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longliveyamo · 10 months
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THAT WAS FAST. LET’S GO HOME
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cryley · 11 months
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So like, do you think Matty is regularly lurking in his tumblr tags?
I love him so much but also in a “don’t perceive me” way??
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icbmil · 8 months
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Matty & Ross July 21st 2023
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burkysmirky · 3 months
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OH MY GODDDDDDD
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lostandmost · 4 months
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i love...sport.
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yeah, i bet you do
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Matty Healy x Brittany Jackson.
2264 words.
credit to @controlmyfeet for sending me the meme (thats now deleted) that inspired this and credit to @wiintring who posted it.
“Why’re you ignoring me?” 
Britt’s been weird all day, quiet, sullen and totally fucking ignoring his entire existence. She’s making him feel so uncomfortable that he feels like he needs to apologise, even though he’s not entirely sure if he’s even done anything wrong. He mentally rolls back his mind through the day, trying to pinpoint his errors while she tries to brush by him in the kitchen. 
“I’m not.” She won’t even look up from her phone. 
“Yeah, you fuckin’ are.” 
She huffs, still looking at the screen in her hand and he’s over this. Snatching the device from her fingers, he holds it above his head so she can’t grab it back and looks at her pointedly. 
With a groan, she finally starts talking. “It’s nothing, just a stupid meme.” 
“Then why’re you all pissy?” 
“I’m not ‘pissy’” she bites with a glare, and he stops himself from rolling his eyes. 
“Show me then,” he passes the phone back to her and she reluctantly scrolls back to the post that ruined her day. 
When she shows him the screen again, it takes him a second to realise what he’s looking at. It’s a tweet that someone has reshared to Instagram on one of those girl boss, feminist pages Britt’s always lurking on. 
“You know that trick he does that you love? Remember that he learned it with another girl first.” 
The effect is almost instant as the words sink in. Flashes of Brittany’s naked body writhing with Michael and the 40-year-old finance guy and everyone else she’s ever gone out with burst in his mind. An endless film reel of her legs spread while some other guy makes her come undone, her lips open in a silent scream as someone else touches her and makes her feel good. 
Then memories appear of her with him, in his mother's house after her accident, when she rode him in the middle of the night, circling her hips in little figure eights that made his eyes roll into the back of his head that she’d never done before. Or that thing she does with her tongue, curling it around his cock when she’s sucking him off, that was new too, and now he thinks he’s going to be sick. He steps away from her, handing the phone back with fumbling hands and leaves the room. 
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He mostly forgets about the Instagram post in the next few days, but the thought does linger in the back of his mind, which is probably why, with his jeans around his ankles, and with her on her knees for him, he slips up. 
“God,” he moans, holding her hair with one hand and cradling her jaw in his other. “How’d you get so good at this?” 
It’s rhetorical, but he knows as soon as her jaw stills and her tongue goes pliant that he’s just started something that she’s going to finish. As she pulls off him, a single string of saliva forms between his cock and her lips, stretching in the empty space between them, he braces for impact. 
“Do you want a fucking laundry list of everyone I ever fucked? Jesus, Matty, what the fuck?” 
She’s wiping her mouth and he’s feeling a little exposed with her snapping at him when his dick is still a few inches from her face - she wouldn’t be this sensitive to that kind of comment if that fucking post hadn’t come across her feed. Gripping his cock in one hand, he strokes himself, the pressure making his lower stomach twist, and he attempts to fix the mess he’s made so they can get back to business. 
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he promises, reaching out a hand to her, holding her jaw and swiping a thumb over her swollen bottom lip. “I’m sorry.” 
She opens her lips, and the digit slips through, folding against her tongue as she hollows her cheeks. His head falls back against the couch when her hand replaces his own, stroking him firmly as she climbs into his lap, his thumb falling out of her mouth with a pop. 
He can feel how soaked her underwear is when his fingers slip under her denim skirt, pushing it up around her hips. Rubbing the drenched lace over her clit in slow circles, her back arches at the friction and a whine slips out of her when his other hand slides over her ass, pulling her closer until she’s rutting wetly against him. 
It feels dizzying as he pushes her shirt over her head while her hips are rolling, and his brain only becomes fuzzier when her tits are in front of him. Taking one in each hand, his thumbs pinch at her nipples and her mouth crashes over his, their teeth and tongues colliding as she tries to press herself impossibly close to him. 
“Feel good?” He gasps out after one particularly loud cry. 
“Yeah,” her breath hitches. “Who taught you that?” 
He stills, gripping her hips and meeting her fiery gaze. 
Fucking bitch. 
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 
She sets her jaw at the taunt, and sirens start to sound in his head, clearing away the lust and signalling an incoming attack before she pushes her underwear aside, lines him up and sinks down on him. He can’t do anything but wrap his arms around her waist and groan as her muscles contract around his cock. 
He’s barely holding on by the time she’s rocking up and down, her chest flushed, tits bouncing, and her skirt bunched around her hips. It’s hard to breathe, hard to think and her name is spilling from his lips repeatedly in desperate grunts as pleasure ripples through his whole body. Using her underwear as leverage, he slams her hips down until she keens out his name. 
Except he forgot Brittany Jackson plays to win and she plays dirty. 
“Oh my god,” she gasps. “Colson!” 
There’s a disgustingly spiteful smile on her face and he pulls her off his cock, forcing her to stand. He’s not sure what his own face looks like, but it can’t be anything good because when he stands too, she tries to take a step back. Grabbing the material around her waist, he hooks her back to him and snaps it to the floor with a flick of his wrist along with her underwear.  
The insides of her thighs are red, covered in her own slick and she looks up at him with wide eyes and her bottom lip between her teeth, nervously trying to read him, trying to anticipate his next move. He brushes her hair over her shoulder, exposing her collarbones and slinks his fingers around her neck, squeezing the sides gently with amusement. 
“You wanna try that again?” 
She doesn’t speak and he knows that she’s weighing up her options, to either continue being a complete brat, or to admit defeat. He’s going to fuck her until she can’t walk either way. Her pulse quickens under his touch, and he can feel it on his teeth as they graze over the soft skin. Moving a hand to the back of her head, he wraps his fingers around her hair and pulls roughly with an arched brow. 
“Hmm?” He prompts. 
Her lips are sealed shut in defiance, but her eyes are bright. She wants to push him? Fine, he can push right back. Sliding his other hand down her stomach, he parts her folds and rolls her clit between two fingers. Her knees buckle instantly, and he uses the hand gripping her hair to keep her upright. 
Every time he slides his fingers over her, he moves them millimetres closer to where she wants him most. Her hands grip his forearm as he moves, her desperation clear in the tremors running through her body and the unrelenting eye contact. 
“Please!” She begs when his fingers brush right over her. 
Sweat has built on her forehead, and it shimmers on her neck, a few strands of hair sticking to her skin, but he’s not done playing yet. 
“Please what?” He couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin from covering his face even if he tried. 
She groans in frustration, closing her eyes and trying to move his hand from hanging limply between them, back to touching her. 
“You’re being mean,” she pouts, grinding against his hand. 
“Yeah, baby. I’m real mean.” He laughs and she stands on her toes, stretching up to kiss him. 
He allows it for a moment, slipping his tongue against hers until she’s pressed all over him. Her hand slides between them, gripping him and using the cum that's been leaking from the tip to pump him until his eyes close. The fist in her hair slowly unclenches the more she strokes him, and she takes the opportunity to drop to her knees again. 
His eyes pop open and he grabs her arm, yanking her off the ground and throwing her on the couch. With a yelp, her back hits the cushions, hair flying everywhere, and he grabs her ankles, pulling them apart and settling between her thighs. She hooks her calves around his back and tries to pull him closer, but he doesn’t move. 
“You gonna play nice now?” 
She grabs at his shoulders to draw him near, and he snatches her hands in one of his own, holding them above her head. Her back arches, her nipples harden, and her hips roll in a hopeless attempt at getting him to give in to her. 
“I’m always nice,” she whimpers. 
He hums in disagreement, biting the underside of her breast until she’s crying out and there’s a red mark in the shape of his teeth left behind. His cock slides through her folds, coating himself in her wetness and prodding at her clit with no particular rhythm. He clamps a hand down on her hip to stop her from moving and trying to line herself up and her eyes are glazed over, so he knows she’s feeling insane with need. She whines petulantly again, trying to pull her hands from his grasp and huffing before he decides to finally give in. 
“Say my name,” he whispers huskily into her ear. Her eyes widen in surprise, like she couldn’t believe it was that simple. 
He drags himself over her clit again and as his name spills from her lips, he pushes roughly inside her with no warning. She screams, spreading herself so he’ll hit deeper, and he hooks one thigh over his elbow. Burying his face in her neck so she can’t see his eyes roll into the back of his head, his hips snap against hers in ruthless thrusts. Their bodies slap together noisily and he grunts every time he bottoms out. 
Brittany can’t stop saying his name, it's like an endless prayer on her lips and he’s a god. To be honest though, with the way she’s squeezing around him, trembling and desperate, he kind of feels like one. Letting go of her hands, he grips her hips, raising her from the couch and buries himself inside her. 
“Matty! Matty, Matty, Matty, Matty!” 
He swallows her screams when he swipes his thumb over her sensitive clit, picking up the pace of his hips until she’s bursting around him. He doesn’t stop when the tremors are over, sliding her slack body up and down on his cock until she’s crying again. 
“Baby,” she gasps. “Matty, I can’t-” 
“Yes, you can,” he bites. 
He knows her, knows how far he can push before it's too much and they’re nowhere near finished for the night yet. Pulling out just as quickly as he’d slammed in, he unwraps her legs from around his waist and flips her over until she’s on her stomach. She turns to look at him with dark eyes when he gets on his knees behind her, pulling at her hips so she was lined up with him again and resting on her elbows. 
Inching in slowly, Britt arches her back into a perfect curve with a muffled scream. He can feel sweat running down the back of his neck as he drives into her and gets spurred on when he sees her white knuckling the couch cushions. Grabbing another fistful of her hair, he pulls her head back and slants their mouths together. With one hand holding herself up, the other delicately caresses his jaw, which feels too sweet of a gesture considering he’s trying to fuck her until she can’t stand. 
He feels like a fucking romantic, simpy loser when after he’s looked into her eyes, his stomach tightens and his dick twitches before spilling inside her. Reaching between them with practiced ease and an expert pinch of his fingers, Britt grabs his hand and topples over the edge with him. White spots cover his vision, and his orgasm feels like it lasts forever as he pumps through it, snapping his hips into hers quickly with heavy breaths until there’s nothing left. 
Easing out of her slowly, they both groan. Holding her hips, he gently helps her lay down and he flops back against the couch cushions with a satisfied sigh. Britt’s eyes are closed as she finally comes down from her high, chest heaving and thighs twitching. Brushing the sweat off his forehead, he exhales a laugh and slaps her ass. She jolts before laughing quietly and rolls onto her back. Crawling up her body, he lays on top of her, plastering their sticky skin together. 
“Brat,” he mumbles with a smile, softly pressing their lips together. 
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automaticllamacycle · 9 months
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Hi lovely, I ADORE your coffee shop au Matty and can’t wait for the next part and I have a couple of concepts for it that I would love to see your take on!! So the first one is Matty being a boob guy in general lol. And the second one is Matty guiding you as you ride him for the first time because you’ve never done it before xoxox
Omg this concept really does give me brain rot, and I wasn’t planning on having riding be in part two so it works out perfect for a concept. I hope you enjoy this <3 I incorporated both! This is also absolutely filthy  (also this is my very first concept ily) this was way more words than i was expecting i got carried away with this concept.
Content: 18+, general filth, praise kink, unprotected sex
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You find yourself sitting on Matty’s lap in the middle of your bed. His mouth is on yours, tongue prodding at your lower lip. You let him in, licking into his mouth. Your hands are at the base of his neck, nails scratching at his scalp and tugging on the brown locks. He’s hard underneath you as his hand runs up your back under your t-shirt. Well, his t-shirt, really. The calluses on his fingers send a chill up your spine, your back arching into his touch. Skillfully, he unlatches your bra clasp before pulling your shirt over your head. He stares for a moment, a boyish grin on his face. His lips are red and bitten raw, eyes blown wide as he stares at your breasts.
Out of instinct, your hands go to cover your face. “Matty, can you not? You’re making me nervous.” He always has that effect on you. It felt like he could see straight through you, all the way to the bone. Like you couldn’t hide anything from him, even if you wanted to.
He moves slowly, taking your wrist into his hands, and kissing your palms before placing your hands at your sides. “Can’t help it, darling. Fucking love these tits. I’ll prove it to you.” His lips attach to the skin of your chest, sucking lightly. His other hand goes up to your other breast, completely engulfing it in his grasp, squeezing gently. Your head falls backwards as small gasps leave your mouth. Soon, his gentle lips are replaced by his teeth, tentatively grazing the soft skin, making you jolt. A deep chuckle leaves his throat at your reaction. He loves getting those reactions out of you.
Matty doesn’t let his mouth linger in the same place for long, moving to your other tit. This time paying special attention to your nipple. He takes the bud into his mouth, switching between using his tongue and teeth. “Fucking hell,” you gasp with your hands back in his hair. He is unrelenting, desperate to see your chest marked up. Tongue swirling around the bud before sucking.
When he finally detaches himself, he simply stares at his work while he holds your waist. Eyes carefully examining the red marks all over your chest. “There we go. That’s perfect,” he grins, looking up to meet your eyes. You flush under his gaze, cheeks tinged with pink. Your hands make their way under his shirt. His lower stomach is tense, breathing hard from your touch. Matty gets the message though, leaning forward to pull his shirt off before pulling your lips back to his mouth. He moves with fervor, mouth hot against you. He groans into your open mouth as you grind down onto him. It’s becoming too much for him, and you know it by the look on his face when he breaks the kiss, leaning against your forehead.
“You look so pretty on top of me like this.” His voice is shot, rough and deep as he talks. “I want you to ride me. You up for that?” You’ve been with him a few times now, but never on top. You worry you won’t do it right, that it won’t be good enough for him.
“I don’t know…” you trail off, unsure of yourself.
He’s quick to try and quiet your worries. “I’ll guide you every step of the way. You’ll do great, always so good for me,” he pauses briefly to kiss you. A simple sweet kiss to comfort you. “Is that okay?”
“Alright.” Both your clothes and his are taken off with haste, thrown to the bedroom floor. You sit on his lower stomach, waiting for his guidance. He decides to tease you first, though. “Can feel how wet you are for me, practically dripping.” Your breath hitches at his words, but you retaliate quicky, reaching behind you to stroke his cock. You know what he likes, moving your hand just right to get him moaning and gripping at your waist. “Fuck— love. I need to be inside you.” His hands on your hips lift you off his stomach while you line up his cock with your entrance, bracing yourself on your knees on either side of his waist. “Whenever you’re ready, go as slow as you need to, baby.”
A whine leaves your lips as sink down onto him. “Shit, Matty.” He’s just as affected, fingers digging into your waist as he curses. Bruises would be left in their wake for you to find tomorrow. A reminder of how his hands felt on your body for the next few days.  Of how eager and needy he was with every touch, never quite close enough to your skin.
When you finally bottom out, he’s deeper than he ever has been, filling you up in every way possible. He waits patiently as you adjust, taking the time to nip delicately at your neck. Rough hands soothing up and down your sides, making you melt into him. You look at him, he could tell you didn’t know what to do next. “Move when you want to. Whatever makes you feel good will make me feel good.” His hands push your hips forward, showing you what to do. “Move your hips like you’ve been doing all night.”
You start grinding, pushing him even deeper into you. The pleasure is instant as his cock presses into that spot inside, sending heat to your stomach. “Yeah, yeah. Just like that,” he encourages seeing the ecstasy on your face. His hands at your hips move along with you, signaling for you to go faster. Your confidence grows, and the speed of your hips increases, chasing that feeling slowly building inside of you.
If you didn’t think Matty could hold you tighter, you were wrong. Groans leave his lips continuously. His brown eyes go back and forth between your tits, the spot where you both connect, and your face. He’s not sure what he would rather stare at, burning the image of you into his mind.
You take him by surprise when you rise on your knees, before grinding back down onto him, starting a slow pace. “How’s that?” you ask, struggling to get the words out. Head already fuzzy. “Is this good?”
“Fuck—yes that’s good. Always so fucking good around my cock.” He’s lost in the feeling of you, cursing every time you pulse around him. Your hands grip his shoulders, aiding you as you speed up your thrusts. His hands stop guiding your movements, letting you fuck him all on your own.
The feeling you chase is getting closer. Heat builds up in your stomach and runs through your veins. The heat burns all the way to your fingertips, setting you ablaze. Every moan that leaves his mouth emboldens you, as your hips begin to bounce onto him, desperate for that high. “Look at you, taking me so well,” he begins babbling on, words barely coming to him. “Such a good girl for me. So fucking beautiful on my cock like this.” It was taking all of his strength not to come in you right there. Tits bouncing up and down right in front of his face, driving him crazy.
You cry out a choked sound, leaning into his neck and wrapping your arms around him. Your thrusts are growing sloppy, tired and exhausted. All you can do is beg. “Matty, please,” you plead in his ear. Your nails scratching down his back. He’ll have his own set of marks to remember you by for the next few days.
“Want my help, darling?” he asks with a groan. You nod vigorously in the crook of his neck.
“Please. Need to come so bad, please.” The sensations are becoming too much. His skin raw against you.
“Alright, baby,” Matty replies before his hips begin to pound into you at a brutal pace. He wastes no time to get you to your high. One of his hands leaves your waist, splaying across your lower stomach before pressing down, hard. You whimper into his neck at the pressure. “Feel that?” you nod again at his question, not trusting the strength of your own voice. You’re not sure you could find the words if you tried, completely drowning in the feeling of him. Everything else is hazy. All that exists right now is Matty.
You are right there, and Matty knows it by the way your pulse around him. He takes his thumb and moves it down to rub fast circles on your clit. Complete and totally pleasure shocks your system. “Matty, fuck—I’m about to come—”
“Look at me,” his voice interjects. You do as he says. Anything to please him. Barely fighting off the orgasm you’re rapidly approaching. His warm brown eyes bare into you, wide and overcome with adoration for you. Your body is perfect for him, reacting to his every touch. No one he’s ever had can compare. His thumb goes faster while his eyes remain locked to yours. “Go on, come all over me,” he pants, nearing his own completion.
You fall apart on his cock, losing yourself on his body. His movements split you apart yet put you back together again all in an instant. The pleasure overwhelms you. Your vision fades black as you melt into him, shockwaves pulsing through your muscles. His thrusts continue at a rapid pace as he reaches his climax. He lets out a loud groan as he spills inside of you, holding you tight to his body. He pants, gasping for air as he holds you, kissing your forehead gently while rubbing your back.
“Did so well for me,” he says, pulling you in for a kiss. You two lay like that for a while. You, on top of his chest, not ready to be apart from him again.
“I don’t wanna move. Too tired,” you say, head resting on him. He chuckles at your words. A huge smile on his face at the fact you’re all his.
“Gotta get you cleaned up and then we can go to bed, okay?”
“Only if you carry me to the bathroom. Don’t think I could walk if I tried anyway,” you mumble.
“Alright, sweetheart. I can do that.”
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64yrsold · 5 months
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“Do you like it?” I smirked, fingers finding the hem of my dress. I twisted the silky fabric until it wrinkled, watching his eyes roll over me.
“What do you think?” He grinned, dragging a thumb over his bottom lip. I blushed, waiting for his greedy eyes to meet mine. They stayed downcast, travelling along the edge of my thigh.
I fixed the thin strap over my shoulder, “Is it too much?”
“What’s too much?” His brows pulled together, a thoughtful crease adorning his forehead.
I sighed, gesturing vaguely.
He shook his head, confused.
“Like,” I groaned, covering my cleavage with my palm. He smirked, shadowing my hand with his. His touch felt new, his warmth brighter, the smell of smoke on his fingertips louder.
“Should I tell you to change?” He kissed my cheek, stilling my breath. “Is that what you want, baby?”
I just laughed quietly, feeling my heart throw itself against my ribs.
“You look pretty,” he murmured, finding a novel spot below my ear to kiss, “You look hot, very hot.” His voice was sultry smoke on my skin. Breathing it in made me feel numb, drunk and euphoric.
“Mhm,” I whispered, the sound catching in my throat and slipping into a moan.
“Should we stay home?” He smiled, letting his hand drag to the small of my back. He followed my spine, pressing my body to his. “I’d rather stay home.”
“I wanted to make you wait,” I settled my hands on his chest, pulling off his tie, “Watch you squirm through dinner.”
He gasped, “You’d do that to me?” He hummed, nosing my jawbone. He tutted against my neck.
“Maybe,” I squeaked, my confidence evaporating against his lips.
“You wouldn’t,” he murmured, biting sweetly at my jaw. “You’re less patient than me, darling.”
“That’s—“ I sighed as he pressed his lips to my neck, struggling to swallow with my heart in my throat. “That’s a lie.”
“Really?” He pulled away, grinning down at me. My heart ached at the curls collapsing down his forehead, which now brushed against his eyebrows. Maybe half an inch longer since the last time I’d seen him.
“I’m an expert at waiting,” I mumbled, feeling a bit too earnest. He picked up on the thickness of my voice, splaying his hand against the middle of my back and hooking his chin over my shoulder. He held me tightly, and I swayed with each wash of his breath. “I’m alright.”
“Sure,” he whispered, fingertips tracing the outlines of my shoulder blades.
“I just missed you,” I said, voice muffled with my face buried against his chest. “And I don’t want to go out.”
“Perfect,” he laughed, squeezing his arms around me before pulling back. “Because I have a surprise for you.”
“Do you?” I smiled, watching his eyes come alight at my excitement. He nodded, pursing his lips to hide a grin. I imagined I could wait a thousand winters to see the sun against that smile.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed, and threw me over his shoulder, his hand gripping my thigh. I shrieked as he carried me to the bedroom, keeping my eyes squeezed shut. “I’m putting you down, darling, don’t fall.”
My feet hit the hardwood floor, and I giggled stupidly as he steadied me.
“One second,” he shouted as I listened to his frantic footsteps. I was tempted to peek as I heard the sound of his lighter, but stayed still, my arms crossed in front of me. “Okay, open them.”
I opened my eyes to find our bedroom aglow, candles lining the room. I blinked, finding him outstretched on the bed, surrounded by rose petals. I covered my face with my hands, shaking as I muffled my laughter.
“You don’t like it?” He laughed, both of us spiralling into fits, spurred on by the other’s giggles.
“I love it, love it,” I gasped between laughs, “So, so, sexy.”
He hopped off the bed, wrapping his arms around my waist, “Just trying to remind you of all the good times we’ve had in here.”
“Oh, I didn’t forget,” I grinned, smothering my smile with my palm.
“Come on, baby. Take that dress off.”
“All it takes is a couple rose petals, you think?” I tilted my head to the side, watching him nod enthusiastically. He caught my wrist, sitting on the edge of the bed. He pulled me onto his lap, letting me push him flat against the sheets.
“Rose petals and me,” he tugged on the strap of my dress, “The thought of me inside you.”
Heat crawled up my neck, “Bold of you.”
“I just wanted to see you blush,” his face softened, “Beautiful, every inch of you. Let me see you, please.”
I rolled my eyes, blowing out the candles beside the bed. I reached for the zipper of my dress as he frowned.
“Not fair, baby. It’s too dark now,” he pouted, grabbing my hips.
“Too bad,” I shrugged, and unzipped the dress, pulling it over my head, “Should I put it back on?”
He grinned, flipping us over. His hand pressed into the mattress beside my head, and I dotted his wrist with kisses.
“No, thank you,” he whispered, pressing our lips together and finally bringing me home.
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oh-bonerline · 6 months
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Matty and Ross hugging at the beginning of last night’s show in Sacramento 🥲🥲 (source)
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think0fmehigh · 17 days
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hey guys this message has been on the cards for a while but i don’t think i am going to be writing anymore. i think i’ve been quite obviously struggling with stuff this year especially and tumblr is not a positive place for me anymore.
i never anticipated to continue writing fic after summer was over last year (i started my previous account in june) but i kept going even after i deactivated beenlovewithwithherforages out of stress. then all the stuff with you know who happened and since that first nasty interaction with her i’ve been constantly battling my own brain to keep writing. but if you followed me since the beginning you know i’ve always been on like the very edge of deactivation 🙃 writing is just not fun for me anymore—it is a chore. it has helped me feel better in the past and and i know it still can, but i can’t see myself continuing to put out content on this blog. i also am losing interest in the 1975 and i just don’t have the hyperfixation i need in order to write fic. i love this band and matty so much but i knew this would happen eventually, all this controversy and shit has exhausted me to no end lol.
i will keep this blog up and still talk to y’all and reblog stuff when i feel like it because i love my mutuals and still want to read their work, but the professor lore is gonna be my goodbye fic :/ rip to yfg and all the other shit i started and never finished.
thank you for supporting me and always being so kind. ily <3
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brutaliakhoa · 2 months
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(Page 67) My name is Meng. I’m the journalist for the weekly gossip zine on campus. My keen observational skills enable me to dig out secrets hidden in the deep recesses of our school. The gym, the broadcasting booth, the nurse’s office. Anyone who is having an affair behind closed doors will be found out, no matter if they’re a teacher or a student. (Resounding sounds of Meng slamming the posters onto walls and lockers) Of the individuals I investigate, the most revolting bunch are those wretched gay people. For no reason, it just makes me feel sick. I’m going to destroy all these sinful homosexuals.
(Page 72) Smellerbee: “Why do you always blame the things you don’t want to admit on other people?” Jet: “… What?” Smellerbee: “A lot of the times you’re unwilling to even be honest with yourself, and so when you’re faced with what you want you only think it possible to run in the opposite direction. Are you really going to betray your heart for your fears and the structures in place?” Jet: “… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” (Smellerbee stands up slowly) “Smooth out that crumpled-up piece of paper in your hand and read for yourself. I only wanted to remind you: Take responsibility for what you truly feel in your heart.”
(Page 73) Smellerbee: “Do everything you can to seize your happiness. I have faith in you, Leader.” Jet, internal monologue: ‘Faith…? What the heck does that mean…! This kid… Smellerbee is totally the same type of nuisance as Ty Lee…’ (Jet remembering what Smellerbee said) ‘Smooth out that crumpled-up piece of paper in your hand and read for yourself. I only wanted to remind you: Take responsibility for what you truly feel in your heart.’
(Page 75) (The trash can spills over as Jet kicks it down the corridor with full force, cans and bottles spill out with a clatter) Jet, leaning against the wall: “… Fuck.”
(Page 76) Meng: “I’ve caught you on camera again… Homosexual with a distinct lack of respect for public facilities…” Jet: “You're behind all this…” (He begins running up the stairs)
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Blurb of Annie's birthday... Matty brings a cake to school to celebrate his little baby's special day... he stays a little while...
I'm loving all the blurbs
oh, I'm so glad you are loving the blurbs!!! I am loving writing them, little Annie Healy has my heart.
Anyway, yes yes yes I love this idea so much omg. 
(Can Ace write anything without saying “smile” and “eyes” 1000 times… wait and see!! (the answer is no.) Also, timeline wise this makes absolutely 0 sense but… I do not care!! All that matters is the vibe <33)
It's Monday when Annie comes in very proudly and announces “Miss y/n, I'm six on Friday” with her chest puffed out and a big smile on her face.
You pretend you don't know, despite having seen it on the system last week, “Is it really Annie? Wow! You're growing up so quickly” You smile down at her as she nods along to your words, holding her bookbag (do other countries have these? idk) in one hand and the other hand out, ready to gesture with when she spoke.
“My daddy says the same thing.” she starts. Then her face lights up further, “You know my daddy is coming in on Friday!! He asked Mrs Richards and she said that he could come and bring a cake for everyone!!” she recounts excitedly before her face drops, and she suddenly gets very serious. “But you can't tell anyone that miss y/n, it's a secret. Pinky promise?”
You smile at her but soon put on a fake stern face to match hers. You drop to her eye line, stick your finger out, and link it with hers, “I promise Annie. Now, how about you go put your bookbag away so we can get started?” she doesn't respond but instead nods and shuffles off to set her bag down.
Leaving you standing and reeling that Matty is coming in on Friday, in peak proud dad mode, to celebrate his daughter (who you love.) fuck. This was going to make your head spin.
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cut to the actual day, and Annie comes in wearing a little badge and a hat. You see Matty drop her off from the classroom. you totally weren't staring out the window waiting to see him arrive or anything…
he wasn't even really dressed up, just a chequered button-up and jeans. but for some reason, he still made your heart race. seeing him bend down and give her a kiss on the cheek, and a big hug almost made you audibly sigh, but you caught yourself before you did. because that would be inappropriate, you didn't have any feelings for him. none at all. totally neutral.
Annie came bounding in, a massive smile on her face showing off her gappy smile. she'd very proudly come in the week before talking about losing one of her teeth, and now, every time she smiled, her gaps were on show.
class started, and to avoid Annie literally buzzing with excitement all day, you allowed her to announce to the class the news of her big day.
with the happiest face you could imagine, she said, "It's my birthday today! I'm 6 and my daddy is going to come in with cake for everyone!" 
a chorus of cheers came out as you sat behind your desk, trying to stop your grin from growing an unreasonable amount. 
soon enough, you got the class back in order, and the day whizzed past. Suddenly, it was 2:30, and there was a knock on the door.
matty stuck his head around the door and quickly met your eyes, "hi" he breathed out, staring at you with adoration in his eyes.
“Hi” you breathed out in the same way. For a few seconds, you both stood there with stupid grins on your faces staring into each other's eyes. Of course, in a classroom of 5 and 6-year-olds, that peaceful staring didn't last long. But it simultaneously felt like a quick glance and a full minute.
Annie comes running out of her seat and to the door. Matty quickly catches on and comes fully into the classroom, managing to hold a cake in one hand and hugging his very excited daughter with the other.
“Daddy!!” she squeals with excitement, bouncing in her dad's arms as he tries desperately to balance a cake. Over the young girl's shoulder, he shoots you a worried glance, and you snap out of your trance and come to grab the cake.
“Ah yes, let me just grab this,” you say, and Matty smiles graciously at you. His other hand quickly scooped Annie up into his arms to greet her properly.
“Hi, peanut!! You have a good birthday?” he asks. His eyes flick between his daughter, babbling on about her day, and you standing at your desk showing a room full of mesmerised children the cake he brought.
In between his daughter's rambling stories, he manages to catch you chatting to the kids, “Yes Annie's dad Mat-” You pause and catch yourself before you slip, flicking your head up and making brief eye contact with Matty. “Mr. Healy brought us all cake! Let's all sit in our seats and get ready to say thank you like we practised!”
Matty's face briefly scrunched in confusion, but you did nothing to answer his silent question, only shooting him a sweet smile and spinning around to walk to the front of the room. The combination of the cheeky smile and the way your dress moved as you spun had Matty's brain stuttering through his thoughts.
Annie was still chattering along, completely oblivious to her dad being completely enamoured with the woman in front of him. She soon saw her classmates all in their seats and was wriggling out of her dad's arms, trying to join her friends.
Matty comes to join you at the front of the room, fighting every urge in his body to wrap you up in a hug. He wants nothing more than to grab you by the waist and pull you in, burying his face into your neck and breathing in the vaguely sweet smell that follows you around. He thinks about how his other arm would swing around your shoulder and pull you impossibly closer. Your arms would come around him, and he would feel you hum in enjoyment at the contact.
But he doesn't do that. He simply waves in a way that makes him feel so uncool that he internally cringes. You giggle at his clear discomfort and copy his wave, tilting your head teasingly at him. 
You somehow manage to wrangle your mind back to the task at hand, you clap your hands and grab your classes attention. “Right! Everyone, this is Annie's dad, Mr. Healy!” Matty cringes at you not using his name, loving the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.
“As you can see, he has been very kind and brought us a cake to share! Can we all say thank you?”
Matty was staring at you, lost in watching you work, but soon the ensemble of small voices wrang out, pulling his attention away from you.
“Thank you, Mr. Healy!!” says the sea of children in front of him, Matty looks out at the crowd, used to the number of people but not quite the age range. He sees a mob of gappy teeth and excited faces and can't help but mirror them.
“Wow! You guys are welcome! I hope you all like it. It's already cut up... sooo-” he looks over to you for further instruction, and you snap back into teacher mode quickly.
“Okay! Everyone, can we all line up in register order for our cake?” Some groans come from the crowd, but you quickly catch them, “and don't worry if you're near the end. There is enough cake for everyone! I promise.” You smile and wave your hand, and soon enough, each child falls into line, all bubbling with anticipation.
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Quiet music plays through the classroom speakers, and the noise of children chatting and giggling permeates the room. At the front of the room, you are leaning against the desk as Matty stands in front of you with his hands in his pockets.
He stands with joy written all over his face as you continue to laugh at his stories and jokes, the sound of your laughter ringing in his ears in the best way possible. It's so melodic that Matty has the fleeting thought to record it and use it in a track.
“So you used a scooter to get to the smaller stage” you laugh, staring at Matty with an impressed yet questioning look. As he nods, his curls bounce. You briefly get distracted by how perfect they are, but his resonant voice brings you back to earth. 
“An electric scooter, I'm not just furiously pushing myself on a razor scooter in the middle of a concert” Matty corrects, looking faux offended at your forgetfulness. 
“Oh yes, sorry and electric scooter, of course.” You say nodding, “I don't suppose there's any video of this that I can see? I think I need to witness it.” You smile at him.
Matty pauses briefly, weighing up and showing you the video. On one hand, he can get closer to you to show his phone but on the other, you get to see a mildly embarrassing video of him whizzing away to the sound of “Vroom Vroom” by Charli xcx. 
You take his silence as offence and quickly start stuttering apologies, “Oh I'm sorry if that's too personal, you don't have to show me. I was just-” Before you talk so much it makes you dizzy, Matty cuts in. 
“Oh no don't worry love,” the nickname slips out without a second thought, Matty doesn't even consider it but you are sure you'll be thinking of his voice saying that on repeat for the next week, “I was just thinking how embarrassing this is going to be, but you're right. You do need to see it. Just promise me you won't think less of me, yeah?”
He makes intense eye contact as finishes, and you can't help but blurt out what you think of immediately, “I could never think less of you.”
A silent beat passes, and Matty doesn't say anything, just bashfully smiles and grabs his phone.
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Too soon for your liking, 3 pm comes, and it's almost time to leave, but before everyone goes, you have one more thing to do.
“Okay I have to play teacher now, sorry,” you say to Matty, standing up. He nods and steps back, letting you get everyone's attention and speak.
“It's almost time for our mummies and daddies to pick us up, so let's all do one last thing before we go today. As you all know, it's Annie's birthday,” Matty watches his daughter's eyes light up at being mentioned, “so let's all sing her happy birthday!”
You count them in, and the class starts singing to Annie, you and Matty included. Matty watches you sing for his daughter, pure joy on your face and a grin that makes his knees weaken.
The song ends, and everyone claps, just in time for the bell to ring, and you send them off. “Okay everyone that's the bell! Go grab your stuff and meet your mums and dads in the playground, Mrs Richards will be out there to help you find them if you need it!”
You wave each of them out until it's just you, Matty and Annie in the room. You spin around and bend down to her level, “Did you have a good birthday sweetheart?”
Her toothy grin comes out again, and she nods furiously, “Especially because my daddy came in, that was really fun” she says, looking up at Matty and grabbing his hand.
“I had so much fun too, sweetheart! Let's get going though, yeah? You've got Grandad and nanny at home waiting to see you!!” Matty says to his daughter, who immediately starts dragging him away and saying bye to you.
You laugh and wave them off, “bye Annie!!” You say excitedly. You make a point of lifting your eyes and meeting Matty’s.
“Bye Matty” you say softly, waving at him the same way he greeted you earlier.
He simply grins and waves back before returning his attention back to his daughter and continuing to be dragged away.
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icbmil · 11 months
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“Muscle memory”
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adelphenium · 5 months
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all of your art is so stunning i’m obsessed with the way u use colour and the way u draw noses is just… it’s so good i can’t find words
if u need another Pretty Boy with a good nose might i recommend matthew knies? he’s so shaped i can’t stop staring at him
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augh thank you...!!!! here is the Pretty Boy in question!! you're so correct kniesy is completely shaped with an amazing nose <333
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smimon · 6 months
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Omg omg 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 pink dancers?!?!?!? Omg mattiiiiiiiiiiiiii. And a giant k but also mattiiiiiiiiiii and etel and kathri awwwwwwwwwwww. 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀Omg how would the cha cha cha performance work? Like piggy Train sure will not work, or poor matti is gonna be a matti pancake, the dance part on the leashes would remind me of elderly people with their teeny tiny dogs👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀. And the interactions with Tommy and giant k were nothing but cute adorable sweet and lovely 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛.
Thank you for this message, it helped me stay motivated the whole day 😁😁😁😁 happy to know we share the same braincell hahha and thank you for all the kind words!!!! You're so sweet auuughgghghgd 🙈🙈🙈🙈
Anyway I could not ignore the vision of Matti pancake so now please have this bonus
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You can have your braincell back now 😌
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