Matty Healy Is A Loser Confirmed

i ❤️ changing my icon

missing this era of him

Had to break my tumblr hiatus because what the fuck do you mean matty is dating taylor

matty in polaroids

derek be like 'I know a place' and he takes you to the burnt remains of his family house

laters baby | remus lupin x fem!reader

hello babes

warnings- 18+ minors DNI, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, smoking, semi-public sex, cursing?

word count- 1.7k

this is post hogwarts marauders era (au?)  besties (throwback to when they were all happy lol)

a/n- i do not give anyone permission to copy my work. sorry it took so long to get something else out i just got back from nyc!!

The brick wall of the pub you had previously occupied was pressing into your cheek as your boyfriend pounded into you from behind. He had one hand gripped in your hair, the other holding your hip to bring you back into his thrusts. 

You had not imagined your night to go this way. In fact, you were expecting to go out for a few drinks with everyone and head home to watch a muggle film you were craving to see. But as the night went on James and Sirius pressed more drinks into Remus’ hands than he realized. While the boys were sat at the bar (getting your poor boyfriend wasted) you, Lily, and Marlene were making haste on the dance floor. 

The liquor was intense and the room was spinning around you as you jumped and danced. You glanced towards the boys and saw them all laughing unnecessarily loud. You grabbed Marlene’s arm and shouted you were going to get another drink. She merely nodded and kept dancing. 

As you approached the bar Remus caught sight of you. He blushed and sent a smirk your way. His hair was tousled and his eyes glazed over from the drinks he’d been consuming. 

“Jesus, you poor bloke you’re truly wasted.” You sighed as you neared him.

Sirius spat out a laugh and James just smiled into his drink and shrugged his shoulders. Remus grabbed your waist when you were within reach and placed his head on your shoulder. He inhaled you and caged you into his arms. You wrapped your arm around him in return and placed your head atop his. 

“God you two are awful to look at. Keep it in your pants will you?” Sirius made a crude vomiting gesture and you swatted at him in return. 

“Oi! Y/N watch the hair!” 

“You’re a bloody menace you know that?” 

Remus laughed into your neck and squeezed your waist. “Don’t bother with him love, he’s just jealous” Remus grinned at Sirius. 

Sirius only rolled his eyes and tossed back the rest of his drink. “Well, I’m off to find a lovely bloke on the dance floor then.”

James slapped him on the back as he made his way toward the swell of people and music. He turned his gaze to you and Remus and said, “He’s right, you two truly are disgusting.”

“Piss off,” Remus laughed “as if you and your precious Lilyflower aren't any worse.”

“James I believe quite literally last weekend poor Lily had to peel you off of her before you mauled her in front of everyone.” You added. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He waved your comments off, but a smile spread across his cheeks. 

James caught the bartender's attention and ordered you all more drinks. Remus took the opportunity to move his hands to the backs of your thighs and deceitfully run them up toward the hem of your skirt. You hummed at his actions and gripped his shoulders. He nudged his head back to your neck and placed light kisses against your throat. The drinks running through you made his actions all the more intense. 

James spun back around with yours and Remus’ drinks in hand. He handed them to you as he sipped his own. You held your drink to your chest as you watched Remus swallow his. His hand around the glass sent heat through you, imagining what else that hand had done. His other hand remained latched to the back of your thigh and when he caught your gaze he squeezed it. He sent you an all-knowing smirk and raised his glass to his lips again. You blushed and tried to push your sexual thoughts from your head, taking a swig from your drink to help. 

Luckily, James’ attention was now focused on Lily’s dancing form. Remus noticed this too and swiftly moved his hand to the curve of your ass. You glared at him as he smiled up at you. He moved to stand and placed his glass on the bar top. 

“Gonna step out for a smoke, you alright?” He asked James. 

James glanced at you both and nodded, “Yeah might head to the dance floor myself.”

Remus stood to his full height and grabbed your drink from your hands placing it next to his. He reached for your hand and started for the door. You glanced back to see James heading to Lily as Remus pulled you along. 

The night air was bitter and crisp. You squeezed Remus’ hand as the cold air hit you. He continued to pull you around the side of the pub, and only then did he drop your hand. 

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. He skillfully placed the smoke in his mouth and cupped the lighter as he lit it. You were leaning against the wall as you watched him. When he was sure the thing was lit he inhaled as he pocketed his lighter. He puffed out his smoke and gazed down at you. 

“Your dance moves were cute.” He said.

You reached up and took the cigarette from his lips. You kept steady eye contact as you took your own drag from it and replied, “Thanks”. 

He huffed a laugh at your teasing and placed his arm above your head on the wall. He peeled the cigarette from your lips and placed it back in his. His eyes were roaming your figure and you could feel your body heating up. You shook your head as you looked up at him and gave him a challenging look. 

He took the bait and took one last drag from the joint as he leaned back on his arm and glanced around the corner. As his gaze moved back to you he blew the smoke out. He dropped the cigarette and put it out with his foot. He leaned in close, his mouth centimeters from yours. 

He exhaled, “You want this?”

You looked up into his eyes, “Yes.”

That was all he needed to crash his lips to yours. One hand gripped your waist tightly, while the other moved to hold your neck. You pushed your hands against his chest, guiding them up to his hair. 

You grabbed at each other and quickly his tongue infiltrated your mouth. Your body was pure heat and you rubbed your legs together to get some relief. Remus noticed and moved his hand between your legs. He cupped your sex and you moaned into his mouth. He smiled and moved his fingers into your underwear. 

You gripped his hair as he slid his fingers over your core and gathered your wetness. He rubbed his index and middle finger over your clit and you groaned loudly. 

“Shh. You have to be quiet Y/N.” He whispered.

You nodded your head and moved your arm to hold the back of his neck as he slid those two fingers inside you. He fingered you and you held him as near as possible. Your back arched off the cold wall as his fingers speed up. You moved your hand that wasn't around him to his front and palmed him over his jeans. He hissed in pleasure and kissed your lips. 

He suddenly removed his hand and grabbed your wrist, spinning you against the wall. Your face pressed into it as you heard him remove his belt. You pushed your ass toward him, the wait unbearable. 

“Please”  You moaned. 

“Patience, darling.” He responded.

He aggressively shoved your skirt over your hips and shoved your soaking underwear to the side. You felt his body heat against yours. He rubbed the head of his shaft against you and down to your clit. Your arm went back to hold onto him. 

He pushed his head into your core painfully slow. Your eyes rolled in pleasure as his full length sheathed inside you. 

Once he was fully inside your core he waited a moment. His head was thrown back in pleasure and he gripped you tightly. You glanced over your shoulder as he exhaled and grabbed your waist. He thrusted into you and your hand shot to the wall for balance. 

His pace picked up and you could feel every inch of him. As he slammed into you he moved one hand to grip your hair. The tug on your roots shot more pleasure and sensations through you. The heat radiating off of your bodies contradicted the cold night air. 

Remus pounded into you from behind and you couldn’t help but release a small moan. He was panting and his thursts hit just the right spot. The alcohol in your systems made the situation all the more exhilarating. 

Remus pulled your ass fulsh against him and moved his arm fully around your waist to reach your clit. His other arm moved from your hair to around your neck as he pulled you upright against him. 

His fingers moved skillfully around your bud, and in combination with his rough, heavy thrusts you were close. 

“I’m gonna cum” You mumbled. 

Remus groaned and muttered an “I’m close” as well. 

His fingers sped up around your clit and you could feel the familar tingle of an orgasm. He moaned into your ear and whispered “You’re so tight. You feel so good.”

His affirmations sent you over the edge. Your core squeezed him as you came. His thruts sped up and your quiet moans mixed together. You felt him slam into you and steady. He came and held you as tightly as he could. 

As you both came down from your highs you were panting. Remus pulled out of you and moved your underwear back into place. You spun around in his arms and he pushed the hair from your face as you looked to him. He smiled at you and blushed. He slid his arms down your body and kissed you lightly as he pulled your skirt back over your hips. He adjusted his own self back into his pants and kissed your temple. 

“I think that was our best one yet.” You laughed. 

Remus laughed in return and grabbed your hand. You walked back around the corner smoothing your hair down. As you reentered the pub your friends were all back at the bar. You made your way over and Sirius sent you both a condescending look. 

“Ah. Well look who it is. Have a nice smoke?” He spoke. 

Marlene laughed and Lily playfully hit Sirius. 

“We did yeah, thanks.” Remus smiled. 

You blushed and James laughed at your embarrassment. Remus pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around you. 

He mumbled into your hair, “This was definitely better than watching a film at home.”

if 33 year old british man, why so babygirl?

Sunscreen

Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bob burns. Your daughter gets very paranoid when he forgets his sunscreen one morning and insists on bringing it to him.

wc: 1.4k

a/n: ahhh my first bob fic. I just love the idea of him as a dad!

“Do you have everything?” You called from the kitchen, the rustling of objects from upstairs perking your ears. 

“I got it, darlin’,” Bob told you kindly as he trotted down the stairs while zipping his tan backpack. 

Beach football had become a tradition since the first game almost seven years ago. One football emoji from Maverick in the team’s group chat would have everyone rushing off base or nearby homes and gathering on the beach across from the Hard Deck. Bob would smile every time but quickly turn off notifications and grimace as Phoenix and Hangman started their taunts. 

The blond wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek, “Don’t come home with a bloody nose, please,” you jokingly pleaded, pushing up his aviator glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

Your husband chuckled and draped his backpack over his shoulder before walking over to the other side of the counter. His hand playfully grabbed hold of one of his daughter's space buns and pulled her closer. “Be good for your mom, Ames” he told her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

“I’m always good, daddy,” the six-year-old sighed dramatically and looked up at him, her matching aviator glasses slipping off the nose that also matched her father's. 

“I know, but as your dad, it’s my job to say it,” he reminded her matter of factly before offering a quick ‘I love you’ and ‘I’ll see you later’ to his favorite girls. 

Amy returned to her coloring book, her cheek resting against the palm of her hand as she meticulously colored her half-finished page. You leaned against the counter and watched as he walked towards the front door, casually eyeing him up and down with a smirk appearing on your face as his yellow shirt rose slightly.  “Gross,” Amy mumbled under her breath after hearing the door shut. 

You playfully scoffed and tugged on her other bun before kissing her forehead. “One day when someone catches your eye, baby, the payback will feel so good,” you chuckled before leaving her to her coloring book. 

The house was still. 

Like her father, Amy was a quiet child and her soft voice only ever rose when she was in distress or angry, which wasn’t often. “Mom!” she cried. Your blood turned cold at the shrill tone of her light voice, the basket of clothes collided with the wood floor. 

“Amy,” you breathed as you hurried into the room, your heart pounding against your chest.  The little girl stood in the center of the kitchen, tears filled to the brim as she looked down at the cylinder spray bottle in her hand. You came closer and got down on your knees, instantly looking for scrapes. “Are you hurt?” 

She shook her head, moving the can towards you. “Daddy left his sunscreen,” she told you meekly. 

Your face instantly softened as she passed it to you. Amy was never the same after last summer when the sunscreen was left in the room while you were out in the hot weather. Bob came back a bright blinding shade of red. The sounds of his pained groans and restless nights still haunted Amy. She hated to see her dad in any kind of pain or even slight discomfort. 

“He’ll probably borrow Aunt Nat’s sunscreen,” you tried to reassure her, taking your finger and pushing up her glasses. 

“But it’s his special sunscreen,” she grumbled, her eyes slowly narrowing. “We have to go give it to him!” 

You looked down, the bold labeling reading: up to 110-degree protection. A laugh threatened to escape your poorly concealed smile. Bob swore by this stuff, proudly taking it with him everywhere during summer outings since the incident. “Ok,” you gave in, “we’ll go.” 

The salt air was refreshing, the seagulls wailing loudly from above and the testosterone-fueled shouts were not any less quiet. You took a quick glance inside the windows of the Hard Deck, sending a quick wave to Penny before Amy pulled on your other hand. 

 “I see him!” Amy gasped excitedly, seeing Bob sitting in the sand with some of the other aviators while they reset for the next game. She let go once she noticed you watching, taking off towards Bob. “Daddy!” she called. 

Bob’s eyebrows knitted together as he heard the familiar voice, he looked up to the sun wondering if he was overheating. The voice called to him again, the voice huffing and puffing before standing in front of him, her little shadow blocking his slightly pink face from the blazing sun. He looked down in surprise, “What are you doing here?” he asked with a grin. 

“You left your sunscreen at home,” she said as she pulled away, showing him the can. 

“She was adamant about bringing it to you,” you chimed in from behind. Bob’s torso turned and he wrapped his arm around your calf to pull you closer to his side. 

Bob chuckled and took the can, pressing his kiss to her cheek. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, darlin’,” he hummed.  Amy put her hands on her knees and inspected his face, noticing the small patch of red forming on his nose. There was only one way to get her to relax. Bob popped open the lid and removed his glasses before spraying it all over his face. “Is that better?” he asked, one of his blue eyes opening to see her reaction.

She was about to tell him to spray his face once more but a gasp left her throat as she was hoisted into the air and seated on broad shoulders. Her eyes were screwed shut and her arms had a death grip around the person’s neck. “I didn’t think I’d get to see my favorite girl today,” he said. 

Her eyes opened once she heard his Texas drawl. “Jake!” she giggled, her eyes opening widely and a bright smile forming on her lips. 

“Come to save your old man from losin’, baby bob?” 

Amy blushed and shook her head bashfully. It was no secret to the team that Amy had a little crush on Hangman. “No, daddy left his sunscreen at home. I didn’t want him to get burnt.” Jake looked down at Bob and tsked, teasingly shaking his head in disapproval before carrying Amy off towards the water. 

You took a seat next to Bob and looped your arm around his. “You know I just borrowed Natasha’s, right?” You couldn’t help but smile at the small laugh he had in his voice, it was your favorite sound in the world. 

“I know,” you sighed, resting your head on his clothed shoulder. “You should have seen her face. She was worried you looked like a lobster.” 

“I was doing just fine,” he hummed, turning to kiss your temple. “I promise.” 

 You looked down at his sand-ridden forearm. Raising a single eyebrow in suspicion, “You’re looking a little pink there,” you smirked, nudging him with your shoulder. Untangling your arms, you moved to sit on your knees, taking the can from its spot in the warm sand. “You could always…” your voice faded off as you eyed him up and down, hoping he’d get the hint. 

Bob noticed the slight change in your tone and watched as your thighs clamped together while your eyes examined his clothed chest. “Baby,” he said in a low voice.

"Lift," you said sternly. He did as he was told and lifted his arms so you could spray his strong arms. You looked over, Amy was still sitting on Jake’s shoulders as he ran her down the beach, her little arms held the red football tightly to her chest, and giggled as the guys tried to reach for it. “She’s with her fan club,” you murmured before dragging in your lower lip. 

The blond gave in and took off his shirt, gently placing it over his backpack. “This is what does it for you?” he joked, pointing at his pale skin. 

“Very much so.” You nodded happily and started to spray his chest and back. Goosebumps started to form from the cold mist, naturally flinching to get away from it. “You should keep your shirt off,” you told him, sending a wink in his direction. 

He pulled you in for a kiss, “You would like that wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” he mumbled against your lips.

“You guys are so gross!” Amy whined as she trotted towards you, plopping down right in between your bodies. Bob rolled his eyes and took back the sunscreen, spraying a little on his finger and dabbing it on her nose. She pouted, yet still nuzzled against his bare chest. “Thank you,” she sighed, scrunching her wet nose. 

Amy shifted into your lap after the team called for Bob. He groaned and stood up from his spot, instinctively reaching for his t-shirt. A low hum of dissatisfaction rumbled from your throat, his head whipped towards you and caught your knowing expression. “Fine,” he sighed before walking back towards the beach, looking back to see your grin. He looked down at Amy and pushed up his glasses, making his daughter giggle and do the same.