock twitching desperately. your walls enveloped him deeper and deeper. you gripped his shoulders, a pathetic whimper fell from his lips as his orgasm washed over him like a wave. cum spurted from his tip, painting your insides. your orgasm soon washed over you as well, both your liquids mixing at some point in the process. he slowly and carefully pulled out, looking down at you nervously. "was that okay? did i do good?" your jaw almost fell open, how could he ask that? "matt..that was fucking amazing" you mumbled softly, drawing a smile from his lips. he giggled softly, collapsing on you. he was like a whole new person, you barely recognized him. "yeah? i did good?" he giggled. you smiled sleepily. "mhm, so good."

he planted a gentle kiss to your lips, brushing a strand of messy hair out of your face. "pretty" he whispered admiringly. "can i take you home?" you nodded a little. you couldn't believe your life. you just had sex with the guy who you thought hated you for nearly two years, then again, how could you expect to be anything when you don't try to be anything?

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