Always 🥹🫨 Can’t Get Enough

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“Are you scared to look into my eyes?” he teased, holding my hips tightly as I straddled his waist. He watched me with heavy eyes, his head laid back against my pillows. The day had slipped by soundlessly, and we watched the evening swallow the sun from my twin-sized bed.

“You’re trying to make me nervous,” I whined, staring down at his hands. He reached to open the window, the muscles in his neck taut. I imagined letting a finger trace down the tight tendon, trailing below his cotton t-shirt to find the end of it.

“Is it working?” he smirked, grabbing his pack of cigarettes. My throat went dry, and I watched the flash of the lighter in silence. His eyes closed as he inhaled, his stubbled cheeks hollowing. I craved the friction of his jaw, thinking of the red marks it would leave on my skin. I longed for any sign of him, any proof that he was real. He blew smoke from the side of his mouth out the window. “Is it?” he repeated.

“No,” I lied, and he laughed, placing the cigarette between my lips.

“Look at me,” he whispered. He left his fingers pressed against my mouth as I took a slow drag, his dark eyes burning into mine. He watched the smoke curl out of my mouth, pleased. “Pretty.” He put the cigarette back in his mouth, letting it hang from his lip. I had to look away.

“It would be easier if you didn’t look at me like that,” I mumbled, taking the cigarette from his lips and stubbing it out. He frowned, tilting his head to the side.

“Like what?” he drawled, hiding a smirk. He wanted me to say it aloud, as he always did. He could coax anything from my lips.

“Don’t start,” I reached for his hand, pushing the rough pads of his fingers against my cheekbone. He thumbed the corner of my mouth.

“You don’t like how I look at you?” he asked, determined. He let out an exaggerated, ragged sigh. “That hurts, darling.”

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t say that.”

“Alright,” he clapped his hand over his eyes, “Better?” I giggled to mollify him. I stuck my tongue out at him, and he returned the gesture almost immediately.

“You’re peeking,” I gasped, and he shrugged, removing his hand and placing it on my other cheek, cradling my head.

“Whatever,” he grunted, and shifted to sit a bit more upright, “Have you got anything to drink?”

“I thought you had to go home soon,” I said, turning my head to kiss his palm.

“Oh, let me stay, baby,” he pleaded, wrapping his fingers in my hair, “Please?”

“I have a bit of wine,” I smiled, and he kissed my forehead. He flipped us over, kissing at my neck as my back arched against the mattress. I covered my grin with my hand, skin flushing at his gratitude.

“Give me a kiss, darling,” his mouth found mine, placing a round, weighted kiss. His tongue drifted to mine, the taste of sharp tobacco and toothpaste filling my mouth. The friction of his unshaven face burned my jaw, and I stifled a moan. He breathed through a laugh, lips turning upwards against mine.

“Don’t laugh,” I meant to sound firm, but it came out as a whimper. His hands were crawling over me.

“I’m not,” his chest was pressed flush to mine, making each of my inhales a challenge, “You’re so pretty.” I huffed, turning my head away at his compliment.

“Don’t,” I warned again.

“What?” he laughed, feigning innocence, “My pretty girl.” I looked at him sternly, and he dropped his head to my chest, shoulder shaking with silent laughter.

“Go get the wine.”

“Sure,” he trailed his hand down my arm, catching my wrist and kissing the back of my hand, “Stay like this for me.” I buried my head in the pillow.

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Ootd - I’m obsessed with Jakcet I swear to god I love it so much

My friends are very passionate about circumcised or uncircumcised penis’

Any opinion

Here's the sub matty request

warning: smut

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“Matty—You gave me a fright, Jesus!” She gasped as she watched him walk through the door, remarkably early, his hair noticeably identical to the way it looked when he left not too long ago, and his gym bag full. “Thought you’d be happy about it.” Matty mumbled, startling her a second time when he let his bag drop to the floor with a thud. “Did you forget something? I packed your gi and your guard and everything.” “Not going anymore.” His reply was terse, but just saying those 3 words took a lot out of him. “Why not?” “You’re the one who’s been complaining that we never spend any time together when I’m home.” She heard the edge in his tone but chose to look past it. “You- were halfway there but you turned around and came back home to spend time with me? Have you told your face that? Or your voice?” Matty remained silent, looking past her and breathing deeply to keep from letting the snide comments slip out of his mouth. He felt like a balloon being pumped full of air. Slowly but surely, growing bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until finally, one last pump of air and “You’re ignoring me.” POP! “For fucks sakes!!!!” Matty yelled, both of his hands flying to his temples. “When will this interrogation end, officer?!!! Am I free to leave? Are we fuckin done here??” The balloon had burst.

Matty’s chest heaved, his eyes staring down at his shoes. The sound of his own voice from moments ago still echoed in his ears. He shouldn’t have done that. He shouldn’t have yelled. And he shouldn’t have been cruel with his words either. But it’s too late now. He can’t take any of it back. The silence between them was deafening, the air felt heavy. He tore his eyes away from the floor for a moment, to glance at her, but the second that they locked eyes, he felt the tears begin to sting. He looked away as his lower lip began to tremble. He didnt want to cry. Not in front of her at least. He recalled reading somewhere that pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth could prevent crying. His tongue raised inside his mouth, testing to see if it would work. He was overcome with guilt. He couldn’t possibly look her in the eyes after his ridiculous outburst. He turned around, to hide his face, sniffling with his back towards her.

Calmly, she walked across the room towards him. Matty wiped his tears on his arm as he felt her approaching.

“Matty…” she cooed softly. “No- I- just- need a minute.” His plea punctuated with sniveling. Disregarding what he’d said, she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. The soft gesture shook him, a loud sob tore through his chest. His knees seemed to buckle, but she quickly hooked her arms underneath his armpits him from behind, holding him up.

“It’s okay, Matty. You’re okay. Please don’t cry.” She whispered, her chest pressed to his back. It broke her heart to see him like this. “Let’s sit down, yeah? Can you do that for me?” At her suggestion, Matty straightened his legs, pulling himself together and stepping outside of her embrace. She trailed behind him, sitting right next to him and placing her hand on his back, rubbing it gently. “No, please. I don’t deserve this. Don’t deserve to be consoled right now.” Matty attempted to squirm away, shrug off her hand, but he was trapped between her body and the arm of the couch with nowhere to go. “Hush, now. None of that.” “I- yelled at you. I was mean.” He blubbered as she pulled him closer, kissing his cheek and rest his head on her shoulder. “It’s okay, Matty. You didn’t mean it.” She wasn’t shaken by any of this because she’d seen it coming, expected it for a while now. He’d been short and snippy with her since getting home. She could see the stress and exhaustion written all over his face from the second that he’d walked through the “Arrivals” gate at the airport. “I didn’t. I’ve just been- it’s been-“ he searched his mind for the right words to justify his behavior lately, but there were none. “You’ve been stressed.” She finished the sentence for him. “You’ve been working yourself to death. I mean, you’re home for- what- like….five days?” He nodded, surrendering to where he knew this conversation was going. “You’ve been here three days and I’ve barely seen you. All I see of you is getting up early to get to the studio, or to make a meeting with someone. Last night, I found you passed out on the couch, with your shoes still on.” “I’m sorry- I-“ “I’m not mad, Matty. I’m just saying. You’ve been overwhelmed. And, when you’re overwhelmed, you have a tendency to lash out. You try to control things with a tighter grip- to its like you think that if you just push hard enough, you’ll feel better, but it just makes things worse.” Matty pulled his head off her shoulder, sitting up straight. She looked into his eyes and saw him looking back. Like a lost kid, begging for direction. “Just….can’t make my brain stop. It won’t stop.” He mumbled, leaning forward and holding his head in his hands. “I feel like if I give up control, I’ll drown.” “Baby, you’ll never drown as long as I’m around.”

“You sure you want this?” She pulled his face from where he’d buried it in embarrassment, in the crook of her neck. Matty blushed when he felt the intensity of her eyes on him, studying his face for any signs of hesitation. “Yes. I’m sure. Promise.” He whispered

It wasn’t that they’d never done this before. Had sex after an argument. Makeup sex could be great sometimes. Whether it was a huge fight that left them both in tears and in need of intimacy and reassurance, or a simple spat that had blown out of proportion in the heat of the moment turning from anger to passion, they weren’t exactly shy about it. But this felt different. With one of them more vulnerable than the other, it was slightly new territory.

Matty could tell that she was still uncertain. He looked directly into her eyes. “I just- want you to break my brain. Stop it from thinking.”

She placed a gentle hand to his cheek, without a a second thought matty felt thumb next to his mouth and dipped his head lower and took her finger into his mouth.

The gesture lit an insatiable fire within her that longed to consume him instantly. And he could see its spark in her eyes.

“Ah-ah! Nope. Don’t even bother. You just lay there and look pretty.” She rounded the bed like a vulture circling its prey. “Don’t deprive me of the pleasure of peeling that uniform off of your body. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve pictured myself doing that?” She bit her lower lip at the memory, towering over him and running a finger down his shirt.

The black polyester fabric of the rash guard separated his skin from hers, but Matty almost felt himself shiver. His mind and body already beginning to surrender. That, was the feeling he craved most when they were apart.

She pulled his shirt over his head. Tossing it to the floor. His shorts followed not too long after. She stepped back for a moment, taking in the sight of him splayed out on the bed, in nothing but his underwear, looking at up at her. “the brain breaking that you’ve requested requires a special combination of pain and pleasure.” She stated calmly before turning around and reluctantly walking away from him, towards her nightstand drawer. “I need some tools.” Matty couldn’t tell what, exactly, she was rummaging around for, nor did he want to guess. He’d find out soon enough. This wasn’t about him predicting and controlling what happened next. It was about, just, letting it happen. “There’s just something about having a man like you, who looks like- that” she gestured at his biceps and his torso, be completely at my mercy. She tied his wrists, one at a time, to the bed frame. “Look at that.” She tilted her head, admiring his flexed arms against the restraints. “Gorgeous. I could sit here and stare at your beauty for hours.” Her voice small, hypnotized. She shook herself out of her trance. “But don’t worry. I won’t. We’ve got more intense things to worry about.” Matty turned his head to the side and watched her pick up his cigarette lighter. Then, she broke a piece of wax play candle out of its container and lit it over his exposed chest.

She smiled, watching as drops of hot wax dropped onto Matty’s chest making him flinch and wince. She’s started slow, one drop at a time, giving him a chance to warm up and connect with his body, but she wanted to have fun now. She tilted the candle upside down completely, moving her hand forward and directing a stream of freshly melted, liquid wax to splash over Matty’s nipples. “No- fuck!” He bucked his hips reflexively attempting to squirm away. “Shiiiit-“ as the wax spilled Matty’s primal scream filled the room, drowning out the sound of the restraints pulling at the bed frame.

She look down at the artwork she’d created on Matty’s skin. The wax had dried over his chest in all sorts of shapes and patterns, some dots lined his tattoos, other lines squiggled around or ran across his chest from the top right, over his nipple, diagonally to the bottom left just abo his hip, it was quite the abstract painting. But it was now time to scrape it off. “This may hurt.” She giggled to herself as she picked up the flogger, swinging it in the air. Matty’s eyes widened as the flogger came into view, but before he had a chance to protest, she hit him square in the middle of his stomach, knocking the wind out of his lungs and rendering him speechless. A few warm up hits later, she reigned the flogger down on him relentlessly, the pain doubling as the leather scratched at the wax on his chest. He felt breathless, sweat running down his flexed biceps, wrists struggling tightly as he winced and moaned in pain. “This what you wanted, darling?” Matty attempted to nod. She shook her head and he knew what she meant. “Sorry- I- um- fuck!” His body jolted at a particularly painful piece of wax pulling at his chest hair as it ripped away. “Yes. This is what I need. Yes- thank you. Thank you. Thank you. A-fu- than-k- you.” He chanted over and over to the rhythm of the flogger.

By the time that she’d tossed the flogger aside, Matty was gasping for breath, the skin from his chest to his hip bone throbbing, painful, bright red and bruised. “Oh, baby.” Her words were pitiful but she had a satisfied smile on her face as she sat on the edge of the bed next to him, her hands lightly touching his hot skin. “That looks painful.” She whispered, almost to herself. Slowly, she dipped her head low, placing soft kisses to the body she’d just tortured. Matty jolted at first, the soft feeling surprising him. He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the sensation of her lips on him, but his skin was much too sensitive. He couldn’t help but whine and bite the inside of his cheek. “Ow-umm thank- ah!” “Don’t thank me yet, baby.” She glanced lower, at the obvious bulge in his underwear. If matty had his wits about him he’d probably beg for release or something, but she could tell the mix of sensations had overwhelmed him. His lay there, chest rising and falling rapidly, pupils blown, his damp curls a mess. She leaned over to kiss him quickly before moving to retrieve some lube. “Alright, my love.” Matty gasped, his hips bucking off the mattress as he felt her hand reach into the waistband of his underwear and pull at his hardened cock. His eyes fluttered shut instantly, a long, deep and guttural moan leaving his lips. “Oh- fuck- baby-“ his brows knitted, he whined pathetically as she proceeded to pump him with her hand. “Yes, yes, yes” he repeated, his hips meeting her rhythm almost automatically- without him even having to try. “How’s that feel, honey?” Matty couldn’t understand why, but that single word, “honey” is what sent him over the edge, breaking his resolve and sending him hurling into sub space. He was practically useless now. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get much of a response out of him at this point. “Stay with me, my love. That feel good?” It took him a moment to hear and process her voice. “Uhhu.” He mumbled incoherently. She tugged at his balls. “Can feel you getting closer.” All she could hear from him were non specific grunts and moans. His legs beginning to tremble and his eyes rolling to the back of his head, he attempted to ask for permission, even as he struggled to string words together. “Oh god- I- mm- I-“ “I know, baby. It’s okay. You can let go. Cum for me, Matty” He let go with a rough scream that scratched at his throat. His head pushing against the pillow, neck strained and the veins on its side, noticeable. She heard his feet fall limply back onto the bed as he came down. Everything was still and quiet for a moment. Matty was too overwhelmed to open his eyes. But he felt her hands in his hair, caressing it gently as she spoke softly and sweetly, coaxing him back into his body. “You did so good, my love. You’re always so, so good for me no matter how hard I make it on you.” She wasn’t sure if he was even listening, so she untied one of his wrists, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it. A moment later, she felt him squeeze back, weakly. Relief washed over her. “I’m so so lucky to have you. You’re perfect.” She kissed the back of his hand. Faintly, but unmistakably, she heard him whisper. “I love you.”

I swear my dad had the United tattoo aswell ❤️

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I posted the wrong comment with the wrong video that’s embarrassing but hey ho we move 😂😂😂

When you’ve got the world beat laptop lock-screen and your laptop is plugged into your tv and this is all you seeeee 😍😍😍😍

JUST GOT A HAIRCUT AND ITS SIMILAR TO MY PROFILE PIC NOT EXACTLY THE SAME CUZ MY HAIR IS SHORTER BUT ARGHHH

Anyone think Matty knows this version 😂😂

Menswear

Chapter 3

Mention of dysphoria and dysfunctional families

The next morning

I woke up to my alarm 7 on the dot, more startled awake then by choice. George was wrapped up in my duvet next to me, like most mornings. His hair strewn across the pillow just like a halo , like the angel he is. From as young as I can remember he’s always had the most angelic face , one I’ve wanted to kiss for the longest time, the feeling only grew stronger the older I got but I just never knew how to talk about it. Like most mornings when I woke first I just watched him sleep, so peacefully. I watched his eyes flicker, the brown in them starting to make an appearance. “You know you can just take a picture right??, it’ll last longer”, he’s a dipshit but he’s my dipshit. He scrubbed his eyes harshly to wake himself up a little then rose slowly to rest against the headboard placing one hand on my forehead probably to check my temperature. “How you feeling today lad?”.

“I feel a little better, I feel a bit stuffy and my throat feels like razors but really everything else is fine, think I just have a cold”, I was a complete mess yesterday and I know it, I feel bad that the lads had to look after me but I just seriously wasn’t feeling it and something about having someone give you all there attention feels nice even when you don’t want it. “Thanks for yesterday by the way” , I’ve always relied on the boys to help me, I depend on them as sad as that may be.

“Don’t mention it , you’d have done the same for any of us”, I would have yes!, anything for them. “Are you sure your feeling alright though , well enough for school, I know what your like”. He’s not wrong I can be a right idiot at school sometimes if I ain’t feeling right. It’s fine though.

“I’m alright yeh, get your arse up we have to get ready, my mum left your stuff in the dryer , you can go get it and I’ll get dressed yeh?” , I hopped out off bed and began to get my uniform out of my wardrobe, I heard George groan and fall back onto the bed. “Bro you gotta get up”, I picked up a hat from the computer chair next to me and flung it in his direction just missing his head and hitting the headboard. “Come on”

“Ughhh….dude five more minutes”, George is quite the challenge to wake up in the morning, once he’s out of bed he’s raring to go and always full of energy but until that point, nope. Where as I can get up but until I’ve had a coffee I’m basically a zombie. “It’s to late I’ve bonded to mattress, I have become one with the bed, there’s no saving me”

“Come on you fuckin flamingo get up”, I took a minute to look through my wardrobe for my blazer upon not finding it I swiftly ran over to George’s side of the bed and jumped on him immediately tickling his chest and any piece of skin available to me “Get up, get up , get up”, his ever present stupid high-pitched laugh soon enveloped my room and hearing it myself made me giggle with him. His laugh is always contagious. He begins thrashing around begging me to stop but I continue my attack. “I’ll stop if you get up ditwit”

“Fine, fine , okay….stop…I can’t breath…I’ll get up”, I rolled off of him in fits of giggles, struggling to breath for myself. “Your actually a fuckin nightmare you know that right, in the best way possible your a dick”, he flung the duvet off of himself which inturn made it drape over me, and as he stood up he pushed me causing me to roll off of the bed. “ hah stuuuuupid”

“Fuck you , you hobgoblin ”, again we were both laughing, the amount of random names I’ve called George over the years is insane and they still get more and more ridiculous.

Finally though he did leave and I began to get myself ready for the day, binder, shirt, trousers and shoes, still not a fuckin clue where any of my blazers are. Or my tie for that matter. Just as I was tying my shoes there was a tiny little knock on my door “Maffew, are you awake”, Shit we probably woke him up we were being kinda loud.

“Yeh I’m awake kiddo come in”, Louis pushed the door open and stuck his little head through the gap in door and slid in, bounding over the the bed. “What’s wrong kiddo?”

“I have a question”

“Ask away young padawan”, he’ll have no idea what padawan means but I jump at every chance to use that sentence .

“Well , you know how Georgie stays here a lot, does he just live wif us now and does that mean he’s like my big brother now too ?” , I sat myself down next to him after I tied my shoes and ruffled his hair as he giggled.

“No no baby, George is just Matty’s best friend and George and his daddy aren’t friends right now so he’s just taking a little break, but if you see him like a big brother that’s okay”

“Why is he not friends wif his daddy , he’s friends wif our daddy and we are friends wif our daddy, people are supposed to love their daddies” , I carefully pulled him into my lap as I chuckled, loving how his brain works and can’t see the bad side of anything.

“Just George’s daddy is a little bit grumpy and gets grumpy at George a lot and it makes George sad so he just wanted a little break for a little while, like you know when you get a little sad and you get big feelings and you don’t know how to handle them, sometimes grown-ups like Matty and George we have even bigger feelings and it’s even harder to handle so sometimes we need a break”, Louis was nodding along with me as I was chatting looking up at me with his big brown eyes, he always seemed like he knew what I was saying and taking in what I said. He then brung his hand up to his chin and scrunched his face up like he was thinking.

“Well if he needs a big hug and someone to make the big feelings better, I can help right?”

“Of course you can kiddo, well done you for using your big brain, now I think it’s breakfast time don’t you?”, he quickly nodded his head and smiled up at me as he slid off of my lap and made his way back outside, I heard him give George a high five down the hallway, Moments after George came back in tying his tie.

“Is that yours or mine, I can’t find mine”, he finished tying it then began brushing his hair while thinking about it.

“Isn’t yours in you bag with your blazer you took em off on the way home on Friday, why you don’t have more than one blazer I’ll never know but I’m pretty sure there both in your bag, also glasses on your face before we leave please”, George is literally a saviour at this point, always keeping an eye on me, keeping me in line, as does Adam, but if I wanna get up to mischief Rosso is the man to call.

“Alright dad” , I looked at him through the mirror and gave him the cheekiest smile I could muster as he rolled his eyes at me, I did however put my glasses on. “Hey George, do you think it would be weird if I wore my packer at school, I wear it sometimes but I’ve got PE today and I don’t know if that’s a smart idea??”

“Dude if it’ll make you feel good, and comfortable, go for it, Ross is in your Gym class right, so that way if anyone says anything gentle giant is there to help”

“Uh-huh. Em alright, I’ll be back in a minute then”, I picked up my small bag the has my STP (a device that helps trans men use the toilet standing up, it can sit in your boxers and it can also help you feel less dysphoria because it creates the illusion that you have a slight bulge where it’s supposed to be, it’s very helpful), and scurry to the bathroom , in the bathroom I fix up my STP , brush my teeth, apply deodorant, I haven’t had a shower in a while my heads just not been in a good place and having to shower , see myself naked really isn’t something I’ve wanted to be faced with right now. Once I’ve checked that everything looks right and I’m happy with it I head back through to my bedroom, George is now laying back on the bed fully dressed and phone in hand.

“All set”, I mumble a quick “yes” and slide back onto the bed next to him.

“Can I ask you something”

“Go ahead man”

“Well uh…. I know you’ve probably noticed ….so I don’t really know why I’m telling you…but I ain’t showered since like Wednesday night and I know that’s rank…..” I watched George place his phone down on the bed as I started talking and he turned his full attention to me

“Cuz you haven’t been feeling all that great right now, right, dysphoria beating your ass??” He interrupted before I could even finish. Not that I minded.

“Yeh , how did you know?”

George paused for a moment to think about what to say, looking at me deeply. “You’ve just got these little tells I guess, like it’s always pretty obvious , well to me at least , when your feeling like that, I’ve been around you often enough to notice them”

“Really??, like what!?”

“It depends where you are” , he slightly shrugged his shoulders and scrubbed a hand over his face then began talking again,” when you’re at school and it comes on you get really irritable but very quiet you know like , everyone irritates you and you get all hopped up and want to fight everyone”, hearing that causes me to giggle a little bit because he’s really not wrong. “But your like also dead quiet when your around us at school or you just don’t go , but when your at home and feel shitty, you tend to kind of just go off the rails a little and not look after yourself, not sleeping a wink , you don’t eat, and just constantly try to keep yourself distracted but stay in bed all day being really clingy with me”

“Oh , I…uh….I didn’t know I was clingy….I’m sorry”, hearing that I get clingy with George without even realising it makes me feel bad because as I’ve said I hate relying on others to feel good.

“Hey lad ….don’t apologise, I’m just glad I can help, come on, your mum made porridge for breakfast, we can have breakfast and get going, where running late”, George got off the bed, the grace of a gazelle and helped me off. “Anyway where were you going with the conversation, I kind of interpreted you?”

I ruffled my hair again as we left my room , closing my door behind me. “Oh uh , nevermind it’s okay it doesn’t matter, it’s not important”, I pray to every god that he doesn’t continue asking but I know he will he always does.

“Come on , it must have been important if you mentioned it , please come on you can tell me” , we both trundled done the stairs heavy footed , like a heard of elephants.

“ um I was , uh , just going to ask if you could like maybe help me , like shower tonight , I’ll close the curtain obviously but just sit in with me and talk to me, keep me distracted”

“If that’s what you need then that’s what I’ll do, that is important Matty , don’t just shrug off your feelings okay , especially if they’re important enough that they’ll affect your mood okay , please don’t.” , I just nodded as we got to the kitchen and sat down next to each other