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[ughgoaway]

Snapshots

a/n; This is kind of half a blurb and half a fic?? Idk, it's just horny thoughts expanded tbh. now, this is NOT sanitary at all. PLEASE do not do this without thoroughly cleaning the shoe first. You are asking for a yeast infection and a UTI otherwise. But this is fiction, so let's all pretend he did a little sterilising beforehand! however, that's not hot to read, so im not gonna write it, but let's play pretend!! Thank you, ily <3

Content warnings; boot grinding, d-word, degradation, jealousy, bratty behaviour, dom matty, spit, swearing, and teasing. But I think thats it?? I'm so sorry if I'm missing some!

word count; 2.1k ish

(shout out to Kirke @nowshesdoingitallthetime for once again causing this. you are my fav little devil on my shoulder encouraging this behaviour...)

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*click* *click* *click*

“Okay and now look to the left!” You hear the photographer shout. matty turns his head exactly as she asks. But apparently, it's not quite right, judging by how she walks over to him and poses his body.

you can feel the jealousy in every fucking nerve when her fingers graze the edge of Matty's jaw, adjusting his head half a centimetre. The move was so small it was completely unnoticeable to anyone else, but what was noticeable was the sly smirk on the photographer's face as her fingers lingered on Matty’s skin.

Your boyfriend remains completely oblivious, as he has been all day. You, however, noticed it as soon as you walked in together. You weren't planning on coming to play jealous girlfriend, you were prepared to be silently supportive.

But when she spent 40 minutes trying different outfits on Matty and showering him with compliments, you knew something was up. 

You studied her every move from then on. The way she “adjusted” Matty’s hair after almost every take, running her fingers through every strand in a way that had Matty practically purring.

You look at the way she pulls at his clothes, untucking and tucking in his shirt multiple times. and you also watch her eyes dart down to his exposed stomach every. fucking. Time. You swear you can almost see the cogs turning in her head when she catches a flash of the rose tattoo on his hip.

Every joke he makes, she laughs just a little too hard. Matty is funny, but making a shitty pun is not worthy of doubling over and acting like you're at a standup show. Yet, every vaguely funny comment he makes has her cackling and wiping tears that are streaming down her cheeks.

So you were fuming. Partially at her, Matty had introduced you as his girlfriend at the start of the session. Which had earned him an unimpressed hum from her and you a petty wave. she didn't seem to take too much notice of that fact, though, judging by the way she's stroking his cheek right now.

But you're also pissed at Matty for playing right into her hand. 

You knew he was egotistical, but the way he was practically turned into a giggling schoolgirl over the shoot drove you insane. His attention whore actions usually make you laugh, probably because they're normally aimed at you. as soon as you start rambling about how much you love him, matty becomes a child star, immediately glowing at the praise.

But it's remarkably less entertaining when he's lapping up the attention of a woman who is practically getting on her knees in front of you.

And maybe you took it too far, walking over to him mid-conversation and grabbing his face, pressing your lips onto his harshly, you take advantage of the gasp that leaves his lips to press your tongue into his mouth, licking inside and moaning excessively loud.

Matty pulls you off once his logical brain overtakes his horny one, but you can still see he's slightly dazed when he goes back to chatting with the photographer. The haze in his eyes and the pink flush on his cheeks take a few minutes to fully fade, especially when your hand slides onto his thigh and grips his skin possessively. 

You hang off his arm for the rest of the break and move closer to the set when they start up again. Every adjustment she suggests you swoop in and make before she can, punctuating each one with a peck on Matty’s lips and a glare her way.

Matty knows what you're doing, and after you lingered a little too long on one kiss, he pulls you in with a hand around the base of your neck.

You feel his breath on your ear before he starts talking, “I know what you're doing. Behave.”

You don't listen to his demands. Why should you when he's been gagging for every piece of attention this stranger gives him? So you play it up even more, determined to beat this woman at her game.

whilst you might win that war, you certainly don't win the one waging with matty judging by his tense shoulders and rolling eyes.

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The ride home is full of tension, Matty's knuckles are white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel, and the hand that usually lives on your thighs is firmly stuck on the gearstick.

You cant deny that the mix of his palpable anger now and how fucking good he looked at the photo shoot had riled you up. Every tick of his jaw makes your thighs tighten. And you swear you see a smile cross Matty's face as you cross and uncross your legs for the 20th time, desperate to relieve some pressure.

As soon as you get in the door, Matty is barking orders at you. 

“Follow me. And be quiet. You've done enough talking today.”  Any bratty behaviour left simmering inside you was gone. You trailed behind Matty silently, walking into the front room and starting to sit down on the sofa beside him.

“Nope, floor,” Matty says bluntly.

... no, he's joking. Surely.

“What?” you tilt your head at the man in front of you as you speak, assuming this is another one of his unfunny jokes (but you're sure the photographer would be fucking cackling at it.)

“You heard me, Don't play dumb now, baby. Kneel.” You don’t know whether it’s the intensity of his eyes or the assertiveness of his voice, but you do exactly as he asks. Sinking to your knees like you had done for him so many times before.

Your hands start to move to his fly instinctively, assuming you'd be apologising the only way you know how, letting Matty fuck your throat until you cant speak. But his hands smack yours away before you can even touch the denim of his jeans.

“Thats not gonna cut it today, baby. i need a proper apology this time.” Matty's foot slides between your legs, his boot sitting between your thighs as you hover just above it.

“I want you to grind on my boot, sweet girl. Put on a proper show for me, yeah?” Matty nods at you, and you don't even think before immediately nodding back, sinking down on his boot below you. in your mind, you know you should be scoffing at him and rolling your eyes, but your body moves without you telling it to.

You can already feel wetness pooling in your panties, throbbing at the idea of being so powerless under him. You gasp as soon as the cool leather of the boot touches your core, goosebumps blooming over your skin.

Your hips start rutting against the leather, sliding your hands around Matty's calf as you experimentally grind down on his shoe. Matty feels your fingers tighten around his leg as you clit brushes agaisnt the leather, the slight scratch of the boot making your head spin.

You rock your hips dumbly against Matty's shoe, arching your back when it brushes harshly over your bundle of nerves. Your ruby red nails dig into Matty’s leg through his jeans as you cling to him desperately.

One of your hands slides behind you so you can rock your hips even deeper on his boot, laying your palm flat the ground and canting your hips up desperately. Your thighs burn with every rock you make, but the burn in your core is stronger than anything else.

“thats it. now stick your tongue out, fuck. that's it angel,” Matty palms himself over his jeans as he stares down at you, groaning as he watches spit drip from your tongue and fall on the boot below, making every move you make slicker and more dizzying.

Matty looks pretty fucked out for someone who hasn't been touched, a thin sheen of sweat sits on his skin, his dick straining in his jeans as he watches you like a hawk. He studies your every movement like he is watching a cinematic masterpiece, taking in every move you make and committing it to memory. 

His jaw clenches as he fights every urge in his body to grab you by the hair and pull under him. Visions cross his mind of him jackhammering his hips inside you until you're screaming his name, watching the bluge in your stomach as he pumps fucking every inch of himself inside you. But he stays strong, keeping his eyes trained on you with every move you make.

“Thats it, shine my boots with your cunt. Good girl” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Matty drags out his words and pushes his boot up, the pressure against your clit making the world around you fall into a haze. 

A flush covers your cheeks and chest, and Matty smirks at how blissed out you look.

Fucking you dumb is something that will never fail to amaze him, watching a smart girl become a babbling mess because of him does wonders for his ever-growing ego. It's not like he needed the boost, but your brain melted out of your ears as soon as he starts talking to you like he owned you.

You can't help but squirm as you start moving closer towards the edge, the pressure building inside you slowly becoming too much. Whimpers and whines fall from your lips as your hips speed up, pleading with Matty to let you cum without saying it. Luckily, Matty has seen you fall apart under him enough times to know exactly what you're asking.

“You getting close, baby?” Matty smirks as he speaks, “‘course you are. Filthy girl wants to cum all over daddy's boots.” your jaw drops at the nickname, and you nod as best you can, whimpering with every circle of your hips. 

“Beg." he demands

"Tell me you're fucking sorry and beg to cum,” Matty's jaw drops when he sees tears start falling down your face, desperation filling your every nerve. Soon, you're sobbing and begging Matty for mercy, your hips bucking wildly.

“Please. I’m so- fuck- im so sorry, Daddy. Please let me cum, ill be so good, I promise. Just- ah! let me cum. Please.” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you fight to hold in your orgasm, but every rut of your hips is making pushing you closer.

“So good for me, such a dirty slut. Okay, angel, cum for me.” As soon as the words leave Matty’s lips, your cumming, the rubber band inside you snapping.

White spots dance across your vision as you push even harder down on Matty’s boot, letting the tough leather push you through your orgasm with every circle of your hips. Your chest heaves, and your jaw shakes as your orgasm drags on, intense pleasure wracking your every nerve.

Your thighs grip tightly around his boot as you reach your peak, but soon enough they're going lax, your hips slowing down until you’re motionless sitting on Matty's shoe, panting wildly and fighting to catch your breath. His fingers move from his lap and grip your chin, forcing you to stare at him as he speaks.

“Don't leave a mess. clean it up for me baby, be a good girl.” Matty nods at his boot, looking at you expectantly with a sick smile covering his face.

You sink further down on the floor below you, ignoring the way the cold concrete scratches your knees as you slide. Dark brown eyes meet yours as you hold eye contact with Matty. staring up at his as you stick your tongue out, and start to lick the leather covered in your slick. An exaggerated moan falls from your lips at the taste, and Matty’s jaw drops as he watches your tongue lap at his shoe.

After a few more seconds of you swiping your tongue over the leather, Matty is dragging you into his lap, gripping your hips harshly as you settle on top of him. He can't help smirking as you hover over him. Your cheeks are pink as you stare at him. The same pretty pink covers your lips. undoubtedly from desperately bitting at them to try and dampen your needy whimpers.

“Don't be so selfish now, princess, give daddy a taste,” you smirk at Matty before gripping his jaw, watching in awe as his mouth drops open and his tongue falls out.

Power skitters up your spine as you lean forward and let a drop of spit fall from your bottom lip, watching it drip and fall onto your boyfriend's tongue. A grin immediately pulls at your lips when you hear the groan that is ripped from his chest. 

As soon as Matty tastes the mix of your slick and spit, he's dragging you deeper into his lap, forcing his tongue in your mouth to desperately lick every trace of your release from the inside of your mouth.

Needy hands grip each other's skin, groping every piece you can get your hands on. Eventually, Matty pulls away from your lips, his eyes dropping to watch a string of spit spread between you. His head falls back against the sofa behind him, staring at you in awe.

“I'm booking another photo shoot with her,” he teases, his chest heaving as he desperately sucks in air to his lungs.

“The fuck you are.” You surge forward and capture his lips again, smiling as you feel his lips turn up as soon as your skin touches his. 

[cassandra4clem]

no because I want to read Percy x reader fics but now they’re all written with show!percy in mind. Nothing wrong with him but walker is too young and I see him more like a little brother Percy. So in my head I was like swapping the physical descriptions but I still feel odd about it so I don’t read em (which makes me sad because Percy fics makes me happy)

idk maybe I’m just overthinking 🤷‍♀️

[maelswife]

Me

[mordax101]

I have to come on here and talk about this because it has been on my mind: Kevin's mommy issues. They are never really pointed out or expanded upon in the series, but man are they there.

First of all, the 'girlfriend' we hear about once or twice is a woman who is several years Kevin's senior, and they met when Kevin was still underage. Disregarding how weird and predatory this is (which is not something to actually be disregarded, but for the sake of this post), I think Kevin was probably drawn to an older woman because of his mommy issues.

Secondly, Abby! Rereading the series made me realize how often Kevin turned to Abby for comfort and consolation. After Kathy's show and the Riko scare, Kevin not only went to Abby, he collapsed on her. He let her hold him up, hid in her arms like he wasn't over half a foot taller than her. Throughout the series, Abby checks on Kevin with light comforting touches--hugs him when he's struggling--and Kevin lets her. He seeks it out.

It just makes me wonder about Kevin's life before his mother passed. Did his mother give Kevin maternal affection and Kevin misses it? Or was comfort from a maternal figure relatively foreign to him, even if he desperately wanted it? We know about Neil's mommy issues; we of course know about Aaron's; but Kevin's! Dare I say, Kevin's mommy issues exhibit themselves more clearly in his day-to-day life than even Aaron. (Although, this of course might very well be because the series is in Neil's POV. Dude had eyes for two things: Exy and Andrew, and as we all know, Kevin is the face of Exy. Neil can notice Kevin's intricate and endless mommy issues but disregard Aaron's entirely lmao)

I don't know. Food for thought.

[anandrettisimp]

Gotta say I find how McLaren handles their different teams video output for their two main series fascinating.

Like, here’s the constructor’s F1 lads, in a nice McLaren space to play Pictionary and just having a natter.

Meanwhile here are their IndyCar boys on a fake beach by the track, two of them blindfolded and another where they’re in liminal space.

And I know what you’re thinking, why are we comparing twitter videos to YouTube videos. The IndyCar team does have its own YouTube channel, one that it inherited from the Schmidt Peterson Motorsport days (in fact if you search from oldest you’ll see that videos from those days are still there). It just hasn’t been updated in well a while.

Honestly, in the event of a collaboration between their driver (not like there’s two America races after the IndyCar season) if they don’t have Lando and Oscar in the motorhome while Pato and Theo are going feral in a fanzone and Alex just face palms as he’s forced to be the runner between the two groups then they’ve missed a trick.

[lakesparkles]

Not really a vent but... Is it only me or is posting on Tumblr.... Kind of lonely...?

How do people make friends here? :(

[randombfb]

I DIDN'T EVEN SEE THAT AT LEAST ONE IS STILL AROUND

[bibannana]

Obi-wan *looking at Anakin and Ahsoka who just crashed a speeder*: I was never this troublesome as a Padawan. You two-

Quinlan *pulling out damning evidence*: Are you sure about that??

Obi-wan *frowning*: What have you- no!! *tackles Quinlan snatching away the holo-images*

[anotherhumanpet]

He's got a crowbar they can borrow.

[karmaajr]

Idc what you say because Heather Duke is 100% an ace lesbian/ace sapphic

[flimflambimbambleh]

Someone needs to kill that orange muppet mf

[ultrainstinctslasher]

The problem with having so many hobbies/interests is that you don't have enough time to dedicate proper love and attention to every single one, so you end up feeling like shit because you aren't actually good at any :(

[chaosduckies]

2- Post a prompt/scenario that you wish you saw more often

Sizeshifters. I don’t really see much unless I’ve completely glazed over it. It’s just a concept that I love. Like, Imagine someone just finds out that they can sizeshift, or that they were tested on (Or whatever floats your boat) and they try to get used to being around people despite being dangerous?

Giants who don’t realize that their tiny friend is overwhelmed and just donn’t give them any free space. I feel like this one has a lot of angst and accidental fearplay?

This one’s gonna sound crazy, but imagine that your favorite band are giants or tiny? Idk This one is weird, but I’d just like to see it. Like, Imagine it’s just like a band with giants and humans? I feel like that’d be cool.

Or like a complete fantasy world that is nothing like ours at all. Giants are the “superior” species, and all of a sudden a human gets teleported there somehow? I don’t know. Go wild.

I guess these count as writing I’d like to see and not really of what I wish I saw more. But, I think these would be cool to write/draw about really. Maybe it’s just me though? I have zero idea.

[wrenwinchester]

When Sam told Millie and Dean he was going to college about a month before his fight with John (just a couple days after Millie’s 21st birthday), Millie gave Sam one of her favorite knives, a fixed blade with an ebony handle, its silver blade flecked with iron to fend off monsters.

She made him promise to keep in touch no matter what happened with J*hn. And just genuinely encouraged him.

Dean almost made Millie go with him. So their Sammy wouldn’t be alone, he understood better than Sam thinks the urge to get out, to leave the life behind. As Sam explains himself, Dean thinks back to Sonny’s, how much he wanted to stay, to get out of the life, but when he looked out that window and saw a twelve year old Sam, and a fourteen year old Millie, he couldn’t leave them, he knew how their dad was, that it wouldn’t take long for his anger to spill over towards Millie and Sam. And of course, Millie would do her best to protect Sam, to keep the worst away from him, they had made that promise to each other, but she wasn’t exactly big for her age, and she needed protecting too. Dean cried that night after Sam and Millie had gone to bed. Tears of joy that his baby brother would be able to get out of this life, sad tears for himself and the years of childhood that he lost. Tears of anger and frustration towards their father for raising them in this life.

Millie always knew more than she was supposed to, heard things she wasn’t supposed to hear, like J*hn on the phone with the cops the day Dean got caught stealing for Sammy. She had been brought on the hunt with John, “father daughter bonding time” so she was with John when he got the call. She heard the venom in his voice as he said to let Dean rot for a while, see if he learns his lesson. The officer wouldn’t have heard it, he hadn’t been listening for it since he was a child. She knew about Sonny’s, she was left with Jo and Ellen while John hunted with Bill, that was the last time she saw the Harvelles until after John disowns her. She tried to go see Dean, to go be with Sammy, but Ellen made sure she stayed put. She didn’t like what John was doing to his son, but also, her current job was to keep Millie and Jo safe, and keep the roadhouse afloat. Until John came back alone, a small apology on his lips, and she kicked him out the door while he and Millie left, despite the fact that Ellen was trying to get her to stay. She needed to go find Dean. (John kept Millie and Sam separated so she couldn’t tell Sam. Millie went along with it, and agreed with Dean and John’s decision not to tell Sam about his time at the boys home. She would have told him while Dean was at the boys home if John hadn’t kept her separate from him).

All this to say, Millie doesn’t sleep well, never really has, not since the night her mom died. Her biggest problem is falling asleep but really it’s all of it. And Dean thought she was asleep next to Sam on the other side of the motel room. But she wasn’t, she couldn’t sleep. In part because she was hurting too from Sam’s confession, but also because she knows Dean’s barely holding it together. She hears him crying, and she stays pretending that she’s asleep because she knows him. She knows her older brother, and she knows he would just clam up. Pretend he was fine, check on her. Anything to run away from his feelings. So, she waits, she waits until she’s sure he’s asleep, until his breathing evens out and there’s barely a hiccup to his breaths as he sleeps, and starts to snore, and only then does she move from the bed she was sharing with Sam for one of the last times over to the other bed that Dean had gone to bed on, so he could allow himself to cry (and also because it’s very hard for all three of them to fit in one bed anymore, with Sam being 6’2 and all gangly and limbs, and Dean being 6’ and not exactly small. And while Millie loves being squished between her brothers, and feeling loved, she likes being able to breathe in her sleep). She crawls into bed, ever the protector of her family as best as she can be, anything to ease her brothers’ pain. She puts her arms around him, and clings to him, to try and hold him together, because maybe if she can distract herself long enough, she won’t fall apart herself.

She crawls back into bed with Sam around 4 am, and doesn’t say anything to either of them about it. Sam has no idea, however, the hour that Millie slept that night snuggled next to Dean, he woke up, briefly, and started to shift, but froze when he felt Millie’s arms around him, and he just let her hold him, he could tell she had just started sleeping because she was still clinging to him. He reached up and grabbed her arm softly, reassuring her in her sleep and he felt her ease up, some tension release, but he couldn’t be sure. He was never really sure as much as he tried to be, Millie was good at hiding her emotions, even in her sleep. Dean quickly fell asleep again. His hand still reaching up to Millie’s, comforted by the fact that she was there.

When he woke up in the morning, she was already up and moving around. Sitting at the table in the room, looking at something or another. Probably more for the case, but he couldn’t be sure. (It was college stuff for Sammy, making sure he had financial aid all set up and what not (He did because it’s Sam and he was already set and prepared way before he told them.) but anyway, she had to make sure so she looked over everything he had copies of between him and Stanford.) And Dean just rolled over and went back to bed, because Dean and emotions don’t mix. In fact Winchesters and emotions don’t mix. Ever. And if they try to mix them up, it’s because one of them is dying.

[ghost-tripitaka-au]

Mathias:mhm…

*They go inside*

Wukong:…

Wukong: (Damn this place is nice…I’m not even sure if this is family money…)