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arainesque · 3 months ago

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am i insane or did u make the colour of ur blog like a Teeny bit darker. it looks cute but Something is different... anyway. im back in ur inbox to scream about ur fics Yay. ok lets GO

Matty was awoken by the sound of George’s panting breaths, heavy puffs of air across the skin of his bare chest, where George’s head was resting. His cheek laying heavy against Matty’s sternum, close to his heart in a form of symbolism he’d dissect later. A symbolism he’d attempt to put into an incoherent string of words that no one but George could make sense of. He always did.

first paragraph and it just shot me dead and kicked me in the face. OH MY GOD. "A symbolism he’d attempt to put into an incoherent string of words that no one but George could make sense of." NOBODY TALK TO ME this is GORGEOUS. "heavy puffs of air" also scratches an itch in my brain like just the words and the sounds of them is So Good

George just squirmed in his arms, seemingly still fast asleep and in clear distress. Trying to press himself closer to Matty than what was humanly possible. It was sweltering beneath the covers, George was like a furnace. He traced his fingers down the smooth slope of George’s nose, sweeping under his eyes where the skin was wet from fresh, salty tears.

i just turned into a teardrop. pls. hes having a nightmare everybody be nice to him:((( and this part "He traced his fingers down the smooth slope of George’s nose, sweeping under his eyes where the skin was wet from fresh, salty tears." THAT IS ??!?! AMAZING ?!?! i love the word sweeping so already 10/10 but aaaaaaaaaaaahh. smooth slope of his nose!!!!!! !!! u just . u use words so nicely

Maybe that’s the curse of finding your mate too early in life. He’d always felt George on a level that he couldn’t put into words. Where his head would hurt and he’d feel agitated when George went into heat and they couldn’t be together. Would be smashing up his room and make his mum upset and deep down he’d always known why, but when you’re young it’s hard to put into words. Difficult to rationalise your emotions and sit with them, rather than taking it out on the people (and objects) around you.

DONT SPEAK TO ME NOBODY TALK TO ME 9H MY SIJSHDJW i cant even. explain. im. ondnsjsjshnqn. hes agitated when george isnt with him during his heat OK SO BASICALLY THEIR SOULS ARE CONNECTED AND IM GOING TO DIE dont speak to me. i will explode. no pls like !!!!!!!!!!!! i just cant

Instead it had been meeting a boy that hadn’t necessarily been shy , but he had been quiet. It was intrigue about his mannerisms and the way he’d twirl his hair around his finger. It was George’s scraped knees after falling off his bike and Matty cleaning his wounds. Kissing his skin after applying the pokemon themed plasters over the scrapes on his knees. It was George sleeping next to him in bed. Matty eventually having the courage to cradle George close to his chest.

no because the Quiet But Not Shy thing STUCK w me. like. every day since u posted this chapter ive thought about that line and Omg omg omg it is so !!!!!! like ?!??! omg just like i GET it. one sentence and u described him Perfectly omg omg i cannot deal. pokemon plasters:'))))) kissing his skin before:')))))) courage to cradle him close :'))))))) i need to be taken out back and shot over this

Predestined and divine and easy.

HELLO. THIS oh my god. u literally. ok i say this as a joke a lot but i am 100% serious when i say this. u have a way with words. oh my god. predestined and divine?!?!??! AND EASY?!??!?.!.!.!.?!??!&#*×;#*×*#>[×,×

It had just felt like the right thing to do. And George always blushed so prettily.

in my heart this is a reference to 'first impressions in the past tense' (because everybody knows i am that fic's number one fan) and Omg. blushing:(((((( hes so gentle and sweet and 😭😭😭❤️ im emotional

He hoped the fingers he was running through George’s bleached hair was helping.

is that...is that iliwys george im spotting... (vibrating)

“Oh, George .” Matty said, running a hand down George’s sweaty, trembling back. “I’ll take care of you, I will.”

something about the whole Taking Care thing just kills me in the best way. its so :((((( hes so delicate and trembling and im :(((

“I will- will eventually need you to fuck me.” George said, unable to stop a tiny whine from escaping his plush lips.

i dont know how u make the need to be fucked so sweet but u do and i love it. also the word whine is like the best word ever and im !!!! that it is used here

Matty thinks about the pack of condoms still in the bag of groceries on the kitchen floor.

:') prepared :')

“Don’t care.” George said before pressing his hips a little too firmly into the side of Matty’s hip, causing him to whine. Matty would be lying if he said the hot pressure already sitting deep in his abdomen didn’t turn up even more. Molten lava resting in his lower body, barely managing to be contained. Just on the cusp of uncontrollable. “Want your babies.”

this is so pls. 'molten lava' !!! 'whine' !!! "just on the cusp of uncontrollable" omgomg omg omgomgomg omg. "want your babies" beautiful but also . hot. omgomgomg

George’s responding whimper was nothing less than out of this world. Pained but beautiful. A sound Matty had never heard coming from George, even when he was so deep inside of him that he couldn’t physically get further. Even when George would say it hurt a little, but that it was “so good, keep going” .

i just died. ive been killed. OH!! MY!!! GOD!!!! ho is u jane austen . pls. i have no words im just. in awe

“You have me.” Matty said, firm. No questions to be asked, no doubt. “Always.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 OH MY GOD

“I think-” George gasped, tilting his head to press his face into the dip of Matty’s throat. Breathing shakily against Matty’s skin while pushing back against his fingers. “I think I’m gonna come. Please don’t stop.”

he is so delicate :((((((( and desperate :((((( baby :((( he just wants to come :((((((

“ Yes , please-” George's legs started to shake as he whimpered almost pathetically on every exhale, like the noises were violently punched right out of his lungs as Matty redoubled the effort of the circling movements with his fingers. Matty wasn’t even touching him properly. Not really. And George was falling apart completely beneath his touch.

!!!! falling apart completely even though hes barely being touched because he is just So affected by matty !!!!!!!!!! because theyre so !!!!! connected !!!! AAAAAHH!!!!!

George’s eyes started watering, his breath hitching just ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable. But nothing about George could go unnoticed by Matty at this point. He’d never been so hyperfocused on anything in his life as he was on George right now. He saw each and every single one of his eyelashes, the different hues of his lips, the shades of browns and reds and golds of his eyes. The slight irregularities of his breathing pattern and the smallest changes in tone of his scent.

im. dying. "nothing about George could go unnoticed by Matty at this point" HELLO. u write so. wonderfully. lashes!!!! lips!!!! eyes!!!! breathing!!!! scent!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe it was a sickness in itself, loving George too much. Being in love with his eyes and quirks and personality before he fell in lust, and when they actually did have sex it was unlike anything Matty had ever experienced before. Because it was George . Of course it was going to be better. He wasn’t interested in sex if it wasn’t with George, and George was barely conscious by the looks of it. And Matty’s adoration was marginally stronger than his arousal. It shouldn’t be biologically possible, yet here he was. Debating his own feelings rather than giving George what he needed.

HEEELLLLOOOOOOO?????????????? CAN U PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE A BOOK I NEED TO BUY IT this. is so. GORGEOUS. "Being in love with his eyes and quirks and personality before he fell in lust" i need to be shot. my heart cant take this. "It shouldn’t be biologically possible, yet here he was. Debating his own feelings rather than giving George what he needed." this as a concept like the "doing things that are Literally Impossible because of love" is just. 11/10. 12/10. 102982782/10. BEAUTIFUL. GORGEOUS. WONDERFUL. if u were published i would pay all the money i have to buy ur book. "debating his own feelings rather than giving george what he needed" OHMYGOD

How can you love someone so much that it becomes selfish?

THIS LINE PLUS THE NOT SHY BUT QUIET LINE OH MY GOD THEYRE oh my god. ingrained into my mind. like. i just cannot

“Need your knot.” George piped up, ripping Matty’s daydreams and ponderings apart at the seams. A sharp cut from his dreamlike state into reality.

somehow u managed to do it again and go from "sweetest most emotional thing u have ever read" to "this is so insanely hot" and have it work. perfectly. im so !!!!!

The air in the room might as well have been chemically bonded with the one of George’s scent glands, creating a viscous substance with the specific intention to breed . It seeped through Matty’s pores and made his knees buckle with a primal urge to claim .

rereading this paragraph nine times every time i read the fic because it is so. awe inspiring. im. AAAAHH!!!!!

When his body was preparing to breed.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

George’s needy whines didn’t help, especially not the noises he made when Matty’s lips gently grazed the impossibly soft skin of one of his nipples. So soft and so pink, an addictive texture beneath his tongue. So he did it again, and again, licking and sucking the sensitive skin as he pushed George’s boxers down his thighs and crawled between his legs. Letting one of his hands wander down the spasming muscles of his abdomen and the crease of his hip before finally stopping right where George needed him, running his fingers through the slick gathering there. And there was so much he was doubting if George would even feel him slipping inside without any friction.

:((((( hes so desperate :((((( i literally do not know how u convey that though its so impressive like !!! its hot but its gentle at the same time and they dont usually Work but u made it work and im ?!?!??! !!!!

He kissed the bony centre of George’s chest before pulling away to just look at him. He looked wrecked, his hair sticking up in all sorts of directions from tossing his head back and forth against the pillow, his lips were a deep shade of red from biting at them and the pulse in his neck was quick as a hummingbird's wings. Accentuated by the sweat lingering there. Pooling in the dip between his sharp clavicles.

:((( hes so beautiful. i cant see him but u described it so well i might as well be able to. :(((((

Loved how George immediately obliged when Matty told him to “Look at me.”

!!! he does what hes told !!!!!!!!

“What do you need, love?” He said, grinding his hips into George’s. Pressing himself impossibly deeper. “Tell me what you need.”

im so obsessed with how u write matty to still be so nice and so gentle with him even when hes like mid fuck. its so perfect :(((

A circling effect. Pleasure for pleasure.

im getting this tattooed along my hairline like ethel cain INSANITY. THIS IS WONDERFUL

Manipulation, really. Guilt-tripping.

hes so afraid to Want :((((( im emotional

“Knot.” George said, and his voice was thick with the lump forming in his throat, Matty could tell he was emotional before he saw the tears brimming in his eyes. Again. He hated himself for thinking George was beautiful when he cried. For finding an ethereal painful beauty in the wetness clinging to his eyelashes. How it highlighted his cheekbones as they trickled down his face. How the tears accentuated the dip between his clavicles. “Just you.” Simple. “Your babies. Want you in me.”

i cannot cannot cannot get over the way u can make it so hot but then make me tear up like 2 seconds later Pls. tears in his eyes:(( tears accentuating dip between clavicles ?!??!?!? this visual is 1. making me insane and 2. so unbelievably gorgeous ??!?!? "want you in me" !!!!!!!!

He leaned down to kiss George senseless as he slammed into him harshly, basking in the smooth drag of the sweaty undersides of George’s knees rubbing against his shoulders and in the noises escaping George’s lips every time his cock bumped right against his cervix. Bruising it from the force of his thrusts, fucking him harder than he could ever remember doing it before, sweat was dripping down his neck and the sensations were only heightened by the pain of George’s nails scraping his upper back.

!!!!!!!!! bruising it!!!!!!!!!! nails scraping!!!!!!! sweaty undersides of his knees!!!!!!!!!! i am so obsessed with how u write

George and his scent. The strawberry and coconut. The vanilla and sugar. The scent that was so indescribably and so frustratingly George that Matty couldn’t ever possibly get it off his chest. Couldn’t ever put it into a lyric. A scent that would forever be ingrained in his heart as an entity of its own. Never to be let out. Imprinted. Indescribable.

OHMYGOD???!??!?!?! i have no words other than im printing this out and putting it on my wall

Because as he slammed into George one last time, one last hard thrust where their skin met before couldn’t keep going, before he physically and mentally had to stay buried, shaking through the force of his orgasm. Bringing George with him. Sweaty, tangled limbs and his knot swelling and swelling inside of George, but it was more beautiful than anything he’s ever read about.

!!!!!! i just cannot. like theyre so. together. theyre almost one person im so :((((( and even though hes literally actively fucking him hes so sweet:(((

Getting to watch the tears trickle down his face, feel his chest heaving against his own. Being so connected that he never wanted it to end.

!!!!! connected !!!!!!!! pls im just so emotional like theyre so in love !!!!!!!!!!! tears !!!!!!!! trickling !!!!!!!! chest heaving !!!!!!!

Swimming in the depths of George’s soul.

ripping my hair out

Matty couldn’t ever seem to stop marvelling at George. Finding a new mole on his smooth skin every single day. A new undertone to his scent. A new pathway of neurons in his brain.

im gonna hand write this on a piece of paper in like calligraphy and im gonna get it tattooed

Using his unfair advantage of having eyes deep enough to lure Matty into oblivion to distract Matty for a second. If held at gunpoint, Matty would probably say it was his favourite part of George. The closest he’d come to merging them into an entity. The closest he’d come to divinity.

OHMYFUCKINGGOD this is ridiculous u are so amazing. "the closest hed come to divinity" ARE U SERIOUS this is beautiful. merging them into an entity oh good god

“I asked you to.” George said. Quick to comfort. Grounding Matty as if subgenders didn’t exist, as if Matty needed the comfort as much as George did, and maybe it was true. “I know I did.”

theyre so ! connected ! it doesnt matter that theyve got their 'roles' mixed up because they are !!!!! them !!!!!!!! theyre their own thing!!!!!!! aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh

Like it was the first time they’d kissed, clumsily at that one house party when they were both a little too drunk.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 nobody talk

“It’s not about deserving anything.” George said, quick to pull Matty’s head down to capture his lips in a deep, lingering kiss. Just their mouths pressed together, no incentive for progression, no underlying motive other than to just be close. Ground each other. As they pulled away enough to breathe, George spoke again. “Just me loving you. I can’t help it.”

i was gonna say im getting This tattooed instead but im just getting the entire fic actually. this. is so. beautiful. ground each other!!!!!!!! im so:((((

“Do you mean that?” George said, and Matty despised the slight shift of mood. Didn’t ever like the sound of insecurity on George’s tongue. Especially not when it was in the form of doubting their relationship, of Matty's feelings towards him.

the way matty gets so stressed about george feeling bad Oh one day u will kill me dead with ur writing. hes so affected by it :( just the thought that hes insecure Aaaaaahhhh

“You never have to doubt my feelings for you.” He said, not able to resist the scent emitting from George’s throat, just shamelessly burying his nose there for a couple of seconds before pulling away to cradle his jaw in both of his hands. “I loved you even when your hair was past shoulder length.”

IM SICK. i cant describe why i love this but imagine me yelling at the floor or something because thats the closest i can get to an explanation

if it was possible i would give u three thousand million infinity kudos. times twenty. u just. u write so emotionally and u always somehow capture the feeling SO perfectly and i just love it So much :((((( ok ok ok sorry for sending an ask thats like twelve years long but i hope ur day is going nicely and yayayaya !!!!!!!!

HI!!!!! (I think I made it a little darker to suit the new george icon). And also I'm in love with u, to start things off lightly.

I feel like I can never do ur (fucking beautiful elaborate breakdown) reviews any justice. PLEASE know ur legitimately making me the happiest person alive and i love u. (not dramatic, don't even try to send me any divorce papers. we're married now.)

Here's me trying to condense all of the praise I've just read and trying not to blush like George in my fics:

I'VE SAID IT BEFORE AND I WILL SAY IT AGAIN (I re-read my fics through your asks and use it for inspiration, so really u should be credited as a co-author for everything I post jifsjijf.) ALSO: Need to start a fanclub and fic-verse about:

George having nightmares

George's shiny, perfect nose-bridge

YOUNG MATTY/GEORGE (origin story. there's so many possibilities and scenarios. scream at me.)

Desperate needy George (we all love him, right? RIGHT?)

Matty taking care of George

I was so obsessed with the concept of a realism in the a/b/o-verse. Like almost to the point where it's a bit of a turn-off? So I'm glad it came across and I hope it didn't ruin what was supposed to be....hot? Like George's little post-coital dysphoria and talks of birth control. I don't know why, but it felt right to me. Also George just being upset in the aftermath of needing Matty to bed him was sweet to me somehow.

(Just me wanting to make George cry in every single fic ever. Probably.)

ALSO: Ur reference to 'first impressions in the past tense' has me in tears. Subconsciously, I probably had that in mind but it wasn't something I had thought of at the time of writing and u are SO SO right. Baby George not knowing what to do with his feelings and being....a little odd. And Matty being loud and obnoxious and taking George under his wing whether he liked it or not. (obviously he did.). They're so sweet :(. (They're probably my favourite m/g I've ever written).

Feverish, glassy eyed, baby George needs to be cherished. AS DOES Matty who just wants to make things better and overthinks everything to ridiculous degrees. They love each other so much and this is my perfect form of escapism.

THANK U FOR THIS. I LOVE U. (and can't wait for what u post next obviously) ❤️❤️❤️

#matty DOES love george so much that it's selfish #and george will always be a whimpering PERFECT pretty crier MESS #though i have a fic in mind that features angry george......which doesn't happen a lot #but he'll probably cry by the end of it. u know ME.#PROBABLY A YOUNG ABO M/G BEFORE THAT ONE THOUGH #also it was so hard for me to come up with a description for george's scent. like not TOO sweet. not sickly #it's so hard pls #BUT I LOVE U SM!!!!!! THANK YOU ! AGAIN!#i hope ur as good as u deserve (REALLY GOOD (the best))<3 #am tattooing this ask on the inside of my eyelids #ask

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