Found An Opportunity To Take A Matty Style Pic So I Just Had Too 😂😂😂

STAFU , You Can’t Show Me This And Expect Me To Be Normal About It

hard launch

I’m not the best at writing straight stuff being the gay guy that I am but if anyone has any Matty/George concepts I can write em for ya just hmu

Thanks for the tag @ros3chu

1 She’s American - The 1975 🇺🇸

2 Menswear - The 1975 🕴️

3 London Boy - Taylor Swift 🇬🇧

4 Johanna - Jamie Campbell Bower ✂️

5 Spinning - No Rome , The 1975 and Charli XCX 😵‍💫

6 M.O.N.E.Y- The 1975 💰

7 Ex-Wife’s - SIX cast 💍

8 Dancings not a Crime - Panic 🕺🏻

9 Looking for Somebody ( to love)- The 1975 💪

10 Cheating - Michael Aldag 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

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1 @justanamesstuff

2 @bookish-strawberry

3 @medeas-chariot

4 @the1975attheirverybest

5 @alwaysanagelneveragod

6 @squishysoupy

7 @tillthelandslide

8 @trumanblackout

9 @footprint-in-the-snow

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tagged by @dolcevenus777 to do 10 songs, 10 people <3

songs:

kinda outta luck - lana del rey

valerie - the weeknd

lolita - lana del rey

in the night - the weeknd

hollywood - lana del rey

fishtail - lana del rey

bloodline - ariana grande

buy the stars - marina

dealer - lana del rey

orange trees - marina

(you can tell that lana has taken over my playlist💀)

people: @girlbloggerinterrupted777 @iconnnnnn @iheartcarlgrimes1 @fl0raldreams @augustinaas @aspendoll @porcelaindoll333 @esotericalfawn @coppolagraveyard @balletbambi777 (no pressure 🫶🏻)

If this hasn’t been me the last week an a half idk what is 😂😂 , I don’t even day-dream about it , I just straight up dream about it but can never write what I wanna write

Chapter 18

Word Count : 2796

Warnings : Smut in this one , it’s cringe and weird maybe a little awkward but there we go

George's POV

The moment I read Matty's text, I jump up from my place on the couch and basically bomb through to my room nearly taking the door off the hinges as I go, I physically feel like a 12 year old girl right now when there first proper boyfriend give them even the slightest bit of attention, it's so lame but I can't help it. I set up my laptop on my desk and get comfy in my chair and use the reflection in the screen to make sure I don't look a state. I tie my hair up in a small man bun and pull my hood over it , it definitely looks better like this less wild I suppose. That's when I finally open the app to call him, I listen through the dial tone while my heart races, hearing his voice is like home for me already. His face appears on my screen in full and he's smiling already his eyes are shining and he looks amazing . We sit in a comfortable silence for a couple of seconds just eyeballing each other until I speak up "hey there love"

"Hello Darlin", there I go already melting into a puddle on the floor, wow, his voice is like warm honey tea when your sick it just opens everything up. Makes me feel alive "are you okay darlin".

"I'm alright now that your here , I can see you now and watch over you", I'd watch him all day, doing even menial tasks, watching him work through things watching his face contourt into a crooked smile that he does when he's thinking of things that make him happy, or when he's confused. Getting to know his body and his tell tale signs that he might need me. "How are you doing my love?"

"I'm happy your here now, was school okay , what did you do ?", I didn't do much at school I think I only went to my first lesson I skipped my other lessons just spent a lot of time in the music rooms getting more demos fixed, can't let him know I'm not going to tell him I didn't go though

"It was alright nothing important happened today just did the usual stuff, what happened today then can you tell me about it ?", I lean forward in my seat, leaning on my elbows just watching him think of the right words to say. "You can just say it how it is you know, you don't need to spare any details for me"

"It was just a tricky day G, talked a lot about how I'm feeling, everyone was fussing about me, It just drained me, I know it was talking , but it made me think didn't it" , he's just talking away deep in thought , I'm just listening he's so animated when he talks even when it's not a happy topic.

"You don't like people fussing ?", I'd fuss over him anyway any day , give him everything he needs, work a great job to make the money so he could have anything he could ever want. Take him places , show him thing he's never seen. "Jesus G why you thinking like that your not even a thing" I berate myself in my own head. I always think way to quickly into things.

"It just makes everything feel too real now that everyone knows that's all". His hair is so fluffy , I wanna play with it, I wonder if he's smooth under those clothes and I wonder how much he likes it when people play with his hair. He does it a lot himself I wonder if it's different for him when others do it "you're staring Georgie" he breaks me out of my day dream, my face heats up I swear I've gone scarlet and scratch the bag of my head.

"No I wasn't ....I was just listening to you is all". I don't know who I was trying to convince him or myself , he's just looking at me now with the goofy smile of his. I feel a little hot under the colour and uncomfortable under his gaze

"What we're you thinking about Darlin?", God he can't know that would be weird right if I just told him I wanna see all of him, I want to know all of him. How interesting and tantalising I find him. I'm still blushing and I don't think it's going to subside anytime soon. He just does that to me "Come on Darlin tell me?" , I can do it I'm a big boy this is how people flirt ain't it

"I was thinking about you" . Wow , way to make it weird George well done, now you have to say more words to make it less weird "like not like in a weird way but like just" here I go tripping over my words like a moron come on get it together G , Jesus

"Like what?", Shit why's he gotta be such a menace , he's smiling at me leaning on one of his elbows , closer to the camera, while his other hands plays with his hair

"Just uh , just maybe , I was just thinking that I'd like to kiss you...no that's weird sorry um , I just wanna be there with you" , he's just sat there watching me trip over my words looking like a complete flake and giggling about it, this is no reason for him to be like this right now , yes I'm making an arse of myself but nope that's just mean.

"If it helps , I'd really like to kiss you too" , he's blushing now too "I've wanted to kiss you since I first saw your face a few days ago , I've never really been with a guy in that way so I didn't think it meant anything but you've earwormed youre way into my head and it's all I want to do"

"You've never been with a guy?, Really ?" , that's a weird thought he seems like someone who'd have at least tried it, like he doesn't seem like he'd be scared to let himself be with a guy.

"Nah never been with a guy , I haven't really accepted that I'd liked guys as well as girls until like last year but never had anyone that's made me want to try stuff, like of course I've like done stuff.....to the thought of guys but never with one". He's getting a little shy and awkward now and if I didn't already think he was cute I'd surely think it now. His little flustered looks and his scrunched up face is everything. I'm now a lot less nervous, I don't have to be anything other than myself right, that should make things a lot easier

"We'll that's makes me somewhat happier, If you let me I can be your guide". Smiling at each other then we break into giggling messes "tell me about the first time you did something to a guy", I know that that's maybe a weird question but I want to know what he likes and what he's into "like what did he look like or what did you imagine , like , I don't know what did you want to do with him"

"Well there was this guy in school he was on the football team , I think I was maybe 15 at the time , I just thought he was pretty, tall as all hell , black hair , he was kinda emo in a way. We were friends for a while and that summer we'd spent a-lot of time with each other and I think I developed a little fascination with him, We were playing football one night and it was really fuckin hot and he was just running around shirtless and that night after he left stuff happened, just got a little busy with myself in the shower", Matty in the shower is an image that i wouldnt mind ingraining in my brain forever. The image of that floating around in my brain leaves a stiffness between my legs and it causes me to shift in my chair uncomfortably. I see a glimmer in his eyes like he knows what’s up “you okay there darlin?”

“Mhm , all good”, I know for a fact that he knows I’m lying. The air in the room is getting warmer stifling you may say and I can feel the redness in my cheeks become more prominent. I lean back in my chair and try to adjust my jeans discreetly so there’s less friction. Matty is literally just staring me down which is not making my situation any easier “seriously love I’m all good, anyway, so uh what happened after that ?”, this isn’t going to help my situation either but I began this so I’ve got to keep going right ?.

“Nothing really, we were still friends for a while but he moved, I mean there was still obviously time throughout the friendship that I’d have time to myself thinking about him but it wasn’t a thing I made a big deal of you know ….” , at that point he stands up removing his shirt and I swear I’m trying to look anywhere but at my screen “although in saying that we did play a game of spin the bottle at this party one time, and ALOT of kissing happened that night, ended up with the biggest hard-on of my life, Jesus trying to hide that from a house party full of teenagers was a nightmare….”, he’s putting so many images in my head right now seriously I’m about to go into overdrive. I’m not even going to try speak because I know I’ll just not get a single word right. He’s got his work shirt on now and he’s sat back in his seat and I’m trying not to let on that I’m actually about to die. “You look a little warm there darlin , you sure your doing alright there?”, that cocky smile he’s got plastered in his face right now tells me everything I need to know that he’s just trying to wind me up. I rolls my eyes and let out and over exasperated sigh like I’m not bothered by what’s going on.

“I told you I’m fine Matthew” , I know he told me that he only gets called that when he’s in trouble or someone’s pissed off at him but I’ve got to show him that I’m not spiralling in my head “Anyway , what time do you have to go to work”.

“I have to leave in ten minutes, why ?, do you have urgent business that needs attending too”, little fucker is really trying this right now , I can hold on ten minutes I’m not a horny teenager that has to be right at it but I swear if he keeps up like this I don’t know what’s going to happen.

“No , no , I was just inquiring that’s all”

“Oh you were , were you?”, he’s a fuckin menace quite literally but I wouldn’t have him any other way. He’s beutiful inside and out , even with the cockiness, he seems to have calmed a little bit

“Yes I was, are you going to be okay at work love ?” , he didn’t go to school again, I know school and work are very different and now that I’ve seen his work attire I now know that he works at Caffè Nero that can be quite busy sometimes “it’s nearly 5 it’s coming up to dinner time it’s not going to be too busy is it ?”

“I’ll be fine darlin , it’s only a few hours, I don’t work long hours now , few hours at a time, I’m only in till 9 , four hours” , he’s smiling at me while pulling strands of his hair and letting the curls spring back in place. Arghh imagine pulling on that and letting my hands wrack through it. I whimper a little at the thought. Stop it G, just calm down Jesus, I place my head in one hand just resting on my chin and my other hand goes under my desks clasping on my thigh to stop me from touching anything else “I’m going to go now darlin just to be there in time okay” he winks at me slightly as he gets up “don’t forget to send me pictures”, I know exactly what he meant by that. We say our goodbyes and my screen goes black. I then let out a sigh of relief and lean back in my chair spinning around slightly so I’m facing the inside of my room “wow”, I do however have to get rid of this before I go see my family. I rise from my chair removing my hoodie and draping it over the back of the chair I quickly go to lock my door and I close my curtain on the way I lay back on the bed and pick my phone up and a message from Matty appears on the front screen I open it instantly

“Hey Darlin, did that make you uncomfortable if so I’m sorry”

“No I just got a little busy downstairs 😂”

“I had noticed, would I be allowed to see”

I lay down fully on my bed and pull my shirt up a little bit a strip of the skin on my stomach was visible and the band of my boxers. I slide my hands down my body a little it’s resting next to the very visible bulge in my jeans I quickly snap a picture and send it off to him with a little “is this okay?” , I palm myself through my jeans for a while giving me some realise and I’m so thankful for it because fuck me do I need this. My hands are tingling and itching to open my button but I want to wait a while and give myself some time. A message come back through from Matty

“What a beautiful boy, can I see more? x”

I continue palming myself and a soft moan escapes my lips, I then finally loosen the button and slide my jeans down my thighs now just revealing my bulge in my boxers , I then slide my hand into my boxers and wrap my hand around my dick squeezing lightly, with my other hands I snap a picture of the sight I front of me and just send it off without a caption because I’m not sure what to say and with this I just place my phone beside me and bring my hand up to my mouth to cover it so my family can’t hear what I’m up too. At this I begin moving my hand up and down my dick now gaining the pressure I needed, at this I release a moan only heard to my ears. It’s all a bit dry but I have no lube, I let myself go and lick my hand for a slicker movement to be made gross I know but what else am I supposed to do. I bring my hand back down to my dick and start jerking again. I close my eyes and the image of Matty in the shower pleasuring himself quickly comes to the for front of my mind “fuckkk” , I take my hand away from my mouth for a second and my lips part with that it goes to my hair which I pull on for a while imaging that my hands are Matty’s for a moment this causes my back to arch off of the bed as Precum starts to leak from my dick. I continue on with what I’m doing and I’m not imaging Matty whispering in my ear “what a gorgeous boy , doing so well for me” , This mixed with the image of Matty in the shower whisper sweet nothings causes the tightness in my stomach to start forming as mr hands gets faster I bring my other hand back to my mouth and I bite on my knuckles, “you want to be loud for me don’t you baby” there it goes again the image of him leaning over me to whisper into my ears. My release comes quicker than I’d have liked , I release all over my hand and my stomach and I breath loudly out of my nose as I finish “That was amazing fuck me”, I wait till I come down to reality again and pick up my phone to see another message from Matty

“I bet that would look great in my hand 😉”

I wipe myself down with a tissue from the box that was beside my bed and quickly go to but it in the bin in the corner of my room, I pull my boxers and trousers back up and button them back up

“If only it was”

It’s the tiny pushing up of the damn glasses that do it for me every-time it just makes me feral

FOR NOT A SINGLE DAMN REASON

// 20.10.23 // Charlotte // Me

© iliwysalyssa

Z 🤍

zodiac sign

Thank so much

I’m a Libra

I don’t know all the much about star signs n stuff but I have noticed that I am very much like other libras that I know !!!

This is so ADHD Matty Coded and I love it , everyone else just tryna work and Matty like 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 if this is how school was for him I’d have loved to be in his class 😂😂

fighting with my sheets - matty healy

(mdni) in which you discover your boyfriend’s dirty little secret and bring him to his knees. part of the white and gold universe. 3600 words.

warnings: daddy kink, praise, degradation, masturbation, sex toys, sub!matty, oral (f and m receiving)

Matty’s at work when you find it, tucked innocently away under his bed. You’re getting ready for your date and you drop an earring, sending it skittering into darkness. Groaning, you kneel, feeling blindly for it, and your hand bumps against a shoebox. Curious, you tug it into the light; it’s innocuous, plain black and not matching any of the shoes you know he owns, the tape loosely holding it shut practically inviting you to nose through its contents.

Peeling the lid off, you flush siren-red, staring down at the box in disbelief. Your boyfriend’s hidden sex toy collection sits in your lap, cock rings and vibrators and even a fucking fleshlight staring back up at you. Flustered, you shove the box back under the bed, filthy fantasies playing so vividly in your head that you can practically hear his sweet, syrupy moans as he fucks into the toy. He’d be flushed, sweating, taking out his frustrations on the plastic the way he uses you after a long day.

Head swimming, your thighs clench, kicking off your panties and collapsing back against the pillows. Your own collection of toys lives in one of Matty’s bedside drawers, and you retrieve one of your vibrators, pressing it intently to your clit. A buzz of sharp, delicious pleasure rockets up your spine, a moan of his name falling from your lips as you grind down against the toy. You don’t hear Matty until he announces his presence, too distracted by the liquid heat pooling between your thighs. 

“Hi, princess,” he says, and you jolt, heart racing. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” you snap, bucking your hips and moaning theatrically. “C’mere.”

Matty laughs softly, slowly crossing the room to kneel at the foot of the bed. “Don’t be a brat,” he scolds. “What’s got you all needy, darling?” Oh, if only he knew.

What’s left of your brainpower goes on holding your cards close to your chest. “Want you,” you murmur, and Matty clicks his tongue fondly, his hand covering yours at the base of the toy.

“Here, baby, let me,” he urges, leaning down to kiss you as your hand falls from between your legs to your side. He picks up a familiar rhythm, your vision blurring with pleasure as Matty rolls the toy over your swollen clit. “So, so pretty, baby,” he praises. “My gorgeous girl. Fuckin’ dripping for me, yeah? Always so wet for your Daddy. Pretty little slut.”

You squirm, his words swirling together with the dizzying pleasure pulsing under your skin. “Only for you, Daddy,” you promise, pouting up at him until he kisses you again, slowly running the vibrator along your inner thigh as you tremble in anticipation. Matty dials the vibration up a notch, a scream tearing from your throat as he brings it back to your sensitive clit, intense pleasure-pain arcing up your spine.

Heat pools low in your belly, blood pounding in your ears as your heartbeat thrums in your cunt. “That’s right, pretty baby,” he smirks against your lips. “You’re all mine.” Breathing hard against Matty’s mouth, you writhe against the toy, desperate little whines slipping from your lips as your orgasm builds at the base of your spine. “Are you close, darling?”

“Mhmm,” you moan, head hazy. “Please, Daddy. Wanna cum f’you,” you slur out, deliriated and almost drunk on his touch.

Matty clicks his tongue. “We have reservations, baby,” he smirks, pulling the vibrator away from your clit. The loss feels like a physical ache, your body thrashing in protest as Matty kisses you softly and pulls away, wandering off to clean the toy as your chest heaves. “Come on, darling,” he says, emerging from the bathroom and watching you trying to catch your breath. “We’re gonna be late.”

Seething and unsatisfied, you pick yourself up and dress for dinner. It is really lovely, a secluded table at one of your favourite restaurants, candlelight sparkling between you with Matty gazing adoringly over your food, but you can’t help the tightness in your limbs, your short responses. You mull over the events of the afternoon, your thoughts circling around that little box under his bed as a revenge plan forms in your mind.

And you never found that fucking earring.

The ice in your veins thaws the longer you scheme, trading in your folded arms and monosyllabic answers for coy smiles and teasing murmurs of yes, Daddy. You let him lead you home and into the bedroom, trading lazy kisses and grinding in his lap. Matty’s hand trails up your thigh, electricity sparking under your skin under his touch. He still thinks he’s in control, you think with a smirk, pinching gently at your thigh as you put on your best performance of being his good little girl.

“Found something earlier, Daddy,” you say, pulling back and tracing your hand down his chest, slowly popping the buttons of his shirt.

Matty chuckles indulgently, still blissfully unaware of what you have in store. “What’d you find, princess?”

You hop to your feet and pull the box free, opening the lid with a smirk. Swallowing thickly, Matty avoids your eyes, shifting nervously as you settle back in his lap. “Do you use all this stuff, Daddy?” you tease, crooking two fingers under his jaw to force his gaze back to yours. 

“I- I used to,” he stammers, and you thumb gently over one of the spots of red on his cheeks.

“S’okay, Daddy,” you murmur, the power he’s handing you thick in your veins. Something about using the sobriquet while he melts under you feels illicit, delicious as it falls easily from your lips. “Don’t have to be embarrassed. Did they make you feel good?” He only nods, seemingly rooted to the spot as you palm over the growing tent in his slacks. “Can I use them on you? Wanna make you feel good, too.” Shuddering, Matty nods again, and you pout down at him, shaking your head. “Words, Daddy. You should know by now,” you tut, dizzy as you use his words on him this time.

“Fuck, yes, I want that,” he gasps, rocking his hips up against your hand.

You giggle, the subtle shine in his eyes familiar, jaw slack in an expression you’ve seen countless times on your own face. “Can you say please, Daddy? S’polite, if I’m giving you what you want.”

“Fuck, please, angel,” Matty almost whimpers, helplessly needy under your touch. You raise an eyebrow in response, an expression you learned from him. “Want you to… use my toys. On me. Please,” he chokes out, hanging his head.

You smile fondly, pressing a kiss against his slack lips. “Good boy. Was that so hard?” Matty moans softly, shuddering as you pop the button of his trousers. “You like when I call you a good boy, Daddy?” you murmur breathily, the dichotomous epithets tangling together in the air between you, thick with lust and promise. “Can you strip for me, baby?”

Obediently, Matty tugs off his shirt and kicks off his slacks, laying against the pillows in just his boxers. You’ll never get over the sight of him like this, chest heaving and cock hard and heavy between his legs; a pulse of arousal washes over you and drips into your panties. A wet patch spreads near his waistband and you grin as you strip to your underwear and straddle him, grinding against his clothed cock and leaning down to kiss him. Matty tangles his hands in your hair, licking desperately into your mouth and rocking his hips against yours. “You need to relax, Daddy,” you say, smiling softly against his mouth and peppering soft kisses over his jaw. “It’ll be more fun that way.”

“Fuck, princess, I’m–” Matty cuts himself off with a gasp as you slide your hand under his waistband and squeeze him gently, cock twitching under your touch. You ease him out of his boxers, a shuddering groan escaping him as his cock thuds against his belly, flushed and dripping precum. 

“Oh, you want this really bad, don’t you, Daddy?” you coo, pumping him slowly, slick desire dripping from your words. “Always callin’ me a slut, but you were just waiting for your turn to be ruined, huh?” You barely recognise your voice, low and dark and dominating, reducing your boyfriend, your smart, suave, older boyfriend into a whining, pathetic mess with a few scant touches. “Are you a slut too, Daddy?” You’ve played with the power dynamic before; Matty needs to give up his control sometimes, when the stress of his day-to-day gets too much for him, but never like this, never turning his filthy, degrading words back on him. The feeling is addictive.

This time, you don’t even have to prompt him. “Yeah, ‘m… ‘M a slut, baby,” Matty whimpers, your cunt clenching at his words. In reward, you dig your nail into his slit, the tip of your finger coming up sticky and coated with the evidence of his desire.

“Such a good boy, Daddy. You ready?”

You climb off him, retrieving the fleshlight and turning back to him. He sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of your hands wrapped around the toy, hips shifting needily as he gasps out, “Yeah. Yeah, ‘m ready, baby. Please.”

You come back to him slowly, teasingly, but he’s been so good that you don’t want to torture him any longer. Uncapping a bottle of lube, you coat the toy in it, fingers sticky and dripping as you slowly slide it down his length. A shuddering moan escapes him, his eyes glued to the sight of you, whining and bucking his hips into the toy. “God, look so fuckin’ pretty like that,” you moan, grinding your hips down against the bed, bursts of hot pleasure rolling under your skin. “Can’t believe you own all this stuff, Daddy,” you giggle breathily, pinching a nipple through your bra as you stroke him. “So naughty. Did you have to settle for all these toys before you had me?”

“Yeah, I did, princess. Had to fuck a plastic pussy before I found the perfect girl to fuckin’ ruin.” Matty chokes out, his words sending a gush of arousal flooding between your legs. “Fuck, feels s’much better when you do it, baby. My best girl, always takin’ such good care of me,” he moans, hips rolling up into your hand.

One of your hands dips into your panties, arousal dripping against your fingers as you rub slow circles into your clit. Whining, you stroke him faster, his rhythmic gasps and whines speeding. Your gaze is fixated on his cock as it disappears into the toy, slick, wet sounds mixing with your moans in the sex-thick air between you. “God, I fuckin’ love seeing you like this. Love when you get all needy f’me, Daddy,” you moan, grinding down against your hand.

Matty’s whines pitch up, pathetically desperate as he chases his release. “‘M gettin’ close, princess, fuck,” he gasps, his thighs trembling. He looks more gorgeous than you’ve ever seen him, flushed red and shaking, sweat-damp curls sticking to his forehead. He’s a fucking vision, and you can’t resist torturing him a little longer.

“Hold it for me, just a little while longer, ‘kay, Daddy?” He whimpers in protest, hips rolling wantonly, all pretence of rhythm long abandoned. “Don’t you wanna be a good boy for me? ‘M always so good for you.” He musters up a scoff, and you fix him with a glare that makes him press his lips together, subdued. “I deserve it, don’t I?”

“Yeah, princess. You do. ‘M gonna be good, promise,” Matty says, face scrunching with effort as you pump his cock at an almost punishing pace. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, near-pained.

You tease him a little longer, his sweet, desperate moans falling straight to your core. Matty practically fucking pouts when you pull the toy off, and you scoff disparagingly. “Don’t be a brat. Was gonna let you finish in my mouth, but you can have this fuckin’ plastic back, if you prefer.”

“F-fuck, nonono, ‘m sorry, baby. Wanna cum in your pretty mouth.”

“You wanna, huh?” You click your tongue as he nods, whining and grasping at you. “How bad?”

“So fuckin’ bad, princess. God, I fuckin’ need it, fuck! Please, baby. Let me cum, wanna cum f’you,” Matty gasps, knuckles turning white as his hands fist in the sheets.

You frown, toying with the idea of denying him, revenging yourself for earlier, but he’s trying so hard to be good that you can’t bring yourself to. “Such a slut, Daddy,” you pout. “Gettin’ all dumb for me, huh?” He nods, another whimpered please falling unconsciously from his lips. “C’mon, say it. Say it, and I’ll let you cum, okay?” 

Leaning down, you press a kiss to his tip, licking the salt of him off your lips. “‘M a slut f’you, baby,” he slurs out. “Only you. My fucking girl.”

“Good boy,” you praise softly, taking Matty’s cock in your mouth and swallowing around him. He fists a hand in your hair, gasping and babbling praise as you bob your head, moaning around him. His choked gasp is the only warning you get before he’s spilling in your mouth, pulsing down your throat as you swallow greedily. Pulling off him with a groan, you sit back on your heels. “Taste so fucking good, Daddy,” you murmur, trailing your hand down his cheek with a smile. He grasps at you, taking greedy handfuls of your skin as he tugs you to him. Settling next to him, you grab his jaw and pull him into a slow, indulgent kiss, pressing the taste of him into his mouth as his lips press insistently against yours.

“Felt so fucking good, princess. Thank you s’much,” Matty murmurs, pressing close to you, his skin hot and sweat-slick against yours.

You laugh, carding a hand through his damp, messy curls, Matty unconsciously stretching up into the touch. “Oh, baby,” you croon. “I’m not done with you yet,” you smirk, and he shudders. “C’mon, lay back for me, Daddy. Want your mouth.”

He obeys, laying back as you straddle his face unashamedly. You’re soaked, dripping on his tongue, grinding down with a low whine. Pleasure licks up your spine as Matty devours you, nails digging into your thighs with eagerness. Your cunt clenches, already close to the edge just from the state of him, moaning helplessly between your thighs. “God,” you say, whining when Matty curls his tongue perfectly, heat throbbing in your core. “Love havin’ you as my fucktoy for a change.” His cock twitches at your words, and you chuckle softly. “Oh, you like that, Daddy? You like hearing what’s good little toy you are for me?” He sucks on your clit and you swallow a scream, blinding ecstasy spiralling through your limbs.

You lose your grip on reality the longer Matty tongue-fucks you, lapping at your soaked cunt with fervour. The burn in your thighs aches deliciously, mixing with the pleasure buzzing insistently in the base of your skull. His name tumbles from your lips, over and over as your awareness of anything else slips away. Your head is hazy, swimming in desire, Matty’s tongue swirling gloriously over your clit. “God, ‘m so fuckin’ close, Daddy,” you gasp, circling your hips faster as Matty dips his tongue back inside you. “Oh, my God,” you whine, pleasure coiled tight in your belly. He curls his tongue, mind-wiping pleasure sending you spiralling. You scream, ecstasy pooling in your belly and flooding out over Matty’s lips and chin as you moan and writhe helplessly on top of him. Molten pleasure hammers in your veins, your body loose on your bones as your hands tangle in the sheets.

“God, felt good,” you praise, climbing off him with a grin. “Love that pretty mouth of yours so much better when you’re not fuckin’ running it.” You pull him in for a kiss, greedily licking the taste of you out of his mouth. Indulgently, lazily, you kiss him for several long, blissful moments, Matty’s hands roaming over your body, electricity arcing under your skin to meet him.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmurs against your lips.  “Took such good care of me,” he smiles, flushing slightly and tucking his head into the crook of your neck. Gently, you scrape your nails over his scalp, Matty practically purring under your touch.

“Can you take a little more, Daddy? For me?” you murmur.

He lets out a shuddering breath. “Yeah. F’you,” he gasps, hips shifting against the bed. Lust and trepidation war on his face as you rifle through the box again.

“Good boy,” you praise, slicking up his cock and sliding the toy you’ve chosen down his cock until the ring sits at his base, the little vibrator snug against his length. “Have you ever used this with another girl, Daddy?” you tease, an echo of Matty’s usual words when you try something new.

“N-no,” he stammers, trembling with anticipation. “Only you, baby,” he promises.

You smirk, reaching down to switch on the vibrator. Matty gasps sharply, whining and whimpering pathetically as he shifts his hips against the stimulation. “Good answer,” you grin, lining up his cock and sinking down slowly. A long, low moan falls from your lips, the sensation unlike anything you’ve ever felt, pure pleasure rolling over you in waves. “God, s’like you’re my personal rabbit,” you gasp, grinding your clit against the vibrator and whining.

Matty’s nails dig into your hips, heat rolling up your spine. “Feels s’fucking good, baby, fuck,” he murmurs, bucking his hips against yours, the sweet jolt of pleasure intense as it rockets through your body. “God, s’so much, I can’t–” he gasps.

“Shh,” you whisper, condescendingly pressing a finger to his lips. “I’m gonna use you to get off, and you’re gonna lay there and take it like a good boy, okay, Daddy?” He gives a low, shuddering moan, nodding up at you with wide eyes and a slackened jaw. Slowly, you lift yourself almost all the way off him and slam your hips down, hot pleasure swallowing you whole. Your head tips back, chest heaving as you clench your cunt around him. Matty’s hips buck involuntarily, the sudden change in angle sending pleasure crashing over you.

Your head spins, the vibrations in your cunt working you into a frenzy, hips rolling against him. Obscene moans and slick, wet noises fill the room, your thighs burning gloriously as you bounce on him, heat welling between your legs and flooding your veins. Your body feels like a livewire, anchored to reality by Matty’s hands on your hips, dizzying ecstasy surging through every nerve at once.

Fire coils under your skin, your cunt soaked and dripping over him, your swollen, sensitive clit pressed against the vibrator as Matty gasps under you. “God, you feel so fucking good, princess,” he whines. “Drivin’ me crazy. Fucking– shit!” he hisses, fucking impossibly deep into you, stars shattering behind your lids and euphoria blooming under your skin.

“Fuck, Daddy, m’gonna–” you gasp, rocking your hips as liquid ecstasy drips down your spine. Matty thrusts into you one final time, the coil of heat between your thighs finally snapping. Your legs shake, your body caving in on itself, collapsing into pure bliss. Your vision whites out, whines and moans falling uncontrollably from your lips. A gush of arousal floods out of you, soaking Matty and pooling under you, sticky and hot against your skin.

“Fuck, shit, wanna cum s’bad, need it, baby, please,” Matty babbles, nails digging sharply into your hips as he shudders and bucks against you, whining incoherently. “Please, angel, it hurts,” he begs, eyes wide and pleading.

You croon softly, cunt fluttering with the aftershocks. “Yeah, go on, Daddy. Been such a good boy. Cum for me, okay?” Your words are all it takes, another achingly familiar reversal as he cums, a sound that’s half a cry of your name and half a keening moan tearing from his throat as he spills inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you,” he gasps, cock pulsing, hips meeting yours in aborted little thrusts.

Slowly, carefully, you climb off him and discard the toy, your body falling limp against the pillows. You pull Matty in for a soft, gentle kiss, pouring every ounce of the feeling in your chest against his mouth. “How… how was that?” you murmur as you pull back. “Are you feeling good?”

Matty gives a glowing smile, your chest warming at the sight. “I feel fucking amazing, princess,” he says, swollen lips meeting yours over and over, like he can’t resist. “Thank you, baby, really. I’ve never, uh… never done anything like that, um, with a girl, before. Felt really fucking good,” he grins dopily, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

You giggle breathlessly. “Now you know how I feel all the fucking time.” You curl into him, savouring the warmth of his skin against yours. “Always take such good care of me after, too. S’my turn now,” you promise, kissing gently at the corner of his mouth and sitting up. “Gonna get you some water, ‘kay? Run us a bath, maybe light some candles, make it nice for you, yeah?”

Matty gazes at you adoringly from the bed as you stand. “Such a sweet girl,” he says, more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him, still and sated and happy, the buzz of energy that perpetually emanates from him finally quieted.

“Only for you.”

(not t75 related)

i knew there was a reason i stopped rewatching shadow-hunters , Alec and Magnus make me actually fuckin sob the end of season three just tears my heart into a thousand pieces repairs it and tears it open again FOR. A. FULL. SEASON