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h3arts4matt · 12 days ago

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YES YES YES YES YESSSSS

✿ — god is a woman . . . sub!matt

in which . . . matt worships you like it’s the only thing that matters. because to him? it is.

warnings. . . smut , begging , praise kink , oral (f receiving) , face sitting , MATT THE MUNCH

𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙉 𝙁𝙄𝘾 #4

you were feeling amazing tonight. despite being in simple pajamas and having no makeup on, you looked amazing. and matt thought so, too.

oh, he really thought so.

and you know that because he has been absolutely desperate for your attention, for your touch, for your pussy. god, he wanted—no, needed a taste so, so bad. he just wanted to be beneath you. to worship you. more than anything in the world.

he hasn’t taken his eyes off you all night. not even once. it’s like he’s under some kind of spell. like the way you exist has him in a chokehold and he doesn’t even want to try to break free.

his hands keep twitching where they rest on the blanket beside him, like he doesn’t know what to do with them. like he’s holding himself back from grabbing at you—from getting on his knees and begging.

you move across the room and his breath catches.

literally just that. just you walking.

you smirk a little, settling down beside him on the bed like you don’t notice how red his cheeks are. like you don’t notice the way his thighs press together tightly, like he’s trying to keep himself from getting hard just from your presence alone.

but he already is.

you can see it. painfully obvious under the fabric of his sweats. and he’s trying so hard to be good—to wait for you, to be patient, to earn it. poor thing.

you lean back against the pillows and he follows you instinctively, settling beside you with his chin tilted toward you like he’s trying to silently beg for your attention without saying a word.

his eyes flutter when you run your fingers through his loose, soft curls, and you swear you hear him whimper just from the soft scratch of your nails against his scalp.

“mama,” he breathes, so quiet you barely catch it.

you hum, smiling. “yeah, baby?”

he doesn’t answer right away. he’s too busy trying not to fall apart from just the sound of your voice.

your fingers trail down to his jaw, tilting his face toward yours, and god—he looks ruined already. flushed cheeks, glossy eyes, lips parted like he’s about to cry if you don’t touch him soon.

“you’ve been so good for me tonight,” you murmur, letting your thumb graze the corner of his mouth. “haven’t even touched yourself once.”

he nods quickly. too quickly.

“n-no,” he whispers. “i haven’t. i swear.”

you laugh softly. “i know, baby. i can tell.” your eyes flick down to his growing bulge, an ephemeral glance, barely there.

your hand trails lower, ghosting down his chest, and he shudders under your touch like it’s the first time anyone’s ever touched him. he’s so responsive, so eager, so fucking desperate.

and you love it. you love knowing you have this much control. that just a look, just a word, just a soft “good boy” from your lips can make him melt. god, he worships you.

his breath hitches when your hand dips beneath the waistband of his sweats—not even really touching him, just resting there—and he whimpers again, hips lifting ever so slightly like his body’s begging even if his mouth won’t.

you press a kiss to his cheek. then another to his jaw. then one right under his ear. he’s shaking now.

“please,” he whispers, barely audible. “mama, please.”

you pull back just enough to look at him. his pupils are blown wide, chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon.

“what is it, baby?” you ask, voice soft, sweet. “you want something?”

he nods fast, embarrassed. “wanna touch you,” he admits, breathless. “wanna—wanna taste you. need it. need you.”

you lean back slightly, fingers sliding into his hair as you tilt his head up to look at you. your voice is low, but sweet-laced with that same softness that always makes him shiver.

"then come here, baby," you murmur. "lay back and let mama take a seat."

his lips part, breath catching in his throat like he can't believe what he's hearing. his eyes are wide, already glassy, chest rising fast with each inhale.

"you want that, don't you? want mama to let you taste?"

he nods immediately. desperate, reverent. like he's praying for it.

"good boy."

and just like that, he's pulling you closer like he's never needed anything more.

you smile, stroking his cheek. “lay down, baby,” you whisper, voice all honey, “i want you to taste how good you’ve been.”

matt immediately obeys, settling his head on the pillows. you pull your pajama shorts off deliberately slow, your baby blue panties following close behind. matt’s tongue darts out to wet his parted lips, his eyes fixating on your glistening pussy in awe.

you get up on your knees, steadying your palms on his chest. you swing your thigh over his neck, pussy hovering above his desperate face. when he realizes what you’re doing, his eyes light up. "thank you. thank you. oh my god—thank you." matt locks his arms around the plush flesh of your thighs. usually, you’d scold him for not asking first, but the look on his face…you couldn’t.

he sticks his tongue out, waiting for you to lower yourself onto his face. “that's it, baby...tongue out. make mama proud."

finally, you give in to his neediness, sitting on his face. but, not fully. you were hovering slightly, not wanting to drown the poor boy. a muffled whine vibrates into your drooling pussy, causing you to look down at him.

“please…” he mumbles against you. you cock your head to the side, egging him on. “just sit. all the way. please…don’t care if i can’t breathe.”

a wicked grin tugs at your lips, and you thread your fingers through his hair. following his desperate request, you plop all of your weight onto him. “tap me if you need to breathe, sweetheart.”

matt immediately gets to work. dragging his tongue up and down through your folds, getting the taste he’s been absolutely dying for. the sensation is electric, waves of pleasure flowing through your body already.

he locks his lips around your clit, sucking on it with fervor. a moan escapes your lips, hand tightening in his unruly hair. his hands come up to your hips, holding onto them.

matt trails his attention down to your drooling hole, dipping his tongue inside of it, moaning into your cunt. you shudder at the feeling, hips subconsciously grinding down onto his nose. yeah, you loved his nose because it looked so hot. but fuck, did you love to sit on it.

his grip tightens on your hips, fingers digging bruisingly into your flesh as he absolutely worships your pussy. matt could suffocate and die right here and be glad this was his last meal.

“shiiit—that mouth’s good for more than just begging, hm?” you purr, voice more shaky than you intended. you just couldn’t help it. he’s making you feel so, so good. matt groans into you, shoving his tongue as deep inside you as it’ll go. you start to grind down onto his face even harder.

you squeeze your eyes shut as he trails his tongue back to your clit, flattening the muscle on it. “god, this is where you belong, huh? all messy beneath me…fuck,” you hiss as he locks his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves. the string in your tummy is fraying at the edges, threatening to snap.

“fuuuck baby—gonna cum all over that handsome face,” you groan, tossing your head back. matt hums into your wetness, a sound of pride and satisfaction, the vibrations sending a shock of pleasure through you, head to toe. you couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, a sound of pure delight.

matt starts slurping up your pussy like a man starved, and you know you can’t last any longer as the string inside you snaps like a rubber band. your finger curl in his hair, tugging at it as a violent tremble runs through your body. you shriek, an overwhelming wave of bliss taking over.

at the same time that you release on matt’s face, you hear a choked, muffled whimper escape his lips, vibrating into your pussy. he just came in his pants. from having you sit on his face.

god, you’re never getting rid of him.

you feel your release coating matt’s face as he slurps up the most he can, lapping at your cunt like it’s the last thing he’ll ever eat. you pant above him, steadying your hands on his shoulders and slowly lifting yourself up to hover above his face.

his face is ruined.

lips shiny and parted, cheeks flushed all the way to his ears, and his eyes—glassier than ever, wide and begging, like he’s still in a haze. his stubbled jaw’s glistening, soaked and twitching slightly as he blinks up at you, utterly dazed. he still looks starved. like you fed him paradise and snatched it away too fast.

matt loves worshipping you. truly. and somewhere in that wrecked little head of his, he knows—if god is a woman, she’s sitting right above him.

his hands twitch against your thighs like he wants to pull you back down so bad, but he won’t without permission. he knows better.

his voice is hoarse, whiny, a desperate little plea barely held together by breath,

“mama—please, please sit back down, i wasn’t done.”

author’s note . . . sub!matt again oops! this isn’t proofread. anyway im really debating making a chratt au like i have this idea that will not go away

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h3arts4matt · 12 days ago

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WELCOME TO YAP SESSION #2 WITH NAT

okay so i just want to say this topic will be a more serious topic that’s affecting people in real time all over the country (the US)

okay so the topic of this yap session is about the ICE raids that are happening all over the country.

The reason I’m going to be talking about this during this yap session is 1. because I refuse to stay silent on this matter. 2. because of Matt’s new Instagram story with a post about the resources for immigrants. 3. because my dad, my tios(uncles), my tias (aunts), and my grandparents are immigrants. 4. Because this is affecting millions of my people (Hispanics and Latinos)

Alright so if you have seen there have been ice raids all over these past few months with the orange Cheeto we shall not name presidency and lately they keep getting closer and closer to my hometown (by close I mean like 5-10 minutes drive away from where my parents live with my siblings and grandparents) where my dad and grandparents live. as a Latina and knowing my whole life my dad was never a legal US citizen or resident I always lived with that constant fear I might not see him again (despite all he’s done to me and my mom when I was younger I still love him and fear that he’d get deported).

I'd like to say that NO ONE IS ILEGAL ON STOLEN LAND and if you disagree with that statement go ahead and block me because I will NOT tolerate that level of stupidity and ignorance on my page!!

with all these ice raids I just want to say that if there is anyone who is either at risk of getting deported or knows someone who’s at risk of getting deported please remember to use your 5th Amendment right to stay silent and ask to call your lawyer!! If ice comes to your door remember you don’t have to let them inside your house WITHOUT a warrant SIGNED by a judge that has your full name!! You don’t have to say anything to them!! Don’t sign ANYTHING either!!!

Lastly, if you or anyone you know is going to the protest, make sure to stay safe and be careful!! Thank you for fighting for what’s right and giving a voice to those who don’t have one!!

#nat yaps❕

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