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➤ 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 / 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴

⤷ “a friend of a friend.”

⤷ “so pretty.”

➤ 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 ⟡

⋆˚࿔ 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 ! ꩜

sticking out your tongue for the picture

you're so pretty,

you're so popular - SUICIDAL-IDOL

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hey ma, ur sexy

hey baby, ur so beautiful, and smart, and sexy, and talented, and amazing, and everything good

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lemme eat that ass 😛

say LESS 😛

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Ahhhhhh She's BAAAAAAACK!!!! I missed you SM girllllllll!!!! 😚😚😚😚

HIII, i missed you too AHHHHH <33

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seeing you on the tl made my day btw

ilysm dude i’m gonna kiss tf outta you, seeing your notifications always makes my day btw

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mal’s active. the tl just got a lot sexier 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

let’s kiss rn

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hi cutie fartootie you’ve been my friend crush for a while now c-c-c-could we be moots >w< ( i act normal i swear 🥹)

we can totally be moots, you sweet soul!

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I wish I had more vampire chrisssuhhh 🧐

i will try to write for him soon actually because my bsf gave me an idea of what to write for vampire!chris. :p

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a friend of a friend

ᯓ★ 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⸝ ⸝ 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩

⤷ ⋆ strangers to something ⋆ drinking ⋆ smoking ⋆ implications of drug abuse ⋆ tension ⋆ making out ⋆ slight dirty talk ⋆ fingering ⋆

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𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦!

you’d known your friend forever. the kind of friendship that just stuck—weekends blending into each other, the same group, the same routines. cheap drinks, passing around a blunt, music too loud and conversations too messy. nothing out of control. just… normal.

and through all of that, there was always him.

matt.

you’d heard the name enough times that it should’ve meant something, but it never really did. just another guy your friend knew. lived a bit further out. different scene, maybe a little heavier, but nothing you cared enough to think about.

until that birthday.

he walked in like he already belonged there. tall, dressed like he didn’t try but somehow got it exactly right. dark layers, rings catching the light when he moved, and those eyes—blue, sharp, the kind that didn’t just look at people, but through them. you weren’t expecting it. the way you clicked. like something just… locked into place.

conversation came easy. like you’d skipped the awkward parts and landed straight into something familiar. his humor matched yours, his thoughts mirrored yours in ways that made your chest feel tight and weirdly exposed.

and the way he looked at you—you had to look away more than once just to breathe.

after that night, he didn’t disappear completely. messages here and there. late calls that stretched longer than they should’ve. little glimpses into him that made it worse somehow. because you couldn’t physically be with him to have those conversations. not really.

not until his birthday.

you and your friend made the trip out like it was nothing. like your heart wasn’t doing something stupid in your chest the whole way there. his place was louder. fuller. people you didn’t know, conversations you couldn’t follow, energy that felt just slightly off from what you were used to—but not in a bad way.

just… more.

you didn’t usually drink much. tonight, you did. not enough to lose yourself. just enough to quiet the noise in your head. people offered you things—stuff stronger, different—but you shook it off. stuck to what you knew. a drink in your hand, smoke in your lungs, trying to ground yourself in something familiar.

and then—you felt it.

that stare.

you didn’t even have to look to know it was him, but you did anyway. matt was across the room, leaning back like he had all the time in the world, eyes locked on you like you were the only thing worth paying attention to. it made your stomach flip. there was something in it, something heavy. something that made your skin feel too tight.

you’d barely talked to him since you got there. just a quick happy birthday, a short catch-up—but that look?

it said more than any conversation could. you tried to ignore it. you failed.

“you wanna get outta here for a sec?”

his voice was low when he finally got close enough, like it was just for you, and you nodded before you could think. of course you did.

outside, it was quieter. not silent, just softer. the music muffled behind walls, the air cooler, easier to breathe. he pulled out a blunt, lit it like it was routine, like the two of you had done this a hundred times before, and maybe it felt like you had. you sat close, closer than necessary. knees brushing, shoulders almost touching.

talking about everything and nothing at once.

you laughed more than you expected to. he listened more than most people ever did.

and his eyes—god.

you kept looking at them, you couldn’t help it. there was something in yours too. you knew it. something a little too honest, little too hungry.

he noticed. of course he did. that small smirk on his lips wasn’t teasing, wasn’t cocky, just aware.

like he was letting you have your moment. like he was deciding how long to let you pretend you were in control of it. you were mid-sentence, rambling about something pointless, something you didn’t even remember after matt just leanedleaned in.

slow, deliberate.

like he wanted you to see it coming, and you didn’t stop him. his lips met yours, and everything in your chest just collapsed in on itself. quiet. intense. like all that tension finally had somewhere to go. your hands found him without thinking, gripping his shirt, grounding yourself in something real as his other hand settled at your waist, pulling you just a little closer. the world blurred out. no music, no voices, no party.

just him. just this.

when you finally pulled back, it wasn’t far. your forehead nearly resting against his, your breath uneven, your thoughts worse. he didn’t say anything right away, just looked at you. soft, but not gentle.

“been lookin’ at me like that all night,” he murmured, voice low, almost amused.

you swallowed, trying to steady yourself.

“you started it.”

that made him huff out a quiet laugh, his thumb brushing absent-mindedly along your side.

“yeah,” he said, like he didn’t even want to deny it. “maybe i did.”

and the way he stayed close, like he wasn’t done with you yet, made it very clear that this night wasn’t going back to normal anytime soon.

“c’mere,” he mutters, softer this time.

it’s not really a question. you shift without thinking, letting him guide you back until you’re sitting between his legs, your back brushing his chest. it’s natural in a way that doesn’t make sense, like your body just fits there, like it was meant to. his arm slides around you, not tight, just enough to keep you close. grounded. you let your head tilt back for a second, resting against him, eyes fluttering shut as you try to steady yourself.

it doesn’t work.

because then his lips brush your neck.

light. testing.

and the reaction it pulls out of you is immediate—your breath catching, your fingers curling against your own thigh like you need something to hold onto.

he notices that too. of course he does.

“sensitive?” he murmurs, voice low against your skin.

you shake your head instinctively, even though it’s a lie. he hums softly, like he doesn’t believe you for a second. his hand drifts, slow and deliberate, not rushing anything. like he wants you to feel every second of it. every shift, every inch closer, every bit of anticipation building in your chest. it makes your thoughts messy. makes you restless. wet.

you shift slightly, almost without realizing it, needing his touch more than you’ve ever needed anything in your life, and he exhales a quiet breath against your neck. something between a laugh and a warning, because he knew. he’d caught up to it a while ago. those stares, your thighs pressing together whenever he’d looked into your eyes for too long when you were smoking that blunt together.

“you’re impatient,” he whispered.

you swallow, trying to find something to say back, something that sounds like you still have control over yourself.

“you’re slow.”

that earns you a soft chuckle, low and warm, his lips brushing just under your ear as his hand slowly slides past your waistband, your legs spreading slightly, propped up on your feet in between his legs.

“not slow,” he murmurs. “just enjoying it.”

your heart stutters, because you can feel that he is. feel what’s poking your lower back, feel the way he takes his time, the way his touch isn’t rushed or careless, it’s intentional. like he’s learning you, piece by piece, reaction by reaction.

you don’t think you’ve ever been this aware of yourself before, or of someone else. your hand finds his wrist when his fingers finally dip down lower to slide feel how he’s been making you feel this entire time, not to stop him, just to hold onto something, grounding yourself as your breathing starts to slip out of rhythm when you feel two cold fingers tease you, before finally entering you. curling up.

“matt—” you start, but it comes out weaker than you meant it to.

he hums in response. fingers moving slowly, skillfully, like he wants you to keep going. but you don’t. you can’t.

because your head is spinning, your body reacting in ways you’re not used to, tension coiling tighter and tighter with nowhere to go. but that doesn’t stop him. he knows you don’t just want it, you need it. he knows what he’s doing to you, knows your mind has been working overtime on this exact scenario for months. his fingers speed up the pace, small whimpers sneaking past your lips, no matter how hard you’re trying to hold them back. he just enjoys it. you can feel the smirk on your neck when he hums.

his other hand comes up briefly, brushing your hair back from your face, fingers grazing your cheek in a way that feels almost too soft compared to everything else. he feels how you hold back, how you’re trying to keep whatever you’ve been feeling inside, not wanting it to make you look like some desperate fool, but deep down, he was just as desperate for you.

“relax,” he murmurs. “i’ve got you.”

and that, that’s what breaks whatever fragile control you had left, because you believe him. it’s easy to, because he knows just what you need. what to do to make you feel good.

you let yourself lean back into him fully this time, trusting the way he steadies you, the way he keeps you close without overwhelming you, even as his fingers work faster, thumb finding your sensitive clit. and even as you feel your orgasm building up. faster than wanted, but exactly as expected. you knew you weren’t gonna last long when he’d make a mess of you without even touching you before.

your fingers tighten around his wrist, your head tilting slightly to the side as his lips find your neck again, slower now, more deliberate.

“you okay, pretty?” he asks quietly, right against your skin.

you nod, breath uneven.

“yeah… yeah, i—” you swallow. “please don’t stop.”

there’s a pause, just a second. like he’s taking that in. and then you feel that faint smirk against your neck again.

“wasn’t planning on it.”

and the way he says it. low, certain, just a little teasing, sends a shiver straight through you as he doubles his efforts. fast, but still steady and controlled. your eyes squeeze shut, walls clenching around his two digits, your hand slapping over your mouth because you know you can’t stay quiet with the way he works you so fucking good.

“that’s it, god, you’re so beautiful…” he whispers, holding and fingering you trough your orgasm. likely the best one you’d ever had from just someone’s fingers.

people were already looking for you. your friend not sure where you’d gone, worried cause you didn’t know your way around, and others wanting to talk to the host who had his fingers inside your messy pussy. for all matt cared, they could fucking wait. his priority was to make you feel better than anyone ever had, and to make sure you knew how bad he wanted this too.

a/n: not proof read, slightly rushed, but gawd damn lemme tell u what gave me this idea was phenomenal and real. (plotting.) anyhow, i miss tumblr.

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sooo i’ve been watching yellowjackets and im quite literally obsessed with it.. lowkey thought of making a AU about it but idk..

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your theme is as sexy as always, i love coming to your blog to stare at your theme (esp. the header 😛)

you’re as sexy as always too, how about you come to my house n stare at me 😛 (sorry i saw the opportunity)

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gogo gaga

lemme suck on yo tiddies

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finding ur page’s been the highlight of my day🙏🙏

so what if i kissed you now.

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did i send an ask or am i hallucinating

a while ago i think…i forget tumblr exists nowadays im sorry 😔

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ilysm mama

ily2 whoever you are <3

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how on EARTH do you explain to your teacher that the homework i’m supposed to hand in tomorrow got devoured by a dog. it ain’t even my dog. i thought ts only happens in movies. IT AINT EVEN MY DOG.

(i will write after exams trust i have shi in my drafts.)

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When’s the malsmind comeback because I miss you

icl, life’s been fuckin me from the back lately & i start uni soon. i don’t rlly have the creativity to write a lot lately and im rarely active anywhere. i do wanna write its just ughhh, im sorry. :(

i will try to write more often tho, no promises.