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#warm me up
annoyingann · 3 months
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is it cold outside?
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It’s very cold at my house again and I needed to find some warmth
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lottiecrabie · 1 year
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warm me up – matty healy
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after a freezing date, you and your boyfriend matty must find a way to warm yourself up
warnings: 18+, cockwarming, fluff
1445 words
The cold bites your cheeks. It seeps beneath your winter coat and the sweater you stole from Matty, beneath the two pairs of wool socks you put on, beneath even your blue mittens you’re rubbing together for a sliver of warmth. Matty chuckles at you as he unlocks the door, unfairly slow from his own numb fingers. 
He has a dust of snow over his dark curls unraveling from the merciless wind. You tried to tell him to wear a hat, but he’s always been more about style than function. The tip of his ears are bright red, so you feel a little vindicated. 
Your hand reaches out to tickle the icy skin, laughing as he scrunches into his neck, shaking you off. The door opens wide. Snow falls into the house as you step through with your wet boots. 
“Shit, it’s freezing here, too,” you say, unspooling your red scarf from your neck. Matty drops the two pairs of skates from his shoulder with a sigh of relief. The sound rings through the house. You wince at the poor floors. 
Matty racks a hand through his snowy hair. For a blink of a moment, it storms in the house. It feels just like him; creating blizzards from the tips of him, making the universe from inside a house. He tiptoes over your ridiculous collection of shoes, checking the thermostat. 
He frowns at the sight, pressing buttons at random. “I don’t think the heating is working.” 
“No way.” You’re still shivering for God’s sake. Matty looks back at you with an apologetic smile. You groan, dropping on the couch with a dramatic sigh. “Winter sucks.” You sniffle, digging your red chin under his sweater. 
Matty laughs. He falls on the couch beside you, sighing with bone-heavy exhaustion. Any fight for righteous heating seems to fly out of you. “You literally just said you loved winter.” 
Your head rests on his shoulder. His skin is cold too, of course, but just the idea of him warms you up. You mumble, “That was when I was making snow angels and winning the snowball fight.”
“You didn’t win.” 
You gasp, sitting up. “I so did! I had you eating snow.” 
“Only because you cheated!” And, sure, maybe you did seduce him, sat in his lap, and then shoved handfuls of snow in his head, but that was a fair strategy. It’s not your fault he didn’t try very hard to push you away when you were giggling in his face, shifting your hips to keep him in place.
“You would too if it worked on me,” you huffed, nose upping. 
Matty laughs at you. It’s easy and open, some sort of secret shared between the sugar sweet space between you. His hand sneaks under his sweater, cold fingers pressing against your stomach. You squeak, pushing him away. “You’re freezing.”
“I know,” he breathes, nipping at your cheek. Even the tip of his nose is frigid. “Warm me up.” 
You roll your eyes. “How am I supposed to do that? I’m freezing, too.” Matty hums. He takes your leg, dropping it over his lap so you fit snugly against him. His smile rises as he watches you, hair falling around you like some lingering snow angel. “Want a rematch, huh?” You whisper cheekily. 
“Always.” His thumbs rub over your clothed hips. “I think I have a chance this time.” 
Your fingers bury in his hair. He sighs, eyes closing in relief. “Never,” you say against his lips, kissing him. He tastes like the hot chocolate from the walk back home, like thousands of specks of snow melting on his tongue, like the wind ringing through your ears. Maybe you do love winter after all. 
“I know,” he says back and it sounds a little like adoration. His hands climb up under the hem of his sweater again and you let him, only shivering slightly. 
His lips do a good job of distracting you, slow and languid and lazy like you. There’s no rush in this heatless space, nowhere to go but this beat-up couch. There’s something terribly satisfying about it. 
Time on tour, bouncing between two award shows, sloping through sleepless nights are all exciting. Being with him is like having a finger on a pulse; electric and alive.
But you love the quiet. When the world gets slow enough to pause, to breathe. When you hold him between two greedy hands and don’t wonder where he’s going next. 
“Warm me up,” Matty pouts, hands rising to your back. He manages to be everywhere around you, swallows you with his limbs like one of his sweaters. You want to drown in the feel of him. 
“Okay.” You can’t even hide a smile. It breaks across your face, a little too eager and crooked. 
Your fingers are still a little numb. They work sloppily at his belt buckle, frowning down at your work as Matty slips the hem of your leggings past your ass. You gasp at the cold air, giggling into his mouth. “Sorry,” Matty says. You shake your head. 
You draw him out of his trousers. He echoes the same gasp, which you laugh openly at and don’t apologize for. He’s already hard. You draw a delicate finger down the length, grabbing the base as you line him up. 
“Fuck, babe,” Matty moans, head falling against the back of the couch. 
He watches you; not your hands working him slowly, not your already wet cunt as he enters you, you. Your face as you settle down on him, breaking open with a breathy moan, laughing with relief. The smile coating your lips, giddy and lazy. 
He bottoms out with a glorious coil of pleasure. Your pussy throbs around him, finally full. Matty was right, infuriatingly so. The room feels hotter already, flames licking up your limbs. 
You don’t bother rolling your hips expertly, chasing a climax you know you can get under five minutes. Sitting there with his cock buried so deep, you enjoy the feel of him, the warmth of him. The mere fact that he exists and he’s yours. 
Matty kisses your cheek. “Didn’t even have to touch you to get you wet,” he says cheekily, though immediately contradicts his point by rubbing slow circles over your clit. You bite your lips, shuddering. “Thought you weren’t affected at all when you were using your feminine wiles to win the fight.”
“Feminine wi—” You laugh, tracing the shape of his elbow with a finger. “You make me sound devious.” 
He gives you a deadpan look. “Yeah, I make you sound devious.” 
Your finger travels to the apple of his cheek, swirling around the bone. You want to memorize him. Carve all the scars and dents in a wall for archeologists to uncover like some paleolithic cave painting. Make them wonder which God you were worshiping. 
You draw the edges of his jaw next. It tickles him, face scrunching as he shivers. The shift reverbs inside of you. You gasp a little, moaning, feeling a streak of hot bliss climbing up your veins. Still, you want to stretch the moment like toffee. You’ve always been greedy; wanting more than time can give is just like you. 
Matty doesn’t seem to be any more in a rushing mood anyway. He breathes heavily, chest rising and falling with yours. You caress his lips next. Don’t need to memorize those; you know them by heart. 
“Are you warm?” You whisper into him. It suddenly feels awfully unnecessary to speak any louder than this.
“Yeah, love,” Matty smiles. Sunshine drips on his cheeks. It’s not winter after all. “You warmed me up.” 
You blush, burying your head in his neck. The move resonates inside of you again. You gasp in unison, hot breath on his jaw. Your skin is frenzied, aware of every minimal motion like some heavenly butterfly effect. You’ve swallowed a live-wire, lighting up with electricity every time you shift. 
You are so perfectly full and complete. It’s like he was made for you, like he had been created to lay between your thighs. Your heart flutters. 
“I love you,” you say in his neck. You can’t hold the words; you burst at the seams. Sometimes you think he stretches the shape of your heart to fit all of him. 
Matty kisses your temple. “Me, too.” His hand grazes your back, raising the hair. Another shiver that buzzes through you. You sigh, clenching around him. Matty whines, grasping your back. “God, I love you.” 
You don’t want to let this moment go. “Can we lie like this still?” Chest opened, heart leaking out of your ribs. 
He laughs, nuzzling your cheek. “No other way to heat the place, darling.” 
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Hope you’re all keeping warm because this New England bitch is freezing
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hcneyflower · 1 year
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☀️
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someunamedfarmer · 2 months
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Cold weather sucks, I don’t like it, my animals don’t like it, and my cat doesn’t like it.
I need a big, probably not strong, pretentious capitalist scumbag to come warm me up in my cozy little cabin and slide me a Joja coupon after 30 minutes.
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allyandshane420 · 6 months
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Really disliking how cold it is 🥶😩
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settingfiretolife · 1 year
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euesworld · 10 months
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"In the arms of colossus, every hug is colossal.. I am colossus, and I will warm you when cold."
I will keep you safe, I will make you smile, I will hug you when you are down, I would walk a thousand miles - eUë
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Not sure what’s tighter my nuts or my hole
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sunstormrecs · 1 year
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ship Bang Chan/Seo Changbin
tags Canon Compliant, Sex in Chan's Room, Past Porn Watching, Grinding, Hand Jobs, Kissing, Established Sexual Relationship
summary If Changbin's surprised by Chan's boldness it doesn't remotely stop him from kissing back, his lips parting easily under the press of Chan's mouth, strong hands gripping Chan's hips as they sink into each other, tongues brushing, delving deep. Water drips from the ends of Changbin's hair as they move together, droplets spattering Chan's cheeks like crisp tears.
"Is this your way of warming me up?" Changbin asks when Chan pushes a hand up the back of Changbin's wet shirt, his wide palm spanning the curve of Changbin's lower back.
"That wasn't my plan," Chan answers, trailing kisses along Changbin's cheek. "Didn't actually have one," he adds with an awkward laugh. "Am I warming you up?"
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Changbin gets caught in the rain. Bang Chan warms him up.
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lottiecrabie · 11 months
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I just reread warm me up and my god I love your writing. “Your finger travels to the apple of his cheek, swirling around the bone. You want to memorize him. Carve all the scars and dents in a wall for archeologists to uncover like some paleolithic cave painting. Make them wonder which God you were worshiping. “ !!!!!!!!!!! That last line makes me want to scream into the void in a good way!
omg💖💖💞🧁🧁🌸💘👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 thank you!! i really do love that line i feel like it’s one of my best ones. i’m so glad someone mentioned it and appreciates it too!!! smooching u on the forehead
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darksideofthepun · 1 year
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hcneyflower · 1 year
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Remember to stay warm!
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enchantedtalisman · 2 years
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crabussy · 1 year
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hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?
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inkskinned · 3 months
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i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".
it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.
do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.
but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.
do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).
you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.
walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.
no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.
do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."
you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.
there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.
i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.
he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."
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