#moi 💕

[concretejunglefm]

lexi can i have [hair] and “i don’t wanna get up today” with matty pretty please 🥺

hi my bb here's some soft!matt for you 🥺💕

Matt always wakes before you.

His usual daily morning routine involves turning on the coffee pot to brew while simultaneously letting Zeus out the back door into the garden. By the time he’s prepared a fresh cup of coffee, you’re likely to be padding down the hallway and onto the back porch, eagerly awaiting your own cup and keeping an eye on Zeus.

But not today.

Today, you remain in bed, the only movement you make being to roll over and tuck yourself deeper beneath the covers, seeking solace and hiding away from the world, particularly the heavy weight that seems to be holding you captive.

Today, Matt goes through his morning routine, sipping coffee while tending to his garden, playing with Zeus, and answering a few work emails. Usually, you’d be right behind him, nearby, tending to your own morning rituals or keeping Zeus entertained.

By mid-morning, Matt slips into the bedroom to check on you. The shape of you, now nestled on his side of the bed, is evident beneath the covers. He’s already aware that you find comfort over there when he’s not in bed, the lingering scent of him providing you with it.

“Boo bear, are you hiding under there?” Matt calls down to you, his grip on the end of the covers tightening as he pulls them up enough for him to slip beneath. He army crawls up the bed until he’s pulling the covers from over your heads, letting out a sigh as if he’d been struggling. “There you are!”

His arms encircle you, and you seize the chance to bury your face in his chest. “I don’t want to get up today,” you finally mumble. His fingers gently brush some of your hair back behind your shoulder.

“Okay, so we’ll stay in bed,” Matt suggests, his fingers gently combing through your hair. He tilts his head to look at you as you pull back slightly and gaze up at him.

“We can’t.”

“Why can’t we?”

“Because you have work,” you say softly and sadly, wrapping your arms around him at the waist and clinging to him.

“I can work from bed, and we can watch a movie or a TV show, and order Postmates.” He says it as if it’s the simplest thing ever, as if choosing to avoid the day doesn’t completely derail the plans of a man who is usually consistent in his daily routine, especially when it comes to work.

“Are you sure?” You furrow your brows and feel the warmth of his lips against them. You close your eyes with a soft sigh.

“Positive,” he murmurs.

When he pulls away, he turns to look over to the door when he hears the soft patter of paws on the linoleum. “Come here, boy!” he calls over to Zeus, patting the covers. Zeus quickly responds by hopping up at the end of the bed, crawling his way up, and squishing himself as comfortably as possible between you both.

For a fleeting moment, the scene before you elicits a faint smile at the corners of your mouth. You lean against Matt’s side and rest your head on his chest as he pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through Postmates to place an order filled with all your favorite items, the fingers of his other hand gently combing through your hair, offering a soothing and comforting sensation.

[ominousmotion]

hi kai! 12 please <3

Thank you moi!💕

12.

[sainz100]

Red Bull and Toro Rosso filming in 2017 | via Konstantin Koinov

[musingmemories]

🎉 - from the symbols meme!

Symbols for the Mun

🎉 We’ve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy!

Moon of my life! Oh I’m so happy we’re an AGES mutuals. I’ve been a fan of yours since our followings and that’s never gone away. I truly embrace and enjoy our threads, especially exploding over our shared fandoms through fan art and scenes we’ve adored. Writing with you is such a joy, and you breathe life into your characters through portraying their mindsets in every scenario they’re given. I adore seeing you on my dash and the passion you channel into your work. There are plenty of characters of yours I don’t know, but reading what you write makes me want to dive right into that fandom/explore it as a possible interest! Hoping we can explore and write even more together!

— L. ;

[bergoozter]

merry boogntines

BOOG !! AHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭 my heart 🫶🥹🥹 A very MERRY HAPPY BOOGENTINES DAY TO YOUU

i’ve been booged 🥳🫶😛🦫🏆

[singsweetmelodies]

gooddddd morning! thank you for the tag, @boxboxbrioche my love - this is a very cute way to start the day! 🥰

name: katie, kt, occasionally KATIEEEEE!!!

sign: SCORPIO 😏 that'd explain a lot, wouldn't it? but no. it's actually virgo, i believe.

time: it's 6:39 AM as i'm typing this out. i know, i know 😮‍💨 i'm not actually a morning person, either. but the job & the studies are relentless 😔

favourite band/artist: band is little mix, and artist is taylor swift 💕

last movie: barbie!! loved it. 🩷

last show: heartstopper 🥺🫶

when i created this blog: i think it was around april/may 2022? not entirely sure... somewhere thereabouts

other blogs: yep, one - @ohmygasly. but before anyone gets too excited: no, i don't actually do anything there. i just use it to save ask games and prompt lists to my drafts there (because god knows my drafts on this blog are far too crazy/too many for me to ever be able to find anything here, lmao.)

do i get asks: oh yes! quite frequently. i love them 🥰 (though it must be said, i am rather terrible at replying in any kind of timely fashion. i have great intentions but am also very forgetful and very busy. oh well!)

followers: let's just leave it at well over 300 xD which is a very decent number for a primarily fic blog!! appreciate you all so much <3333

average hours of sleep: probably around 6 🤔 i'm a bit of a night owl, and definitely don't get to bed early enough considering what time i need to get up in the mornings, hah.

instruments: 🎶 yes! i can play the piano reasonably well, and the violin badly 😆

what i'm wearing: jeans, sneakers and a reasonably nice button-up blouse that i can teach in later today (but for the time being, it's about to be covered all up by my lab coat 🥼)

dream job: OOOOHHHH 🤔 heading a division in the FSL (forensic science laboratory) in south africa, and maybe some part-time lecturing at my old beloved uni there as well

tagging @welightitup, @hourcat, @effervescentdragon, @mssr-monagato, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson, @river-ocean, @pinkierre, @yukierres, @moonlight0starlighte and @francophones, if any of you guys feel like giving this a go! 🤗

happy friday, friends 💕

[mrshcloset]

Two MEN and ME

Sunday was Brendan’s day with us!

He was here around 4-ish. News about the contract for his apartment, his job both renewed and his trip to Spain 🇪🇸 on the 5th of this month for a conference.

Talk about our lives, our activities, our holidays.

Surround yourself with your favorite people

With my love 😍

We watched cycling, La Vuelta on TV, and had dinner at DUINERIJ in Bergen aan Zee, walked on the beach, and took the tourist road on the way back home!

Watch a film till it's time to bring him to the train station.

A Day at the Beach 😎

We had a GREAT day with him.

[justafterawintermorning]

Trouver ces jolies plaques émaillées et choisir les plus belles. Les mettre dans nos bagages, comme un souvenir de plus, de nos vacances au ☀️. Les voir posées à plat...le temps qu'il fallait afin de réfléchir à leur meilleur emplacement. Et puis les coller, toi et moi, ensemble.

Un grand moment, comme une petite signature sur notre nid.

Ce matin vérifier que leur première nuit s'était bien passée. 🌿54🌿

[concretejunglefm]

“you’re literally the last person I wanted to fall for but here we fucking are.”

with matty pretty please 💗

a little not-really-enemies to not-so-lovers vibe with a sprinkling of that unrequited love 💕

You’ve watched all the movies, read all the cliches, and somehow, you’ve found yourself trapped in a goddamn cloak room with Matt, the last person you’d want to be with right now.

Your wonderful-so-called friends had conspired against you, leaving you alone with this guy.

His erratic behavior, alternating between being hot and cold, has been driving you crazy for the past few weeks. After sharing a kiss, while you were slightly intoxicated, it somehow gave him the excuse to behave even worse than he usually does.

“I swear, if one of you doesn’t let me out of here right now, I’m going to—”

“Haven’t you realized yet that yelling won’t accomplish anything?” Matt interrupts your vague threats, and the silence from the other side of the door makes you think there’s no one there. They’ve probably all left you here to go for lunch.

Add that to the list of reasons for why you’ll later kill them.

“Thank you, Mr. Helpful,” you say, rolling your eyes.

Matt sits back against the pile of coats and other items that he’s moved into a pile on the floor and looking up at you, he offers a two-finger salute.

God, he infuriates you, and perhaps more so now than ever before.

“Are you not even going to help get us out of here?” you ask, and he simply shrugs, his response so nonchalant and unlike him. Usually, he’s the one pushing everyone around, yet you’ve never seen him more laid back.

“Why? And lose the opportunity to relax? Not a chance.” He winks at you before pulling the front of his hat down low enough to hide his face. However, from the edge of his cap, you can see that his eyes are now closed, and he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mutter under your breath, but he ignores you.

You can’t believe there was a time when you found yourself fawning over him, desperate to get his attention, and feeling a fluttering sensation in your stomach that you could only describe as butterflies. However, everything came crashing down after your foolish decision to kiss him while drunk.

Approaching him, you deliberately kick his foot to get his attention, but, he continues to ignore you, which only makes you huff in annoyance.

“You always throw a tantrum when you don’t get your way?” he mumbles, not bothering to remove his hat or look up at you from beneath it.

“Excuse me?” you don’t hide your outrage, feeling utterly offended by his remark. “I don’t throw tantrums,” you scoff, crossing your arms in front of you.

Perhaps there was a grain of truth in that remark, considering your current behavior, but that’s irrelevant.

“It’s adorable that you think you don’t.” He laughs, and you glare down at him, kicking his foot again because you always react foolishly around him. It’s as if he pulls out some ridiculous, childish level of retaliation.

“Hey!” he calls out to you, finally pushing his cap back and actually looking up at you.

“Well, you’re no picnic to be around either.”

“Oh, really?” He begins to shift and push himself back up to his feet in front of you. “How so?”

“Well for one you’re an asshole. Oh! and you can be a bit of an arrogant dick.”

He laughs in response, and that infuriates you even more. It’s as if he’s completely unbothered by anything you ever have to say, especially when you’re trying to insult him.

“Am I supposed to be offended by that?”

“God, why are you like this?” You growl beneath your breath. “You're literally the last person I ever wanted to be locked in a stupid cloakroom with.”

"Yeah well, you’re literally the last person I wanted to fall for but here we fucking are.”

His unexpected confession catches you off guard, but this is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it? The moment of the big confession that should somehow bring everything together.

You should embrace him and accept his confession as a sentimental gesture, rather than a reluctant one, but you’re completely taken aback, frozen in place. Speechless, your mouth hangs slightly open, and your eyes widen.

Matt just implied he was falling for you and you say... nothing.

His features begin to change, the cracks in his heart from your silence reflected in the wrinkles forming on his face. Then, you hear the click of the door before a voice you recognize as Nicholas’ calls out.

No matter how hard you try to force yourself to speak, your throat feels tight, and you can’t get any words past.

“Matt, wait!” You finally choke out, reaching out to grab him, but he swiftly brushes past you, walking away without even a glance back in your direction.

[ominousmotion]

🛶💙🩵❤️🩵💙 it's a love canoe! send this to all the blogs you love! don’t forget to spread the love

Thank you moi 🥰💕💕

[concretejunglefm]

THIS WAS A PERSONAL ATTACK ON ME 🫠

GOOD FUCKING BOY, yes yes he is and these are more things about him which made me feral !!!

If only he would be fucking patient.

You know Nick, never the careful type, but never malicious. Always apologetic. You knew you would have to fight him a little. “I’m sorry, honey, you just feel so good.”

He sounds desperate, like he might be ready to cry. 

The tiny shocked gasp he gives you helps too, making you laugh at him, and he groans like he’s embarrassed. But he doesn’t move. Good fucking boy.

the crazier i came

pairing: nick folio x fem reader

cw: first time anal sex and a VERY needy (unhinged and impatient and uncareful) folio

taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @lma1986 / @monotoniscreaming / @xxrainstorm

if you want to be tagged in future fics, let me know :)

author’s note: this one i’m actually very nervous about posting. i’ve been going back and forth with myself for weeks on whether i was actually going to write it at all. alas, here she is. hope y’all enjoy 🤍

title from “cherry waves” by deftones.

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He can’t keep still.

He’s squirming impatiently, grip tightening, loosening, tightening on your hips. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you. It’s just on the wrong side of feeling okay.

You need him to stay still. It’s all too distracting for you to focus on adjusting to him inside of you. There’s lube everywhere—your hips, your ass, sliding down your inner thighs, Nick’s hands and yours, the bedsheets. Nick is rutting and squirming behind you and it almost feels good, save for the twinge of pain when he moves wrong. If only he would be fucking patient.

“Nick, you’ve got to stop moving.” You tell him through a whine. It’s frustrating, and you hate having to tell him no, but you know you’ll both enjoy this more if he would just stay still for a little while longer. You’re almost there. “Stay still for me a little longer, please.”

“I’m trying to be good.” He gasps, and it makes you feel soft for him. He ruts into you once, twice, and it hurts, making you wince. He groans and stills, rubs his hands soothingly over your hips in an apology. You forgive him. You always do. You know Nick, never the careful type, but never malicious. Always apologetic. You knew you would have to fight him a little. “I’m sorry, honey, you just feel so good.”

He sounds desperate, like he might be ready to cry. The pet name makes your skin heat, words rolling off his tongue like he’s pained. At least, for once, he’s still.

You focus on adjusting to him. Deep breath in, out. You squeeze around him, hoping it’ll help, and it does a little. The tiny shocked gasp he gives you helps too, making you laugh at him, and he groans like he’s embarrassed. But he doesn’t move. Good fucking boy.

You feel so full of him. Your fingers are grasping at the bed sheets and letting go. You’re overwhelmed, struggling to keep your breathing steady. Deep breath in, out. Experimentally, you roll your hips back into him. The edge of pain is gone—it’s an overwhelming fullness, but you manage it. You pull forward, rolling your hips back again, slower this time.

You hear Nick groan above you, so ragged that his voice breaks. You clench around him, suddenly a little desperate yourself. His fingers grip your hips harder and you look over your shoulder to meet his eyes. They’re brimming with tears and your breath catches. You’ve always loved seeing him like this.

You decide it’s time to let him have his treat.

You nod, giving him permission, and watch as relief washes over his face. He gathers you up into his arms so your back is flush with his chest and the change in angle has your vision blurring. He’s fucking into you slow, every push inside making you feel short of breath again. His arm is wrapped tight around your tummy, the other hand holding your throat—not gripping, just resting there. You think maybe it’s a comfort to you both. His thighs shake as he’s gasping into your neck.

You can tell he’s still trying to be patient for you.

“Nicky, you can go harder.” You whine before the breath is knocked out of you as he pulls out of you and slams back in. It consumes you and your vision goes black. You close your eyes, leaning your head back onto his shoulder and putting your trust in him completely, letting yourself feel it all as he fucks you with shallow thrusts.

He buries his face in your neck, gasping, licking, biting at the sensitive skin.

His hands are gripping your hip and your tummy so hard that you know you’ll bruise. You can feel where you’ll be covered in fingerprint shaped hues of blues and purples and yellows. You can already feel Nick pressing his fingers into each of his marks, watching you wince and grinning, soothing you with kisses.

“You’re shaking.” He says, gripping you tighter, holding you up better, pulling you ever closer so you’re touching everywhere. You want to say no shit. You’ll be trembling for days after this. He places soft kisses along your jaw, your neck, your shoulder. The gentleness juxtaposes with his harsh thrusts, how thoroughly he’s fucking you. You’re sure that without his arms, you’d collapse into the mattress. “Are you feeling good, honey?”

You want to say yes. You want to say of course. You want to say please. All you can muster is a frantic nod and a wail of something resembling his name when his hand moves from its spot on your hip, between your folds, fingers pressing into your clit.

You place your hand over his, holding it there, grinding yourself down on his fingers and back into his cock. It overwhelms you. You take what he gives you. You take what is owed to you. You lose yourself in the feeling, burning everywhere he touches you, pressing his hand into you and letting him do the hard work.

Every thrust moves his fingers along your center and the pressure on your clit gets you closer and closer. You feel his rhythm faltering as he nears his own end and you’re determined to get there first. Your thighs are trembling as your orgasm bubbles up in you, your skin buzzing with it.

You collapse as it hits you, crying out Nick’s name and going limp in his arms, twitching with the aftershocks of your own pleasure. He lets you fall forward and drapes himself over your back, thrusting into you frantically. Your focus is gone, vision blurred, skin burning, ears ringing. You can barely register him inside you anymore but you feel protected and sated with his weight along your back.

When he pulls out of you and straightens up, you collapse into the mattress and miss the feeling of his skin on yours, everywhere he had been touching you. You sigh happily when you feel his cum painting the skin of your lower back.

A kiss is pressed between your shoulder blades before his weight leaves the bed. You let your eyes close, knowing he’ll be back to take care of you.

It’s moments later when he returns, running a soft and dampened towel along your back and between your legs before tossing it away, gathering you up in his arms and pulling a blanket over you both.

“Feeling okay?” He asks, fingering through your hair.

“You’ll have to behave a lot better than that if we do this again.” You say, pressing a kiss to his chest and laughing so he knows you’re okay.

“All right, honey.” He says, holding you closer. “Whatever you want.”

[musingmemories]

💌 x ∞ !! ^-^

Symbols for the mun

💌 I just think you’re amazing. ( x ♾️ )

My HEART. Brittney please, you’re amazing times infinity plus one! I adore all your lengthy posts about Chishiya and Ann both. You really deep dive into their headspace’s to explain and gush about your interpretations of what makes them them at their very core, and you’re always continuously exploring that with your characters. It’s honestly so inspiring, and a true treat for the AiB community your writing included. I look forward to reading what you come up with next! Thanks for writing with me and I hope we’ll have more interactions to come.

— L. ;

[ladyveronikawrites]

💗🌷🌼 ✨This is the you are amazing award. Send it to ten bloggers you think are wonderful or just take a moment to bask in your own awesomeness! ✨ 🌼🌷💗

awh!!! thank u moi<3

[ivystoryweaver]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3

[angeltism]

SORRY FOR NOT SENDING ANYTHING ALL DAY i have been exhausteeeedddd not really sure why but i feel it. eeek!!! anyways hiiiii <3

- 💌 anon

AAA I'm so sawrry for nawt having seen this . . . I've been having 2 go to bed earlier so I can start waking up earlier !!

But aa don't worry my dear , I hope uu feel better soon , or better yet are already feeling better at the time I'm posting this , fufu <3

But , annnyyyyways , hello <3

[concretejunglefm]

hi lexi quick question ☝🏻

https://www.tumblr.com/concretejunglefm/781448307189907457

thoughts on this with matty (or nicky)?

OH BOY Matt and Nick with free use!reader thots !!!

CW: edging, fingering, unprotected sex, somno, free use.

NSFW'ish below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

Matt would likely approach you while you’re sitting on the bus engrossed in something on your phone or talking with one of the other guys. Suddenly, he slips his hand beneath your shorts, which you wear for easy access, and pulls aside your panties. Sometimes, he’ll explicitly declare his intentions, adding to the sense of degradation. Other times, he won’t say anything and simply carry on. You’ll know when he’s satisfied when he withdraws his finger and openly licks off your arousal, making a soft hum of contentment before he quietly walks away without a word. He’ll then go on to repeat it multiple times throughout the day, catching you off guard.

Later that night, when you’re asleep and he climbs into your bunk behind you, he’ll slip into you. As you begin to stir, he’ll attempt to silence you, complaining that your soft, sleepy moans are too loud and that’s why he has to cover your mouth. “We don’t want the other guys getting jealous, do we?” he whispers against your ear as he slowly fucks you, savoring the sensation of how wet you are from the day’s edging and the anticipation. And when he cums inside you, he fills you up with the reminder that he “saved it all for you.”

Nick would approach the situation differently. He’s a gentleman, but he can also be a bit mean at times. He always maintains a gentle demeanor, feeling along your thighs as he caresses them, his hands moving higher until he slips your panties aside and slowly begins to tease you. “You’re all pent up, aren’t you?” he’ll ask, but there’s a faint mockery in his tone, but you don’t mind and nod along as your hips buck, trying to match the rhythm of his fingers as he draws out touching you.

He doesn’t stop there; he continues to draw out the moment, possibly teasing you more than Matt does because then he starts talking to you. “Tell me about your day, sweetheart,” he’ll say, “let me tell you about where we went today,” or “oh, I heard the most interesting thing.” And each time he loses your focus to the pleasure, he snaps the fingers of his free hand to bring you back to him. “Are you listening to me? Eyes on me, sweetheart, or I’ll stop.”