swiftdarlin

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UNCASUAL REMINDER!!!!!!!

if you’re MAGA, if you’re racist, if you’re homophobic, if you’re transphobic, if you’re not a feminist, if you’re not against deportation, if you’re against abortions, if you like the orange man, if you’re pro israel

BLOCK ME RIGHT NOW!!!!

didn’t think i’d have to say it again but ig i do!!

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how life feels as a jack antonoff production enjoyer

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I hope anyone who bitches about Taylor having a net worth of billions knows I would give her $20 out of my wallet if she asked me to

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So real of u Matt.

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I'm working on a Klaus mikaelson fanfic, i know its not what i usually post about but id appreciate anyone who reads it.

Here's the link:

Its available on wattpad. I uploaded the first 2 chapters rn but i plan to update daily.

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A sap when it comes to you...

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon. The kind of day that feels like it was made for naps, soft blankets, and time spent doing absolutely nothing. You’re sprawled out on the couch in Matt’s living room, his sweatshirt a little too big, sleeves hanging past your hands. He’s sitting next to you, but instead of watching the movie that’s playing, he’s focused on you.

His hand is resting on the back of the couch, his fingers brushing your shoulder every so often, a gentle reminder that he’s right there.

You shift, glancing up at him. “What?”

He tilts his head slightly, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mischievous glint. “Nothing. Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

You raise an eyebrow, half-amused. “Lucky?”

Matt grins. “Yeah. I get to be here, with you. No distractions, no plans, just us.”

Your heart skips a beat. It’s such a simple moment, but hearing him say that feels like the world shifting into place.

You nudge him with your elbow, a teasing smile on your lips. “You’re such a sap.”

He chuckles, his warm hand brushing against your cheek as he tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “I’m only a sap when it comes to you.”

A soft laugh escapes you, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you in this quiet bubble. His smile is genuine, the kind of smile that makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“I love you,” you say, the words coming out naturally, like breathing.

His eyes soften, and without saying anything more, he leans in and kisses your forehead, slow and gentle. “I love you too.”

And even though the movie is still playing, and the world outside is still spinning, in this moment, there’s nothing else. Just you, just him, and the kind of love that feels like home.

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hey! sorry if this is too invasive, but i saw that you shift for matt, and was wondering if you'd be willing to share storytimes or more stuff about him? i'm trying to shift for him and it'd help a lot to hear more about how he is ❤️

Hii i love helping other shifters pls feel free to ask anything u want u can also dm me !

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When Matt still makes sure to open the car door for you, even in the middle of a storm.

The second you stepped outside the coffee shop, the rain started coming down in heavy sheets, soaking through your hoodie before you could even react.

“Oh, perfect,” Matt mutters, and before you can take another step, he stops you.

He reaches up, gently pulling your hood over your head, making sure it covers you properly before adjusting it around your face. His hands linger for a second, brushing against your cheeks as he smirks. “Okay, now we run.”

Without letting go of your hand, he picks up the pace, leading you through the rain toward the car. But just before you reach it, Matt suddenly lets go and rushes ahead, splashing through puddles to beat you to the passenger side.

Without hesitation, he pulls the door open, using his body as a shield to keep the rain from hitting you as much as possible.

“Get in,” he says, his voice gentle but firm.

You laugh, sliding into the seat as quickly as possible. “Matt, you’re getting drenched—”

“Doesn’t matter,” he cuts in, making sure you’re inside before shutting the door securely.

Through the rain-blurred window, you watch as he jogs around the front of the car, his shirt darkened by the downpour. He yanks open the driver’s side door and practically falls into the seat, water dripping from his curls as he exhales sharply.

“You’re ridiculous,” you tease, pushing your sleeves over your hands before reaching out to smooth some of the damp strands off his forehead.

Matt just shrugs, turning on the heat. “You know I always open your door.”

“Even in the middle of a storm?”

He glances at you, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. “Especially then.”

Warmth spreads through your chest, even as the cold rain continues to hammer against the car. You shake your head, smiling as he takes your hand, his fingers still cool from the rain.

“You’re unreal.”

“Nah,” he murmurs, bringing your hand to his lips for a quick kiss. “I just love you.”

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Many such cases.

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HIS STUPID WALK AT THE END IS SO CUTE?????

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Before Sunrise (1995) dir. Richard Linklater

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if you support trump gon ahead & quietly unfollow me right now. don't come in my inbox with the dumb shit, just unfollow me.

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everyone say thank you nai for those!

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Drop yalls favourite smuts i need recommendations☺️☺️

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ᡣ𐭩 blurb of Matt helping you ride him

“Oh my—oh my god, Matt,” you moan out, clawing onto his shoulders as his hands guide your hips. Your legs had grown tired. Muscles had begun burning and as your pace rolled to a slow pattern, Matt couldn’t help it but let his hands guide you. 

Completely lost in the sight of you on top of him like this, he lets his fingers clamp further into your skin, lifting and pulling you down repetitively. He’s mesmerized by the way your mouth drops open. The squelching slaps of skin are hypnotizing and as he watches his cock disappear into your gut over and over again. 

“Yeah, that’s right, c’mon,” he praises, hissing as you start to clench around him. Your legs are shaking with every movement. Matt is sure to support you, fucking his cock up into you as he rolls your hips onto him. “---fuckkkkkkkk, good girl. I—-such a good girl—look so pretty bouncing on my—mmmph—-on my cock like this,” he rasps, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his stomach tightens. 

Both edging closer, he can’t help but let his instincts take over. His hands dig into your hips, ruthlessly bouncing you on top of him as he plunges himself deep inside of you. “Matt—” you gasp, clawing into his chest as you struggle to keep your balance. 

“Mmmmm, don’t worry—-fuck. I—I’ll do all the work, sweetheart,” he purrs, his hips rolling up into yours, hot waves of bliss consuming him as your walls convulse around him, milking him as his cum spills into you. 

“That’s it,” he husks. Guiding your hips to a slow stop, his thumbs swivel delicately onto your skin. “--so pretty like this—letting me bounce you on my cock.”

He pushes your hips to sit fully on him, admiring the bulge in your lower stomach. Matt can’t help but grind himself upwards, admiring how you squirm as his cock buries itself deep inside of you. 

“Fuckkkkk,” he seethes, his hands starting to pull your hips upward as he uses a slow, languid motion to fuck his cock into you. 

Your whimpers are music to his ear, chorusing with the lewd sounds of cum slapping between each collision of your skin. “Shhhh, it’s okay….” he soothes. His hands start to guide your hips again, his fingers massaging into your skin for comfort. 

“Just let me do all the work, sweetheart.”