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auteurdelabre · 5 months

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Daddy Morales pt 2. - Frankie Morales x f!reader

Daddy Morales pt 2

Rating: 18+

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader (in her mid 20's)

Tags: subby!Frankie, daddy kink, dirty talk, infidelity, phone sex but not, Frankie comes for you.

A/n: Happy Frankie Friday!

More Frankie x babysitter smut because I'm depraved and I had this dream and it had to be written out.

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Frankie is leaning back against your torso, his legs spread wide. His hard cock is slick and his hand strokes quickly up and down up along it as he moans.

"I gotta go soon," Frankie murmurs, hips jolting up as his wrists twists. "Carmen's gonna wonder what's taking me so long."

"I know, I know," you whisper against his neck, your words huffed over the sensitive skin there. "Just wanna watch you come one more time."

Fuck. Frankie's cock twitches violently when he feels your whispered breath huffing against his bare skin. It reminds him of when your head was in his lap last time.

The last time when he told himself it would never happen again.

"We gotta stop this," Frankie says even as his cock throbs in his grip. Even as he thumbs over the slit of his cock to spread his precome along the head. Even as he groans and continues fucking his hand just so you can watch him come undone.

"Why?" you say softly from behind him, voice vibrating against his back.

"I said I wouldn't touch you again."

"But you're not touching me," you insist. "I'm just watching."

This had been your idea. A last minute suggestion when Frankie drove you home tonight after babysitting. When he parked his truck and looked at you with sorrowful eyes apologizing over and over for last time. That he was disgusted with himself. That he was so sorry he put you in the position.

"I'll be put in any position you want, Mister Morales," you told him with sincerity. "If your wife won't fuck you, I will."

Frankie had been blown away by that. Never expecting it from you. But then again after last time maybe he should have expected it. You'd smiled when you saw his cock start to bulge in his jeans.

"I'm married," Frankie managed to choke out when you reached out to touch him. "I can't touch you."

You'd looked contemplative, eyes scanning the horizon before you smiled and told him you had an idea.

Now an hour later you're seated on your bed fully clothed. Frankie sits between your parted thighs, but he's completely naked. Only his hat remains at your instance.

His body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his own previous releases. It glistens there in the low lamplight of the evening, enticing you as you watch his broad hand moving languidly up his shaft.

He's come twice already and you want one more before he goes. You need to see it again.

"Faster," you whine, nipples tight under your shirt. "Faster please."

"Wish this was your mouth," Frankie says between gritted teeth. "Sucked me so fucking good last time."

You groan behind him, feeling your cunt tightening at his words.

"I'll do it again," you murmur, hands sliding around his middle, fingers slowly dragging along his bare inner thighs. "You just have to ask."

"I-i cant," Frankie huffs exasperatedly, dropping his cock. It's so hard it throbs, but he can't get focused enough to enjoy it.

"You can," you insist, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. He smells good, like body spray and motor oil. A scent that drives you crazy.

"Even if I wanted to, I just know Carmen is gonna call asking where I am and- "

"Call her," you suggest, fingers tugging at the curls peeking out from under his cap. "Tell her you stopped by your friend's place for a drink and that you'll be home in a bit. Then we can relax and you can keep going for me."

In Frankie's lust-clouded vision this

Plan seems feasible. He grabs his cell from beside him on the bed and calls, his body still tilted comfortably against you.

Carmen picks up immediately, already short tempered. "Frankie where are you?"

"I'm sorry carino I got distracted," Frankie soothes, closing his eyes as he blocks out the sight of his naked cock erect before him. It blocks out your bedroom. It blocks out your bare feet with their scarlet polish atop your floral duvet.

"You're always getting distracted, Frankie," Carmen hisses. "When are you going to grow up?"

Frankie feels his neck pinking in humiliation at being talked to like this. Knowing you can hear every word. His cock softens as Carmen yells down the phone at him.

"What is it this time, huh? Pool? Darts?"

"Just drinks at Will's -" Frankie mumbles.

"Of course," Carmen snaps humorlessly. "Must be so nice to go have drinks with your friends during the week. If I had a dime for every time..."

Frankie is about to interrupt her tirade when he feels your hand snake around his middle, gently smoothing along his inner thigh, tracing small circles there. He watches this, tensing.

"Relax," you coo ever so gently in his ear.

Carmen is still screaming at him over the phone but all he can concentrate on is the way your soft palm is sliding from his thigh to cup his balls, hefting them. As you do this his limp cock begins to swell.

Frankie feels his breathing begin to accelerate as your hand slides up and over his growing length before starting to stroke.

He tries to listen to Carmen, tries to will his cock to obey for once. But then your lips brush his ear, low and seductive. It's so quiet only he can hear it.

"Need to watch you come, Daddy."

Frankie feels those words trickle through his entire body, holding in a groan as your tongue comes to trail lazily along his earlobe.

His cock, already stiffening jerks to attention almost painfully. He cranes his neck to look at you, to catch your eyes. He holds in a lusty groan when he sees they're nearly black with desire.

It makes his hand reach around to swallow yours. You give a little huff of delight as Frankie starts jerking himself off with your soft palm, showing you what he likes. Squeezing the head, sliding tight down to the base. His eyelids flutter at how sinfully good it is.

"Is this okay?"

"Frankie are you even listening to me?"

"Yes," Frankie replies, an answer to you both as he thrusts himself into your dual grips. He swallows a moan at the feeling of your hand, so pliable around him. So wrong. So good. He slowly releases you, trusting you to continue the pace he has set.

"I want you home now."

"O-"

"Nuh uh," you whisper against his ear, voice husky as you tug his cock with one hand, your other going to tease his sack. "Tell her it'll be at least another hour."

You can feel his hesitation, the way he bobs his neck as he swallows. He's trying not to pant into the phone. He presses the mute button, buying time.

"Frankie?"

"We said no touching babygirl," Frankie whimpers, eyelids heavy as he cranes his neck to look at you.

"I'm sorry," you say in a voice that tells him you're anything but. "But doesn't it feel good?"

"Of course it does," Frankie groans, his hand flying to your ankle and squeezing. "But we shouldn't ... I shouldn't- fuck fuck."

Frankie grunts, his hips thrusting off the bed as you circle the head of his glossy cock.

He feels helpless to stop. Knows it's wrong and that fucking up into the hand of his babysitter with his mouth hanging open with inhuman noises escaping him is sick. But he can't fucking help himself. His head tilts back on your shoulder.

"Fuck that feels so good," he whines softly as he squirms into your palm. 'You're making Daddy feel so good, babygirl."

You smile proudly against his temple. You like turning Frankie into a drooling mess like this. All whiny and desperate to come for you. You could watch this all night.

"Frankie? You there?"

"Just stay," you whisper sweetly, your fist moving over the head of his swollen cock lazily. "Wanna make you feel good all night."

"My wife-"

"Doesn't make you feel good like I do. Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

He tries to think clearly, tries to fight the urge to just spin around and fuck you there into the mattress. Instead he grips both of your calves for purchase, fucking up into your grip.

"I should go home," Frankie moans, rutting helplessly into your hand. "I gotta go."

"No you don't," you urge. "Just stay here with me and I'll make you come over and over."

You sound so in control even when you're begging him like this. Trying to seduce him into staying just like this so you can spend hours playing with his cock. Frankie feels goosebumps break out all over his skin at the thought of being used by you for hours.

"Yeah?" Frankie's eyes are swiveling over his shoulder to meet yours as he grunts. "You gonna make Daddy come for you?"

"Frankie!"

Carmen's voice snaps him back to reality. He presses the unmute button on his phone.

"Sorry querida. Dropped the phone. I've had a few to drink so I -I- I don't think I should drive for a bit."

He stumbles over that last bit as your strokes start to become more rapid. He can only watch helplessly as his cock twitches in your grip, his wife's voice in his ear.

"Jesus Christ Frankie," Carmen snaps disgustedly. He knows she's at home right now rolling her eyes, hand on her hip. "Are you fucking serious?"

Frankie feels his eyes rolling back, your hand so fucking tight and slick around his cock.

"Getting close?"

"Yeah baby," Frankie whimpers before he can stop himself.

"Don't yeah baby me," Carmen snipes. "As far as I'm concerned you can stay at Will's all night."

Frankie feels his balls tighten when you're hand flies over the head again and he quickly puts the phone back to mute his end.

"All night?" You purr in his ear. "We could do this all night, Daddy."

Frankie is panting now, watching as your hand is almost a blur as you jerk him off. He spreads his thighs wide so you can see how rigid his cock is. How it's so strained it's almost purple at the tip.

"Such a pretty cock," you murmur as he fucks into your hand. His biceps are around your legs for purchase as he cants his hips forward.

"You like it?" Frankie moans as he thrusts. "You like how hard Daddy is for you? You like how big and thick his cock is?"

"Yes Daddy," you breathe in his ear, impossibly turned on. When Frankie starts babbling you can't help but get turned on yourself.

"Tell me how much you like it," Frankie begs. "I need to hear it, babygirl."

"I want it in my mouth again, Daddy. Wanna suck it like last time. Felt so good on my tongue."

Frankie whimpers, his eyes transfixed on his cock and the way your hand looks stroking it.

"Want you to come down my throat" you groan, hands shaking as you keep moving it along his length. "Wanna taste you again, Daddy."

Frankie's head pitches forward as his belly tightens. He's so fucking close.

"You liked fucking my mouth," you whisper. "You like coming for me Daddy, so do it."

"I will baby. I will."

"Frankie? Are you still there?"

Frankie is making sharp whines now, his cock throbbing in your hand.

"Come for me now, Daddy," you groan lewdly against his ear. "Your babygirl needs your come."

Frankie ends the call just as he lets out a ragged moan and his cock begins to pulse in your hand. Creamy spend erupts over your knuckles, his orgasm squeezed from him as you sigh contentedly while Frankie bucks and grips tightly to your legs.

"Fuck-"

"So pretty," you whimper before pressing a kiss to his temple. "You did so good, Daddy. And it sounds like we have all night so let's see how many more you can give me."

#frankie friday #frankie morales x you #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #francisco morales #pwp #pedro pascal smut #filthy smut

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prof-peach · 27 days

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have you ever been to paldea before? If so what was your favorite pokemon from there, and what do you feel about the tandemaus and smoliv line?

went on a vacation after getting back from quite an ordeal, did not a lot outside of sleeping, drinking, and rambling through the wilderness. It was a time to spend with my loved ones, not work for once. Wasnt there for any of the stuff the kids do either, no real battling outside of for fun, no gyms, none of that. I was simply there to unwind. Fav mon had to be Clodsire, those things are incredibly shaped, but Toedscool are also right up there.. weird things. Love it. Tandemaus is cute but i didnt really stop to investigate past what a tourist would when sight seeing. I brought a smoliv home, and have activley persued research into them, seeing as grass is the wheelhouse the island prides itself on. They are incredibly emotional little things, but overall have a resistance to a lot of local diseases and pests due to the nature of their body composition and internal oils. Fascinating things, i've been able to work on making fantastic bug repellents for vulnerable species thanks to them. Cant say i like their evolutions more than the OG little critters, but thats a personla prefrence, i like the small weird looking baby shaped things more, though thats not to say the evolutions arent majestic and fabulous in their own right.

#prof.peach #peach talks #pokemon

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popquizhot-shot · 5 months

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DESI SHENANIGANS WITH MIGGY#2

wehave kamal hassan cameo :D

"ispiderman ispiderman tu ne churaya mera dil ka chayn-"

"baby, WHAT?"

"SHARON SHARON-"

-humming songs and bopping your head while you cook together, only for you to stop and scream when he adds curry leaves to hot oil to make dal

-literally you bolt and wait till that part of cooking is done

-mig would like fried karela i said what i said(i hate it sm) olive theory 2.0 fr

-pls i want to watch jodhaa akbar with him and blush during the sword scene and the IN LAMHON KE DAAMAN MEIN

-and bffr jab we met is his jam. he'd love it its his comfort move

-loves the stronger bite of thums up, will drink it if its there, much to your chagrin

-u give him a sip of filter coffee that your paati taught you to make and hes a goner

-KAMAL HASSAN AVVAI SHANMUGI(bollywood folks its chachi 620) he'd get emotional watching the reunion parts

-him helping you put your jewellery on when you get ready, you pinning his sherwani pin properly like a desi version of a bowtie

-PAYALS HIM PUTTING ON YOUR ANKLETS FOR YOU AND KISSING YOUR ANKLES

-you dont dance much but during a sangeet? please. besides you're too gone to concentrate on how youre dancing youre in your zone and he loves it

-undoing your safety pins when yall get home, helping each other undress

-lmfao you get stuck trying to remove your blouse and he has to help you as you lowkey panic

-look, as desi girlies, we have the body hair and it can be an insecurity, esp if ur surrounded by family who call you unhygienic if you dont shave, even though you like shower and take care of yourself

-mig doesnt give a SHIT you think body hair, something natural bothers him? nah doesn't matter where the hair is, arms, legs, underarms,back, toes, fingers, stomach, BOOBS, ahem down there, its natural and its normal

-as long as ur comfy and clean, hes happy

-fuck the parlour didis who make us feel bad for being normal and if you feel sad he'll do everything in his power to reverse it.

-order ur favorite snacks, kiss you silly, make tea(that almost works)

-ur love is literally sirivennela incarnate

THE LYRICS HELLO?

SHE IS THE IMAGE OF ALL THAT IS BEAUTIFUL IN CREATION? PLEASE-

=he never knew gandhi was a grade A asshole until he met you

-you both bond over ur shared hatred of the british gov

-"jaan?"

"yeah?"

"can you steal the kohinoor?"

*sigh* "querida, for the tenth time, as much as i would LOVE to, no i cant"

:((((

-if hes pissed yk how to get him to laugh

"jaan, jaan, mig, mig;

"WHat."

after a few moments of silence, a lazy grin makes its way onto your face as you bend a little

*deep breathe*

"ISPIDERMAN ISPIDERMAN-

#ok so the sharon sharon part is from a jordindian video #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x desi!reader #atsv

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ughgoaway · 1 year

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i hate matty healy- chapter 1

content warnings; no direct smut but theres build up, swearing, drinking, creepy men and my first attempt at writing anything!! word count- 2500-ish

a/n: here we go again! here's chapter 1, this was my first time writing anything so keep that in mind whilst reading lol. I just hit 200 notes on the original like 2 days before tumblr deleted my account so thanks again tumblr!! I'll stop being bitter soon I promise...

next chapter

You hate Matthew Healy. Specifically, you hate his hands, which are currently desperately groping you wherever he can reach. His hips that you usually stare at on stage and roll your eyes at their gyration are pushed up against you, grinding, trying to get any friction between the two of you. You also hate his hair, the mop of unruly curly you have currently between tight fights gripping and forcing his lips to yours. That's another thing you hate. His lips. Even though they are furiously kissing yours, you try to reassure yourself you hate them. You absolutely categorically hate everything about Matty Healy, apart from the fact that you don't hate him. Not even a little bit. Not at all. But you don't know that yet.

This “hatred” began at a house party in Wilmslow. Your very sad, very grey, very English hometown. You were in some massive country house staring at a room of teenagers grinding against each other. Whilst they might all be technically adults, they certainly don't look like them whilst giggling and swaying their hips to some awful house music. Large paintings of deer and horses decorate the wall as well as an oil portrait of the family that owns the house hanging over the fireplace that is currently filled with empty bottles of liquor. An interesting interior design choice you thought. The bass of some EDM tune is vibrating through you making you more uncomfortable than you already are surrounded by drunk people from school. You thought the guys you interacted with on a daily basis couldn't get any worse, and then you interacted with them once they had a bottle of vodka in them.

Right now you were cornered by Josh Brown by the entryway and desperately trying to escape the presence of the, frankly, concerningly sweaty boy. In your head you vowed to never be a good sister again, the only reason you were at this scummy party in the first place is to support your brother Ross. Ross had formed a band a few years ago, from what you've heard they're alright but you had made a promise to yourself to never meet them or see them perform live.

You didn't want to meet anyone who had any desire to form a band as generally, they are the worst kind of people. Always somehow insecure and full of ego at the same time. As for not seeing them live, there were many reasons but mainly because you knew how girls react to a guy in a band and the last way you wanted to spend your Saturdays was seeing fit girls fawn over your brother. It was bad enough hearing “Oh my god you're Ross’ sister? No way! Can you introduce me?!” every day at secondary school and you just knew it would be worse now that he's 19 years old, in a band and is sporting an impressive beard (not that you would ever tell him that.) But Ross has insisted that you come to this show, apparently, they've finally perfected some new songs and you just needed to hear them, so you broke your rule. “Never again,” you thought whilst Josh somehow got closer.

Suddenly you heard “Josh bugger off mate cant you see she's physically moving away from you? Take the hint and move on” It was not a voice you recognised but a nice one nonetheless. Josh turned around suddenly and accidentally gave you a quick flash of your saviour before the stupid oaf blocked your view again. All you saw was a head of crazy curls and a leather jacket. “how cliché” you thought- coming to a house party in a cool leather jacket and saving a damsel in distress. Not that you were a damsel, you were however in distress but, to be fair, so is everyone within 10 feet of Josh due to the impressive odour he gave off. “Oh shove off Healy, you don't know what you're talking about. Does he love?” you vaguely recognise the name Josh angrily spits off but can't place it.

your brain was ticking and you were soon lost in your thoughts you hadn't realised that had Josh turned around and directed the last part of his statement at you. Once you realised he was actually talking to you, you glanced into his eyes and saw he was clearly hoping you were going to try and be polite and lie. You don't lie. As quickly as you can you respond with, “Oh no he definitely does, please don't come near me again. Or near anyone frankly. You are 19 years old, how have you not grown the fuck up enough to know when a girl wants absolutely nothing to do with you?” expecting a violent response you tighten your fists to prepare yourself to punch this asshole in the face. Ross had taught you how to throw a punch properly when you were 13 and had discovered that men suck. But, much to your surprise all he does is scoff and scuttle away standing slightly less tall than when he first came to speak to you.

Once Josh is finally out of view you turn to face the guy who managed to get him to leave you alone. You are faced with someone you were certainly not expecting. From bottom to top you scanned him taking in his outfit and then his face. He had black doc martens on his feet but had missed a few holes when lacing them up leaving them looking slightly askew. Black skinny jeans adorned his legs followed by a baggy white t-shirt with the Chanel logo on it. You made the assumption that it was in fact not real Chanel. Covering the shirt slightly was the aforementioned black leather jacket. Clearly vintage and too big for him but he pulled it off anyway. Lastly, you looked at his face. Chestnut brown eyes stared back in yours and he had a lazy smirk on his face.

“No need to thank me love” he began to say “No one should have to be in the presence of that dickhead for any longer than absolutely necessary” he had a remarkably average voice by any definition but you picked up on the slight scratchiness of it, you guessed he was a smoker. “Thanks for your help but I really would have been fine, I can deal with people like Josh,” you said back trying to keep any nervousness out of your voice as you don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he helped you. You were petty like that. “Alright well since you're so fine on your own I guess I won't ask if you want a drink” he said cheekily whilst leaning on the wall behind you getting a little bit closer. This made you snort and take a deeper look at the man. You guess you could say he was attractive. Actually, the longer you looked you decided he definitely was attractive. Very attractive. Maybe you would enjoy this scummy party after all.

This illusion was soon shattered when you heard a familiar booming voice behind you say “Matty why are you anywhere near my little sister, you're gonna give her an STD from breathing too close.” You then felt an arm sling over your shoulders, after a second of shock you quickly connected the dots and realised it was Ross. Well maybe it was longer than a second of shock, you had drunk a fair amount of jack daniels at this point. Ross chuckled at your clearly tipsy state causing your whole body to shake due to the sheer size of your brother, at well over six feet he towered over you- even in the platform boots you were wearing. “Ah well Ross I was just doing my civilian duty by saving her from Josh Brown, he has somehow gotten sweatier since leaving school you'll be happy to know” the man you now know as Matty rebutted.

Suddenly a third voice deeper than the other two joined in, “Does your civilian duty require you to be standing that close and leaning in so far you could see down her top?” This comment made you spin and glare at the voice, it came from a man somehow even taller than your brother with a pile of dirty blonde hair on the top of his head that had been scraped into a bun. “Can we all stop perving on my baby sister, please? This is not the introduction I wanted” Ross then turned to look into your eyes “Y/n these are two of the boys from the band, the blonde giant is George but we all call him G- he plays the drums. The short-" Matty's voice cut in “Hey!-” he was cut off quickly by Ross who only reaffirmed what he said “Ahem” he glared at Matty as he fake cleared his voice “As I was saying the extremely short curly dickhead is matty, our “charismatic” front man” his voice dripped with sarcasm as he did air quotes with his hands around the word charismatic. “And our final member Hann, well technically Adam but no one calls him that, hasn't arrived yet” You completely missed that last sentence as you were only thinking about Matty, something that you didn't know would become a staple in your life.

You then start to really think about the situation, and it all becomes painfully clear. The random attractive stranger only helped because he knows Ross. Of course. You obviously cannot have a life separate from your older brother. Even the seemingly kind strangers who you're attracted to have to know him. Not even just know him, they have to be one of his best mates. Any thoughts you had of getting a quick shag tonight from the hot stranger dissipated quickly as you realised Matty was not just being nice and was in fact teasing you by talking to you. Just doing it knowing it would piss off Ross. Great. You love being the pawn in their immature games.

Then and there you decided you hate matty healy. This hatred stuck for all the years that followed. It stuck through them getting their first song on the radio. Getting their first album out. The first tour. The first award ceremony. Through it all you hated Matty Healy. Even 10 years later you still hated matty healy. Which circles your thoughts back to his hands on you. You considered maybe you didn't hate Matty like you thought. Maybe this whole time you have done nothing but desire him. But you push that thought far far away.

The day began with you being awoken by a clanging in the kitchen and you knew it was Matty. Everyone else tried to be respectful on the tour bus, and keep quiet. Especially if you had all been drinking the night before like you all had last night. So when you heard the kettle click off and the loud banging of mugs together you knew it was no one other than Matthew Healy. There wasn't anyone else on the bus, they left earlier in search of pancakes. So it was the perfect opportunity to berate him with no backlash from his friends, in a state of anger you rolled out of your bunk to go and do just that.

However, as you walked into the bus kitchen your angry words died in your mouth as you caught him standing there in nothing but a pair of low-hanging grey jogging bottoms trying to make a cup of tea. As he turned to face you, you snapped back to reality and you made your face as stoic as you could manage. He didn't need to see you gawk over him. He might be attractive but you knew he didn't need to hear it. If his ego got any bigger you think he would be a danger to society.

“What,” he said, staring at you with disdain in his eyes. Due to all your years of hating Matty, he hated you just as much. In the 10 years you have known him you've never laughed a joke, complimented him or given him any idea that you actually like him. In fact, you've done quite the opposite by constantly saying you hate him. This infuriated Matty to no end due to his incredible ego so he hated you too. Mutually assured destruction was the best way to describe your relationship. “Do you have to make the most amount of noise possible at all times Matthew?” you angrily said between clenched teeth. You saw his jaw tick with anger at the use of Matthew. You never called him Matty to his face, in your head you did but never to him. Anything you could do to make his life marginally worse you would do. Hence the heavy use of Matthew. Normally he would rebut with something equally snarky but something was different this morning, he was obviously at the end of his rope.

“Oh my god. I'm done. What the fuck is your issue with me?” he stated angrily in a raised voice. “Oh Matthew we don't have enough time to detail all my issues with me, you have a show tonight!” You snarkily replied. That wasn't good enough this morning. “No. Not today. I'm being serious y/n what did I do to you that means you have done nothing but despise me for the past decade?” you scoffed signifying to him that you weren't going to dignify him with a response. This angered him further and he started to walk closer to you, “are you seriously not going to respond?” he said, you opened your mouth trying to speak but he interrupted you throwing his hands up and saying “That's fine actually because we all know why you really “hate” me” he put air quotes around the word.

“Oh, really Matthew?” You said starting to stand taller and walking closer to him like he had to you earlier, “please enlighten me then why do I hate you? Share with the class.” you replied sarcastically. “You really want to know?” he replied in a scarily calm voice getting closer to you once again.

After one final step forward by you, you were face to face as you whispered angrily “Yes.”. You stared at each other for half a second before you both shot forward and crashed your lips together in a fit of fury. This isn't your typical first kiss. There was no gentle start and gradual deepening. No. it was hard, dirty and full of anger. He quickly started groping you which was easy because you had been sleeping in nothing but a long shirt and some skimpy sleep shorts. You groaned and grabbed his hair and his hips started to grind into you. Teeth clashed as you forced yourself as close to him as you could while he pushed you against the wall of the bus kitchen.

After you physically had to pull away for air all you did was stare at each other, after a few seconds all Matty said was “Bed?” and you quickly replied, “Bed.” You then both began to stumble into the hallway desperately grasping at each other and going to the large bedroom at the back of the bus with no thoughts other than of each other.

(note- this is a repost, tumblr deleted my old account so this is a new one! I'll add this note on each reposted chapter)

#matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfic #i hate matty healy series #i hate having to repost everything lol

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burnieblanders · 2 years

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The boys react to Mc turning into a cowgirl: fat, huge boobs that leak milk, lil horns, cow ears and tail, can only speak in moos, inspired by milqilin* on ao3 (idk if they have a tumblr...)

(This is my mc♡♡ i love her)

Basically they all love it tho♡ lmao

Lucy: tries to keep his composure but secretly loves it, as soon as he gets mc to himself (he invites her to his room of course) he drinks her sweet milk gently. He ties her up, wrists and ankles bound to the bedframe and fucks her slow...loves the jiggle of her curves. (To me he seems like the type whod fuck all night, switching between brutal merciless overstimulation to tender and sweet aftercare.)

Mammon: cant contain how much he loves it, cant stop touching and hugging mc, plows her as soon as theyre alone together. He tastes her milk but find he doesnt love it as much as he loves to just squeeze her nipples and hear her whine. (To me he seems like the type to go like 4 rounds back to back, defs a cuddler after sex)

Levi: omg its just like a hentai...so he goes hentai mode and ambushes her while theyre hanging out, (doin that classic trap ur love interest against the wall) tho hes visibly flustered and stumbles a bit so mc throws him a bone and acts submissive for him, hes still not the best at being domineering though, hes too self depreciating, so mc just pins him down and rides him

Satan: like lucy he tries to keep his composure but loses it a lot faster, he invites mc to his room, saying they could look through a book on pregnancy and breast milk together. As theyre sitting next to eachother and looking through the book he starts to get distracted, theyre reading about breast feeding and he tells her he wants to try it...so naturally things escalate from there...it starts with him simply suckling her breast milk and ends with him pounding her into oblivion, smacking her ass, pulling her tail, pinching and pulling her nipples, calling her a slutty cow and just generally bullying her♡.♡

Asmo: he lures her in with promises of a massage and a bath with rose petals and scented oils along with candles and incense to set a romantic mood. He rubs down her whole body and relishes in her softness....They do it in the bathtub and splash water all over the floor lol. After they get out of the tub they do it again in bed, then standing up, then back on the bed 2 more times. He constantly compliments her beautiful body as he gives it to her slow, gives her tons of kisses and hickies. (What kind of avatar of lust would he be if he couldnt go multiple rounds?? Lol)

Beel: ambushes mc in her room, acting like a spoiled brat and demanding a taste, he gets on top, drinks her milk and relishes in it, sucking too hard and making her struggle against him sometimes, he takes the hint and tries to hold back so he wont hurt her. He continues to suck and play with her tits as he fucks her (to me he seems like the type whod go hard for a long time, leaving her completely exhausted from multiple overstimulated orgasms, i think he could do1 or 2 very long rounds before he needs a snack break)

Belphie: loves to hold her, lean on her, and cuddle with her when they nap together. Some nights as theyre cuddling he wakes up and while shes asleep he puts his dick between her thighs and ruts against her slow. She'll wake up wanting more so he gives it to her from behind while pulling her tail. Hes the type whod fall asleep inside her of course...

Dia: loves it unashamedly, invites mc to his room for tea and a chat. When theyre together hes straightforward in asking to taste her milk, as he does he gets excited and touches her. He asks if shes ok before he continues. They get naked, he eats her out and fingers her until she cums twice making sure shes proper wet and receptive. He then picks her up effortlessly and bounces her on his massive dick like a doll. (Another one that would fuck all night tbh, hed leave mc absolutely drained)

Barb: very intrigued by it, requests to try some of her milk in his tea, having heard breast milk is creamy and tasty. After trying it in tea he tries it plain, then he requests to try it from the source. Hes mesmerized by the warmth in his gut that he gets as he listens to her embarrassed moos, hes more proper than to just whip out his dick in front of the young miss, so he excuses himself and jacks off desperately thinking about how hed love to get a tit job from her before hed put it in her slick. How indecent!!

Simeon: admires her from a distance ;_;

Solomon: he wants to help in some way...so he gives her one of those lil milking machines so she can get rid of some of the excess, she gives the extras to him so he can drink it or cook with it >_>.....he makes her a potion that should help reduce milk production at least a little bit and indeed she stops leaking so much that all her shirts get soaked, shes very grateful to him for that. So how can she thank him? With some good old fashioned sloppy toppy of course....jeez i couldnt think of anything good for my fave character!! 😩

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kathegoose · 6 months

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HE CAN'T STOP DRINKING OIL!!!!!

CRUDE OIL!!!!!

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coldcrypt · 1 year

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I'm marco, 26yo cis guy from UK. I got into weight loss because I wanted motivation to stop drinking around april 2022, and ended up bingeing and purging on avg 3 times a week for abt 6 months. I relapsed back into daily drinking (litre+ of vodka a day) and detoxed in hospital at the start of the year, but have been finding it really difficult to stop and stay stopped, so I'm back here. I've nearly died so many times recently from drinking and I just keep gaining/getting more and more swelling &bloating. If any alcoholics/bulimics have advice for someone who cant stop shovelling it in to get a sustainable deficit, I'd appreciate it a lot. My goal is to be safe about it, but I'm open to anything that works.

I'm experimenting with different methods of weight loss, sometimes fasting, sometimes rezzing, but am very inconsistent. I binge v often. This is not so much an accountability blog, more like recording what I've learnt and just venting. My bmi starting around may20th was 22 ish, was 5th june 20, 4th oct 22.5,and now 20.5 jan27th. Have to get it back to 20, but goal would be 18 with low body fat %. My main goal is to stop drinking and get healthier (thinner).

To do list:

get compression sleeves for running

Things that worked:

going to meetings make it much easier to abstain and think abt other things than food -> much easier rezzing

being distracted by things unrelated to food

having good food options for rezzing prepped, like boiled eggs, or having a solid stock of staples like steak, yoghurt, fruit and veg

not buying food that I will binge on, if I buy it, even if its not for me, I will eat it and get fat

taking longer routes/walking instead of getting train (energy, weather and mood permitting)

peppermint tea

keep it in the day. One day at a time really works, it just takes practise to get into mentally

supporting blood sugar throughout the day, especially if going out/socialising/towards the end of the day (when alc cravings pick up). This is best done with small amounts of carbs following a rly high protein 1st meal

Things that I was doing before but that didn't work out well:

taking K supplements (just eat s. potato for carb allowance, is filling too and has loads of K, stops palpitations when intermittent fasting)

pho, miso or gochujang as soup bases. They are too salty and lead to painful sluggish bloat.

Oyster sauce is not worth the cals

Diet sodas. Caffeine dependence builds really quickly and teeth need help

olive oil for sautéing vegetables. Pointless cals. Fats can come from lean meats like beef steak, eggs and occasional avo as well as omega3 supplements

fasting. At 18 hours I feel like I'm goin mental and at 22+ the palpitations make it uncomfortable to move around or do anything at all

strength training (esp core) at home without equipment. Dont enjoy it at all, not motivated at all

watching hours and hours a day of ED documentaries, scrolling ED tumblr, and watching hours of foodtube every day. Obsession -> binges

hard avoiding carbs. Leads to massive brain rot and feeling morbid. Can't do anything. Inevitable binges, usually alcohol, or 4000 cal of food.

sushi is not really worth it. White sushi rice is too sugary. Its usually a carb craving in disguise, or something to get on the go and is expensive.

weighing every morning just lead to trying to use caffeine as lax and more chaos on energy levels, or obsessing and not being distracted.

Press ups make my joints click a lot. Planking is really boring and doesnt feel rewarding.

Using sex for stim instead of food and cooking

Curious about:

feta, olives and cherry tomatoes for satiety.

Broccoli and mushrooms (annoying to prep or dont taste nice when boiled)

chicken sausages for cheap lean protein (think they can be a binge trigger or lead to mental scarcity feelings but not sure if worth)

ways to make cottage cheese not taste shit (cocoa powder is not cutting it)

cardio > strength training maybe. Runner's high > nothing from strength training (that I ever felt anyway).

Finding a way to enjoy strength training

yoga and stretching for stim

skipping breakfast has really mixed vibes. Can feel completely awful, but can also make rezzing much easier. Can also lead to binges in the evening (because there's unspent cals in the budget). Probably best to stick to eating breakfast but keeping it high protein and not eating right away when waking up.

Experiment with meds timings.

minced turkey or discount fish for lean protein variety

ways to make eating salad not miserable, cos it does work rly well for getting a deficit. (Maybe herbs and lemon and chickpeas? Make in bulk? Quinoa? Binge risk)

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New plan from 4th Oct '23 can't be strict bc cant track exercise cals without a phone for looking at time spent walking and running so will need to do a gross-in instead of net- in quick basic (aspirational) plan:

1000 cal deficit/day for the next month -> 1500 gross in/day allowance

NO: baked beans, bone broth, oil, paté, pasta, alcohol, caffeine, quiche, cheese, instant snack food, pesto, chorizo, hummus, meal deal foods reason: too sugary or fatty for their worth in flavour. Cause binges every time when rezzing. Not filling enough. Caffeine leads to crashes and the pickmeup is usually food.

LESS: bread, onion, ketchup reason: can be useful carbs in a pinch, less likely to cause binges than above (because they are only accompanied with protein). Onion and ketchup help with mental scarcity and support good vibes

MORE: fruit, veg soup, sweet potato, tuna, s. noodles, fruit juice, avocado, egg, steak, quorn, butternut squash reason: sugar cravings need to be comboed with fibre addition, or fruit juice could be useful diluted for emergency alc cravings. Everything else is lean protein and should be frontloaded in the day. Sweet potato is there for potassium and low glycaemic index carbs. Avo and s. noodles are contentious bc of price and fat/nutritional value reasons

ALTERNATIVES TO EATING: gaming, reading, weighing, cleaning, brushing teeth, counting cals, weights, stretching, running, walking, meetings. mostly overeat because of boredom and to break monotony in free time or to stim. These are alternatives that work and also make rezzing easier in other ways.

#pinned

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