Didn’t Have Time To Find A Halloween Outfit And Went Last Minute Drinking With Friends So Pulled Out

Also fuckin hell dude I just saw the Chicago Lollapalooza “Oh Caroline” from last night , and I legitimately stopped breathing when I saw G

Bros I’ve actually had enough of my life

update on the band situation

IMMA BE A LITTLE DRUMMER BOY

Part 24

Word count :2079

Mentions : just talking about codependency a lot in this chapter

George's POV

"Huh?", I totally didn't even register that I'd said what I'd said until I'd finished talking and now I look like a right idiot confessing how much I want him even though I've know him less than a week. What a knob I am, my mind is spiralling while he's just sat there with the biggest cheesiest grin and blushing

"You want me all to yourself, all you gotta do is ask Georgie", I looked up at him from where I was looking at my floor slight shock in my eyes I've barley know him a week as I've already said how do I as someone something like that he barley know me , I'm mental.

"Wh...eh...what do you mean love?", He might just be messing , hopefully , I'd get it , I understand why he'd be messing I have been kinda clingy, I have been all over him to just talk to me all the time maybe he's just trying to get me to back off , in's aging that everytime I think about him all I can hear is him telling his friend he likes me.

I watch him get comfortable on the floor and concentrate on what he's trying to say his mind already looks like it's racing "what I'm trying to say is um, I know we haven't know each other long, but like I feel this kind of like peace and tranquility when I'm around you and you keep me calm and I'm happy right, and people now a days are just striving to find happiness constantly looking for the pursuit of happiness and it's like if you not happy your wrong but that's not that case but either way you make me happy I don't have to pretend with you , I want you around , no , I need you around, so what I was trying to say is if you want me then you can have me, we don't have to label it as anything just yet, we can just talk and see where it goes", his hands flailing around as he's pulling his words together looking so animated "like it's nothing you have to force yanno just see where it goes and we can like , I don't know decide what we want to do at a later date if that's what you want", he lets out a big breath after ranting and shy smiles at me while picking at the skin around his nails.

It takes me a minute to process everything he just said and I lose myself in my thoughts until I hear slight movement on his side and jump out of my thoughts "if that's really what you'd like to do then I'd really love to give it a go but I don't want to put pressure on you" , There's no way he could be interested in me I'm not that amazing. "I really like you Matty".

"I really like you to Darlin , and I want to give this a go, I haven't properly tried with anyone in a long time, that's on me but I really want to try , and I need you to know that there will be times where I'm not talkative or might not wanna talk but please just bare with me when that does happen" , I'd give him anything he needs whenever he needs it so long as I always know how he's feeling and he communicates it with me.

"I promise I'll be what you need Matty", There's a smile adoring my face and my cheeks feel warm as shit and I can tell there blushing, his face mirrors mine on the other side. "Can I hear what you where writing ?", I start swaying on my chair. Swinging back and forth as he picks up his guitar from the floor and places the pick in his mouth again as he goes over the words on the paper

"It's not done yet but I'll show you what I have", he brings the pick down and begins to strum the guitar

"Now run,run away from the boys in the blue

Oh my car smells like chocolate

Hey now , I think about what to do

I Think about what to say

I Think about how to think

Pause it , play it , pause it , play it , pause it"

But every-time he says think it comes out more like fink and I swear it's the cutest thing ever. I'm in awe of him every-time I hear him play, hearing his voice a little crackly and raw is amazing.

"Oh , we go where nobody know

With guns hidden under out petticoats

No , where never gunna quit it

No , where never gunna quit it no"

He awkwardly placed the guitar down and pulls his jumper sleeve over his hands "that's all I have right now"

"It's kinda funky actually I really like it, any discourse behind it or just a vibe?" , he's searching me , I can see he's willing himself to talk his mouth opens a few times but no words come out, "you don't have to tell me"

"No, no....no..it's okay...it's about the night of the crash really...very losely based on what happened....it was quite cathartic writing it really", I just want to be there with him and watch him go through that writing process with him, write with him , make music with him, my room suddenly gets really cold again , I guess the heating is broken and they can't get it fixed yet. I pull my hoodie around me tightly and pull my hood up. "Are you alright darlin?".

"It's just cold in here is all, wish I could hold you, wish I could have you warming me up ?" , that's when my mind travels again, Imagine he was here with me right now, laying with me on top of my grey duvet, cuddled up together watching a movie or playing video game. Just melting into one another.

"Do you want a hug", he stretched out his arms towards me from his side of the screen as if to pull me into a hug and it just melted my brain.

"Love if I could possibly even touch you right now you wouldn't even have to ask" , I'm a stage four clinger the minute he's in my presence I don't know if I'd ever let go. "But yes love to answer your question I'd love a hug right about now"

I can see Matty looking around his room then he basically jumps up from his spot on the floor exiting the screen for a second but comes back with a really fluffy cardigan "I should send you this ay, because then you'd be warm and feel like your getting hugs at the same time and a bonus it smells like me, all the best things really" , I can see him holding it tightly and I can tell it means a lot to him even though it's just a cardigan.

"You don't have to do that if you don't want to you know" , I can feel myself blushing again, this is going to be a very common occurrence when I'm around him "it does look cozy though"

"I want to give it to you though" , I can't get over how  beautiful he is right now, he looks so small in his room, the juxtaposition between his tiny body against the high walls.

"If that's what you want handsome, hey sorry but back to the song, em do you mind telling me about Janey, just so I know how to help you when you get bad, if I know about how you guys where and stuff I might be able to help” , I know this is really out of the blue but I’ve just really thought about it the last few days that telling me about her might give me better understanding on how to help him when he gets into his head.

“W…w..why?”

“Sorry that was stupid of me , you don’t have to, I uh just thought that, if I know how things were between you two I might be able to help you better when your in your head” , I begin to panic a little as I don’t want him to think I’m prying or deliberately trying to hurt him by asking about something that upsets him but if he can talk about her it might help.

“No no darlin , it’s okay, it just caught me off guard a little that’s all, we were very codependent with one another from like a really really young age, for the longest time we thought we were brother and sister , because her mum was friends with my mum and dad , so she’d be round most days we went to the same nursery , grew up with each other, one year she went to Tenerife when we where about 8 or 9 I swear those ten days where the worst days of my life, cried every single day asking my mum how many days till she’s home , the night she got back, I begged my mum to ask if she could come sleep over which she did” , he’s smiling and looks so happy talking about her , he still has his sleeves draped over his hands and he’s curled himself inwards so he’s holding his knees to his chest, I wish I could be there to lend a supporting hand, but for now all I can do is listen.

“As we got older, we were still joined at the hip, couldn’t have one without the other really but things happened with her , her mum left when she was 11 and her dad basically turned into a drunk more or less , then she kinda turned into a little rebel herself but I wouldn’t let her do anything by herself so if she got I trouble we’d both get in trouble , blood bonds and all that” , I could see him get up from his position on the floor and set himself up at his desk .

“Sorry it was getting uncomfortable down there , anyway , yeh I’d have done anything for her , she was the best thing to ever happen in my life you know , I was always trying to impress her , I know she’d never like me that way cuz she liked girls which is also another reason that when we dated it didn’t last long , but she was always so beautiful and I always wanted to be around her, so when she was drinking , I was drinking , when she was smoking , I was too , and the same when it came to coke”

“I always just wanted to keep her safe , so if she was getting high I was gunna get high with her , didn’t want her doing it alone , wanted to protect her because I know what guys where like and what they’d be thinking so I wanted to be there all the time when she was getting high so she was safe, we used to only get high at parties but then it happened more often to get us through school , or get us through work and it got really bad and people started noticing so we tried to stop , the last party we were at we both tried not to but people kept offering us and we could say no and that’s when it all went to shit really “

“Cuz uh , yeh um , we went to this party down the road…” as he’s trying to finish the story I can see him rise from his chair and start pacing around while trying to find his words hands racking together. So I let out a .

“Matty my love , it’s okay , if this is to hard , we can talk about this another time if it’s to tricky”, I’m trying to get him to hear me but he’s pacing and not paying much attention to me “Matty ?, darlin?, MATTHEW ?” , he pauses his movement and looks at me his eyes slightly glasses. “My love come sit down please , I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ask , it’s too hard for you too talk about right now”

As he sits down his head is in his hands again and I can hear slight sniffling on his end “Matty I’m sorry , I didn’t mean too”, he looks up at me and gives me a half-hearted smile.

“It’s okay darling, it’s not your fault, I just miss her like I’m missing part of me”

Who wants to help me decide what hair style we think Matty would have in my menswear. Fanfic (the one that I’ve written him as trans)

I can’t pick and I’m so interested in what you guys think would be a good little hairstyle for him (obviously from the ones he’s had beofre )

Bro I’ve found a way to incorporate Menswear lyrics into my next chapter and I’m so fuckin buzzzzzzin

Here we go here’s my wrapped for 2023 guys

Been a great one , I honestly expected nothing less tbh 😂

I don’t feel grown up enough at my big age (23 ) to be going to an Embassy to be picking something up this isn’t funny

This is just arghhh

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 – 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐲

your boyfriend needs you to take care of him.

a/n: i have Nothing to say. enjoy, u horny mfs <3

pairing: matty x female reader

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), sub!matty, dom!reader, swearing, praise, degradation, light bondage, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, choking, typos

word count: 3k

“I swear I didn’t–” Matty’s eyes flutter shut when you pull at his hair, lips parting as he lets out a moan. “–Fuck, I need you so bad.”

“You’re mine, got it?” You drag the pad of your thumb across his plump bottom lip, loving how his breath hitches in his throat at the soft touch. With your body so close to his, you could feel his cock straining against his pants, just how you liked it. “You fucking loved having that bitch all over you, didn’t you, slut?”

“I–I didn’t, mmph–y–you’re so good to me…‘m yours…all yours,” You smile proudly, dipping your head down to bite at the skin of his neck. He gasps, rutting his hips into you. 

“Nuh-uh. Don’t even try that, baby boy. Go sit on the bed for me.” He scurries past you and you slip off your heels by the door before following him. It was honestly quite cute how desperately Matty needed to be dominated sometimes. His control needed to be given up to free himself of all thoughts, and he was willing to give that control to you. You took it with great honor.

Matty was always too afraid to ask you to be rough with him, so he figured out how to make you be rough with him, make you use him however you wanted— all he had to do was piss you off. 

You stand in the doorway, admiring the way he was perched on your shared bed, patiently waiting for you to give him another order. He was so fucking hot like this, at your mercy, silently begging for you to ruin him. 

“Strip.” Your voice is firm, full of authority. It makes Matty’s cock twitch in his pants. He wanted to let go; wanted to get on his knees for you, only you. You watch him take off his clothes in a hurry, sitting back down on the bed as soon as he sheds the last piece of clothing. 

You walk over to him, petting his messy mop of curls as he opens his legs, allowing you to stand between them. He tightly wraps his arms around your waist, leaning his head forward so he could hide his face in your chest. God, he was really fucking needy right now. 

A part of you wants to stop and ask if he was alright, if he was stressed about something, but his little whimpers tell you that the only thing he needed right now was you–he didn’t want to think for himself anymore. 

You twirl one of his curls around your finger and use your other hand to gently scratch at his nape. He moans into the cotton of your shirt, somehow hugging you tighter than before. “Good boy.”

“Need you, need you,” Matty babbles into your chest. Your heart beats faster when you hear how shaky his voice was. This vulnerability from him was rare and you wanted to make it last. You kneel, lifting his head off your chest, reaching to cradle his cheeks. 

“What d’you need from me, baby? Tell me.” You press kisses to his face, letting him take his time to answer. 

“Need you to touch me, please, please, touch me.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he stares at you, pleading with his big brown eyes. He was like a little lost puppy. 

“Go on, lay back on the pillows, sweetheart.” You press a kiss to his nose and he moves up bed to do as he’s told. His head hits the plush of the pillows and you crawl up his body, choosing to sit on his thighs rather than his stomach– you need to see all of him.

His cock is already hard, aching. You were itching to have him down your throat, but you relent. He still made you mad after all; flirting with a random girl at the bar, whispering in her ear with his eyes locked on yours. You wanted to break him, show him who he belonged to. 

“Got such a pretty fucking cock,” You wrap your fingers around his length and Matty hisses, jolting at the touch. Your fingers drag down the skin of his belly, delicately tracing the lines of his hip tattoo when you reach it–your right hand staying stagnant at the base of his cock. 

“Y–yours to use. Fuck, oh–” You lean down to lick at his tip, collecting his precum on your tongue. A soft moan escapes you and his hands instinctively go to grip your hips. 

You slap them away, removing your hands from his body completely. “Didn’t say you could touch me now, did I?” Matty moans, digging his head back into the pillow. “Don’t want to have to tell you again, Matty.”

“‘M sorry,” His hands go to grip the white sheets, “Baby, please.”

“Please what?” You smirk, dipping your head again to suck on his tip. He bucks his hips up and you splay a hand across his lower stomach, pressing his body into the mattress. You remove your mouth from him and spit on his cock.

He goes feral when you start to stroke him– crying out as he watches your saliva dripping down his length. “Fuck! Anything—do whatever you want to me, darling, please.”

Matty’s eyes are hooded with pleasure, his mouth agape. He was fucking perfect for you, every single session. Your perfect boy. 

You reach up to caress his cheek, admiring the way he leans into your touch and turns his head to kiss your palm. “Mmm, just a dumb little whore for me, hm?” You brush his hair out of his face and he nods furiously. 

You slip your shirt over your head, discarding it on the floor. The man under you gapes at the way your breasts fill your lacy bra, biting his lip when you unclasp it and throw it near your shirt. 

“Can I, p-please?” His eyes flick from your tits to your face. You move up his body, now sitting on his stomach. Matty can’t help but whine when he realizes you weren’t going to pay attention to his cock anymore. 

He immediately gets over it when you shove your tits in his face. “Yes, darling, go on.”

He attaches his mouth to your nipple, lolling his tongue around the bud like his life depended on it. One of your hands is on the pillow to prop you up and the other tugs at his hair, hard. A low groan rips from his chest as he switches to suck on your other tit. 

“Mm–shit–so fucking good for me,” You pull at his hair again, “Such a good boy…”

He removes his mouth from your tits and you rub your thumb over his pink lips, “Open.”

Matty obliges, taking your thumb in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around your digit, brown eyes clouded with lust. You grind down on him, pushing your ass back into his cock ever so slightly; he moans around you, attempting to roll his hips up against yours. 

When you pull your finger out of his mouth, he releases it with a pop. A grin is spread across your face as you lean down, kissing him feverishly– lips burning with desire. He kisses back with the same passion. 

You break the kiss, placing a hand on the waistband of your jeans as you sit up straight. 

“Do you think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy?” You coo, unbuttoning your jeans. He squirms beneath you and, once again, grabs at your hips, too excited to even think straight. You stop all movements, stilling above him. His eyes widen when he realizes he’s touched you and he immediately pulls back his hands, laying them at his sides. He knew it was too late, he’d already disobeyed your rules.

“Fuck and just when I was about to reward you too, slut.” You dismount him, ignoring the way he whimpers at the loss of your body on top of his. 

You open your closet and start digging through the shit you and Matty have accumulated these past couple of years, quickly finding what you were looking for. A black silk scarf. 

Padding back over to him, your lips curve into a devious smile when you see him lying there, fucked-out and writhing on the sheets. The realization of the power you had over him right now sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Since you can’t fuckin’ listen to me,” You climb on the bed, crawling over his body, “I gotta tie you up.”

You take his wrists in your hands, watching the way his chest rises and falls at a rapid pace. He whines as you tie his wrists together, raising his hands to fasten them to the headboard. 

“Please, please, I’m sorry I touched you, please.” He had no idea what the fuck he was begging for, he just needed you to alleviate some of the tension in his body.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking cute when you beg like that, my love.” You kiss his forehead, climbing off him again to quickly slip off your jeans and panties. Kicking them somewhere on the floor, you move to kneel next to him. 

You lightly drag your nails down the side of his cock and Matty moans out, kicking his feet and pulling at the silk tie. 

“Don’t make me tie your legs too.” He whimpers at that, closing his eyes as your fingers ghost across his thighs. 

You remove your hands from him, leaning back on your heels and parting your legs so he could see the mess between your thighs. Matty curses when his eyes fall on your dripping cunt. 

“See how fucking wet you made me? God, I love it when you let me take care of you.” You drag a hand down your body, beginning to slowly rub circles on your clit – a loud moan slips past your lips, sweet relief. 

Palming one of your tits, you press harder, staring at Matty’s blissed-out expression. 

“Use me, please. Use me to get off, please, wanna make you feel good.” He begs, pouting and bucking his hips up in the air. 

You release a shaky breath, honestly needing him as much as he needed you. 

“I can’t fucking resist you—fuck—My perfect boy.” You breathe, mounting him again. This time though, you move all the way up his body, standing on your knees, cunt right above his pretty little face. 

“Show me how much you need me…” You lower your cunt down onto his face and he immediately starts to lick your clit, only moving from it when you let out a mewl above him. He yanks the silk tie, itching to roam your body with his hands. His tongue works quickly– no, efficiently, he knows how to get you off. 

You grip the headboard, knuckles turning a stark white. Your right-hand finds its place in his hair, scratching at his scalp gently before tugging on his dark locks. 

Matty whines, moving down to dip his tongue into your entrance, nose nudging your clit. 

“Fuck, s–shit, Matty!” You moan, taking your left hand off the headboard to grab your tit, rolling your nipple between your fingers. Your hips rut against Matty’s face; you were fully using him for your own pleasure, just like he asked. 

He fucks his tongue into you skillfully, determined to make you fall apart. The only thought in his brain was pleasing you, just you. He worships you, treats you like a goddess. You love it. You love him. 

You look down at him, seeing his eyes flutter shut as he laps at you. 

“Doing so well, my darling.” You clamp your thighs around his head, muffling the wet, filthy noises that fill the room. His eyes find yours as he sucks on your clit. 

The sight, oh it was fucking lewd. His pupils were blown, curls an unruly mess from your constant tugging. It was going to push you over the edge. 

“Good boy, gonna make me fuckin’ cum–mmm, ohmygod.” He hums into your pussy, licking a flat stripe up your slit before grazing his teeth against your clit. 

You fist his hair, pulling at it as hard as possible when you come undone on his face. Your legs start to shake and you’re barely able to think straight– but you continue to grind on him, riding out your orgasm. He licks up your cum, every last drop, moaning loudly into your pussy.

As you come down from your high, you lift yourself off his face and scoot back to perch yourself on his ink-covered torso. A lazy grin spreads across his face, chin and mouth glistening with your wetness. You kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth. 

“I love you, love you so much, want to milk your fucking cock now, how does that sound, baby boy?” You drag your nails down his chest as you position yourself above his red, leaking cock. 

“Fuck yes! Please! Need you–mmph–need you to fuck me now, please,” He throws his head back when you grip the base of his cock. You sink down slightly, allowing his tip to tease your entrance. He groans, struggling against the tie once again. 

“Baby, please promise you’ll tell me when you need me in this way, okay? Want to make sure my darling is taken care of. Don’t ever have to make me mad to get attention,” You rake your hand through his hair, kissing his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips. He nods, brown eyes full of adoration, lust, need. 

You sink down on him without warning. A pathetic whimper slips past Matty’s lips as you let him stretch you out, clenching your walls around his aching cock. 

“Ah–fu–fuck.” He lets out a groan and you raise your hips, then sink back down on him. You moan, he’s deep in you, fucking filling you. 

You place your hands on his chest, using him for support as you bounce on his cock. He looked like sex, flushed and sweaty under your mercy. 

He whines, staring at his cock as it disappears inside you. You use your right hand to tilt his chin up, looking into his eyes as you shove two fingers in his mouth. You’ve created a steady rhythm with your hips, fucking him with skill. 

Matty moans around your fingers, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you start riding him faster. 

“My pretty boy…fuckin’ made for me,” Your left-hand runs up his chest, wrapping your fingers around his throat and applying the slightest bit of pressure. He closes his eyes, helping you by snapping his hips up into yours; it was obvious he was close to cumming, but he’d been good tonight, he deserved it, so you squeeze his throat a little harder to push him over the edge. 

You didn’t expect him to last for long– you pull your fingers out of his mouth so you can hear his little noises again. 

“Mm, ‘m cumming, g-gonna cum, please–fuck, shit, baby–please!” Matty cries out and you can see tears prick at the corners of his eyes. You lean down to pepper his face with sweet kisses, petting his hair as you roll your hips on his. 

Your breath fans over the shell of his ear, “Been such a good boy for me, love, please fill me up.” 

His body falls limp and he spills his load into you, filling you completely with spurts of warm cum. “Thank you, Jesus fucking Christ, thank you.” 

“No, thank you, sweetheart,” You continue to run your fingers through his hair as he catches his breath; you’ve already completely stopped the movement of your hips. He notices this after a few moments and raises his head to look at you. 

“You didn’t cum,” His face looks a bit sad as you reach up to pull at the silk tie bounding him to the bed. You take his wrists in your hands and undo the knot, throwing the soft fabric on the end of the bed. 

You kiss his wrists, a bit red from struggling against the restraint. Gently massaging them with your thumbs, you lean down to press a wet kiss to his forehead. “Don’t worry about me, my love, you already got me off before, remember?” 

He nods, too tired to argue about it. His cock goes soft inside you and you slowly lift yourself off of him, both of you hissing at the loss of contact. You kiss his cheek and move to climb off the bed but he stops you, grabbing at your arm.

“Stay, baby, please? Don’t leave.” You almost start crying right there and then when you turn to look at his sad eyes. He never wanted you to stop touching him. 

“Matty, honey, I’m gonna grab some clean boxers for you and then go to the bathroom for just a minute, then I’ll be back okay? I promise.” You coo at him, soothingly stroking his cheek with your hand. 

“Mkay. Be quick, please?” His lips turn up into a smile and you giggle, nodding and finally escaping from the warmth of your bed. 

You come back a few minutes later, a fresh pair of boxers from the dryer and a glass of water in hand. Matty waits lying on his side, but his head immediately lifts from the pillow when he hears you walk over to the bed.

“Ok, sweetheart, drink some water and then I’ll help you put these on.”

He sips on the water and looks at you over the rim of the glass, “I can put my underwear on myself, I’m a man, you know.” 

“Oh piss off, I was trying to fuckin’ take care of you.” He laughs and takes the boxers, slipping them over his hips as you walk over to your side of the bed. You had put on one of Matty’s shirts before you left the room earlier.

You lay down next to him, pulling him into your body. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck, curls tickling the underside of your jaw. 

“I love you,” Matty whispers and squeezes you tighter. His lips leave feather-light kisses below your ear. 

“I love you more. Go to sleep now, love.”