#matty was fun lol

[mistyfoxxy]

Let me dump these doodles right here

[ughgoaway]

Snapshots

a/n; This is kind of half a blurb and half a fic?? Idk, it's just horny thoughts expanded tbh. now, this is NOT sanitary at all. PLEASE do not do this without thoroughly cleaning the shoe first. You are asking for a yeast infection and a UTI otherwise. But this is fiction, so let's all pretend he did a little sterilising beforehand! however, that's not hot to read, so im not gonna write it, but let's play pretend!! Thank you, ily <3

Content warnings; boot grinding, d-word, degradation, jealousy, bratty behaviour, dom matty, spit, swearing, and teasing. But I think thats it?? I'm so sorry if I'm missing some!

word count; 2.1k ish

(shout out to Kirke @nowshesdoingitallthetime for once again causing this. you are my fav little devil on my shoulder encouraging this behaviour...)

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*click* *click* *click*

“Okay and now look to the left!” You hear the photographer shout. matty turns his head exactly as she asks. But apparently, it's not quite right, judging by how she walks over to him and poses his body.

you can feel the jealousy in every fucking nerve when her fingers graze the edge of Matty's jaw, adjusting his head half a centimetre. The move was so small it was completely unnoticeable to anyone else, but what was noticeable was the sly smirk on the photographer's face as her fingers lingered on Matty’s skin.

Your boyfriend remains completely oblivious, as he has been all day. You, however, noticed it as soon as you walked in together. You weren't planning on coming to play jealous girlfriend, you were prepared to be silently supportive.

But when she spent 40 minutes trying different outfits on Matty and showering him with compliments, you knew something was up. 

You studied her every move from then on. The way she “adjusted” Matty’s hair after almost every take, running her fingers through every strand in a way that had Matty practically purring.

You look at the way she pulls at his clothes, untucking and tucking in his shirt multiple times. and you also watch her eyes dart down to his exposed stomach every. fucking. Time. You swear you can almost see the cogs turning in her head when she catches a flash of the rose tattoo on his hip.

Every joke he makes, she laughs just a little too hard. Matty is funny, but making a shitty pun is not worthy of doubling over and acting like you're at a standup show. Yet, every vaguely funny comment he makes has her cackling and wiping tears that are streaming down her cheeks.

So you were fuming. Partially at her, Matty had introduced you as his girlfriend at the start of the session. Which had earned him an unimpressed hum from her and you a petty wave. she didn't seem to take too much notice of that fact, though, judging by the way she's stroking his cheek right now.

But you're also pissed at Matty for playing right into her hand. 

You knew he was egotistical, but the way he was practically turned into a giggling schoolgirl over the shoot drove you insane. His attention whore actions usually make you laugh, probably because they're normally aimed at you. as soon as you start rambling about how much you love him, matty becomes a child star, immediately glowing at the praise.

But it's remarkably less entertaining when he's lapping up the attention of a woman who is practically getting on her knees in front of you.

And maybe you took it too far, walking over to him mid-conversation and grabbing his face, pressing your lips onto his harshly, you take advantage of the gasp that leaves his lips to press your tongue into his mouth, licking inside and moaning excessively loud.

Matty pulls you off once his logical brain overtakes his horny one, but you can still see he's slightly dazed when he goes back to chatting with the photographer. The haze in his eyes and the pink flush on his cheeks take a few minutes to fully fade, especially when your hand slides onto his thigh and grips his skin possessively. 

You hang off his arm for the rest of the break and move closer to the set when they start up again. Every adjustment she suggests you swoop in and make before she can, punctuating each one with a peck on Matty’s lips and a glare her way.

Matty knows what you're doing, and after you lingered a little too long on one kiss, he pulls you in with a hand around the base of your neck.

You feel his breath on your ear before he starts talking, “I know what you're doing. Behave.”

You don't listen to his demands. Why should you when he's been gagging for every piece of attention this stranger gives him? So you play it up even more, determined to beat this woman at her game.

whilst you might win that war, you certainly don't win the one waging with matty judging by his tense shoulders and rolling eyes.

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The ride home is full of tension, Matty's knuckles are white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel, and the hand that usually lives on your thighs is firmly stuck on the gearstick.

You cant deny that the mix of his palpable anger now and how fucking good he looked at the photo shoot had riled you up. Every tick of his jaw makes your thighs tighten. And you swear you see a smile cross Matty's face as you cross and uncross your legs for the 20th time, desperate to relieve some pressure.

As soon as you get in the door, Matty is barking orders at you. 

“Follow me. And be quiet. You've done enough talking today.”  Any bratty behaviour left simmering inside you was gone. You trailed behind Matty silently, walking into the front room and starting to sit down on the sofa beside him.

“Nope, floor,” Matty says bluntly.

... no, he's joking. Surely.

“What?” you tilt your head at the man in front of you as you speak, assuming this is another one of his unfunny jokes (but you're sure the photographer would be fucking cackling at it.)

“You heard me, Don't play dumb now, baby. Kneel.” You don’t know whether it’s the intensity of his eyes or the assertiveness of his voice, but you do exactly as he asks. Sinking to your knees like you had done for him so many times before.

Your hands start to move to his fly instinctively, assuming you'd be apologising the only way you know how, letting Matty fuck your throat until you cant speak. But his hands smack yours away before you can even touch the denim of his jeans.

“Thats not gonna cut it today, baby. i need a proper apology this time.” Matty's foot slides between your legs, his boot sitting between your thighs as you hover just above it.

“I want you to grind on my boot, sweet girl. Put on a proper show for me, yeah?” Matty nods at you, and you don't even think before immediately nodding back, sinking down on his boot below you. in your mind, you know you should be scoffing at him and rolling your eyes, but your body moves without you telling it to.

You can already feel wetness pooling in your panties, throbbing at the idea of being so powerless under him. You gasp as soon as the cool leather of the boot touches your core, goosebumps blooming over your skin.

Your hips start rutting against the leather, sliding your hands around Matty's calf as you experimentally grind down on his shoe. Matty feels your fingers tighten around his leg as you clit brushes agaisnt the leather, the slight scratch of the boot making your head spin.

You rock your hips dumbly against Matty's shoe, arching your back when it brushes harshly over your bundle of nerves. Your ruby red nails dig into Matty’s leg through his jeans as you cling to him desperately.

One of your hands slides behind you so you can rock your hips even deeper on his boot, laying your palm flat the ground and canting your hips up desperately. Your thighs burn with every rock you make, but the burn in your core is stronger than anything else.

“thats it. now stick your tongue out, fuck. that's it angel,” Matty palms himself over his jeans as he stares down at you, groaning as he watches spit drip from your tongue and fall on the boot below, making every move you make slicker and more dizzying.

Matty looks pretty fucked out for someone who hasn't been touched, a thin sheen of sweat sits on his skin, his dick straining in his jeans as he watches you like a hawk. He studies your every movement like he is watching a cinematic masterpiece, taking in every move you make and committing it to memory. 

His jaw clenches as he fights every urge in his body to grab you by the hair and pull under him. Visions cross his mind of him jackhammering his hips inside you until you're screaming his name, watching the bluge in your stomach as he pumps fucking every inch of himself inside you. But he stays strong, keeping his eyes trained on you with every move you make.

“Thats it, shine my boots with your cunt. Good girl” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Matty drags out his words and pushes his boot up, the pressure against your clit making the world around you fall into a haze. 

A flush covers your cheeks and chest, and Matty smirks at how blissed out you look.

Fucking you dumb is something that will never fail to amaze him, watching a smart girl become a babbling mess because of him does wonders for his ever-growing ego. It's not like he needed the boost, but your brain melted out of your ears as soon as he starts talking to you like he owned you.

You can't help but squirm as you start moving closer towards the edge, the pressure building inside you slowly becoming too much. Whimpers and whines fall from your lips as your hips speed up, pleading with Matty to let you cum without saying it. Luckily, Matty has seen you fall apart under him enough times to know exactly what you're asking.

“You getting close, baby?” Matty smirks as he speaks, “‘course you are. Filthy girl wants to cum all over daddy's boots.” your jaw drops at the nickname, and you nod as best you can, whimpering with every circle of your hips. 

“Beg." he demands

"Tell me you're fucking sorry and beg to cum,” Matty's jaw drops when he sees tears start falling down your face, desperation filling your every nerve. Soon, you're sobbing and begging Matty for mercy, your hips bucking wildly.

“Please. I’m so- fuck- im so sorry, Daddy. Please let me cum, ill be so good, I promise. Just- ah! let me cum. Please.” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you fight to hold in your orgasm, but every rut of your hips is making pushing you closer.

“So good for me, such a dirty slut. Okay, angel, cum for me.” As soon as the words leave Matty’s lips, your cumming, the rubber band inside you snapping.

White spots dance across your vision as you push even harder down on Matty’s boot, letting the tough leather push you through your orgasm with every circle of your hips. Your chest heaves, and your jaw shakes as your orgasm drags on, intense pleasure wracking your every nerve.

Your thighs grip tightly around his boot as you reach your peak, but soon enough they're going lax, your hips slowing down until you’re motionless sitting on Matty's shoe, panting wildly and fighting to catch your breath. His fingers move from his lap and grip your chin, forcing you to stare at him as he speaks.

“Don't leave a mess. clean it up for me baby, be a good girl.” Matty nods at his boot, looking at you expectantly with a sick smile covering his face.

You sink further down on the floor below you, ignoring the way the cold concrete scratches your knees as you slide. Dark brown eyes meet yours as you hold eye contact with Matty. staring up at his as you stick your tongue out, and start to lick the leather covered in your slick. An exaggerated moan falls from your lips at the taste, and Matty’s jaw drops as he watches your tongue lap at his shoe.

After a few more seconds of you swiping your tongue over the leather, Matty is dragging you into his lap, gripping your hips harshly as you settle on top of him. He can't help smirking as you hover over him. Your cheeks are pink as you stare at him. The same pretty pink covers your lips. undoubtedly from desperately bitting at them to try and dampen your needy whimpers.

“Don't be so selfish now, princess, give daddy a taste,” you smirk at Matty before gripping his jaw, watching in awe as his mouth drops open and his tongue falls out.

Power skitters up your spine as you lean forward and let a drop of spit fall from your bottom lip, watching it drip and fall onto your boyfriend's tongue. A grin immediately pulls at your lips when you hear the groan that is ripped from his chest. 

As soon as Matty tastes the mix of your slick and spit, he's dragging you deeper into his lap, forcing his tongue in your mouth to desperately lick every trace of your release from the inside of your mouth.

Needy hands grip each other's skin, groping every piece you can get your hands on. Eventually, Matty pulls away from your lips, his eyes dropping to watch a string of spit spread between you. His head falls back against the sofa behind him, staring at you in awe.

“I'm booking another photo shoot with her,” he teases, his chest heaving as he desperately sucks in air to his lungs.

“The fuck you are.” You surge forward and capture his lips again, smiling as you feel his lips turn up as soon as your skin touches his. 

[marley-manson]

This may be my most controversial Xena hot take yet but I gotta say it:

I think Ted Raimi nailed it as a reincarnated version of Xena.

A lot of it is the writing of Harry - the cynical skepticism, the playful dickishness, the irritated protectiveness of Annie. The way he doesn't watch the show just like Xena not reading Gabrielle's scrolls lol. (Incidentally surgeon is a great choice of career for modern Xena, and frankly woowoo scam artist is a great choice for modern Gab lol) But it's also like, line deliveries and gestures and expressions, and I totally buy Harry as a modern version of Xena. It's very easy for me to imagine Lucy Lawless in his place, making fun of General Custer, rolling his eyes at everyone, threatening a lawsuit, etc. I guess to be fair he's a little hammy as full on memories-back Xena, with his "Aaaares" drawls lol, but even then like, it was a fun fight scene and I think he overall succeeded.

Also, as much as it sucks that Xena/Gabrielle was only allowed to be canonized while het, I gotta say that I really appreciate how they did it. Annie bowing out before Harry and Mattie have barely exchanged two words because she already knows they're soulmates, the Xena/Gab flashback montage, showing the kiss from The Quest as one of the clips demonstrating their relationship, and Harry calling Mattie his "friend" before kissing her, to pointedly make it clear that Xena and Gabrielle calling each other friends is not intended as a no homo.

Plus I fucking love that, at least in this episode, Ares is completely dtf Raimi!Xena. Not fazed at all, no hesitation, just flirtatious glee that Xena's back. And I looooove that Ares never actually thought he'd join him lol, he just wanted to get a fun fight out of it <3

Honestly if this was the actual last episode of Xena I think it would've been a very sweet and cute sendoff.

[airborneice]

gonna just d r o p some extremely rough sketches here bc my sketchbook I’ve had on the go since 2020 is almost filled up and once it is I probably won’t go revisiting any of the sketches in it, so I may as well share some of them here

I’m incapable of shutting up abt my art so ramblings under the cut

1-3 - mattie sketches :) the last ones are recent and the 1st is one of the first drawings I did of her, back in 2021. idk I just think it’s important y’all know she’s been on her tide mouse shenanigans since the beginning

4 - I think I drew this back in last march and meant to move it to digital and clean it up there but things got busy and I never did :( they’re based on @randomwords247’s wonderful mermaid designs bc I love them

5 - unrelated to the last one, but while I was working on one of my little mermaid au drawings I tried to think how I’d approach the sequel if I got that far & ended up w. this. something something mermaids having human familiars being frowned upon

6 - I think. this is a drawing of @blaithnne’s pony!lauren that I never finished oops

7 - forgot I had this!! year before last me and @bubblekidaesthetics were planning to cosplay these two at comic con, and I got super hyped and doodled this. we did do this cosplay and it was awesome <3

8 - slightly more recent design stuff for freyja, still based on hilda-fanblog/rhombus’ design ofc but figuring out if I wanted my take on her to change anything like how many legs she has lol. also some pony!mountain king doodles on the next page

9-10- something something centaur au. somewhere in my notes app is a whole list of hilda chars and horse types/colours bc I started researching them and got so carried away. johanna’s supposed to be a bay and hilda was gonna be a shetland I think…? (the hilda one is a lot more recent and I think it shows lol). rip to dee who had to watch me talk abt this au so much and barely actually draw it

anyway tumblr won’t let me add any more pics which is probably a good thing 🤷‍♀️ I hope literally everyone feels better as an artist for seeing what an absolute mess my drawings start out as 😌 now I gotta buy a new sketchbook

[caterjunes]

professional babes buying a house 😯

[allylikethecat]

Chapters: 5/6 Fandom: The 1975 (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy Characters: George Daniel, Matthew Healy, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Christmas, Meeting the Parents, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 4 of The Infection 'Verse Summary:

“Yeah,” said Matty, pulling his hand away from George’s to run it through his hair. If there was one thing he was good at, it was doubling down, even if usually that just made it worse.

“Christmas, what are your plans for Christmas?” Matty swallowed hard, feeling very small all of a sudden and like he was baring a piece of his soul, “because I would very much like to spend it together.”

“Oh,” said George and Matty wanted to die right then and there.

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AKA The Christmas Fic™️

[madebysimblr]

Sorella: Hey Matty! Allowed to talk to me yet?

Matty: Ha, ha. But yeah. Just dumped Gemma… I didn't realize Summer was seeing someone?

Sorella: Not everyone is as dense as you.

Matty: I just thought… If I weren't with Gem-

Sorella: Yeah, no offense but I think my best friend deserves more than being your back up option. Don't fuck this up for her.

Matty: ….. Yeah, you're right.

Sorella: I usually am. C'mon, you can join me and Otis. No need to mope around all night either! You're free dude!

[leondevilart]

i just realized i had never posted these sketches anywhere???? these are from 2021 *cries* i need to draw them again with their new designs

[because-she-goes]

black lace

warnings: birthday boy matty, nora being bi, charli and george, matty being possessive, swearing, pre-smut? Enjoy!

Nora was on her fourth glass of wine. The bass thumped around her and the rest of her and Matty’s friends in the dark London club. They were there celebrating his birthday, Nora buying the group bottle and table service until 4am. It was his 29th after all, why not go all out to make it fun for him. She could feel Matty’s eyes on her body even from his spot on the couch 15 feet from her. Her… suggestion of dress skimmed her body beautifully, heels wrapped delicately around her ankles and golden M pendant hanging between her collarbones gracefully. She felt electric.

Matty felt high just from watching Nora. Her hips swinging to the rhythm, head bouncing, brown hair flying around her. She was right about the dress, Matty buying it for her for that exact reason - it framed her body like the masterpiece it was. He saw it in a store a few days ago and his mouth dropped just looking at it on the mannequin. He bought it without even looking at the price tag and ran out of the store. The black lace hugged her curves perfectly, like it was custom made for her. When he had bought it, he came home bouncing. Begging her to try it on and give him a twirl, he must’ve stopped breathing. She was the hottest human being he had ever seen.

That’s when he felt George sit next to him, handing Matty a fresh cold beer. Matty takes the drink gratefully, thanks his friend and looks back to his girl. “Ocean Drive” by Duke Dumont playing over the speakers, Charli takes a step to the dancefloor handing Nora another red wine. The two girls - both a bit pissed - interlock and swing to the music. Nora’s arms drape over Charli’s shoulder, Charli’s fall to Nora’s hips. Long, red nails dipping into the flesh. Their faces are literally inches apart and Matty feels like his heart is gonna pop out of his chest any second. George however is cackling, proud of his bold girl for going after who she likes. This was definitely not Nora’s first rodeo, remember Amber….yeah. They ended up having a fling after rehab, but it was only for fun and no feelings got involved. That was a fun couple of months, Nora remembering her.

Matty takes a long sip of his beer, eyeing Nora like he could eat her alive - he might later he thinks. Nora swings around, facing him now. Her eyes lock onto his dark ones, a devilish smile forms on the corner of her mouth. He feels like he can’t even breathe. Charli moves Nora’s hair to the side, giggles and says into her neck “Let’s give them a real show huh baby?”

“Oh say less, Charli. I think George likes how pretty we are together,” Nora teases.

“Oh him? Yeah he’s used to this babes. Loves when I dance with pretty girls, but go home to him. Yours however looks like he is gonna pop a blood vessel any second.” Charli laughs.

The two girls now facing their partners, Charli expertly plants a purple bruise right on the side of Nora’s neck, right where her sharp jaw slopes down into her collar bone. Kissing, licking, teasing the skin underneath. “Fuck…” Nora mutters, breathlessly. Her knees almost melt and she looks at Matty again. “Feels so fucking good, Charli.” She moans wickedly, Nora’s waist grinds into Charli’s - needing to tempt Matty enough, while also keeping herself at bay.

Matty is gonna destroy her later and she can’t wait. He looks at her with nearly black eyes, taking another sip of the beer. His jaw ticks at the thought of how Nora would sound as he did the same to her later in the same spot, reclaiming his girl.

Finally having enough, he stands up and downs the beer. Handing the cup to George who is not even bothered by the two girls having their fun, Matty strides over to his Nora, and like out of a movie he plants the hardest, roughest, most possessive kiss to her bitten lips. Their bodies go into a frenzy, Charli taking her leave and going to sit next to George.

“You are in deep shit, Downey.” He spits at her, smirking.

“Happy birthday, Baby! Go as rough as you’d like.” She taunts, matching the smirk. Thanking god the music is so loud that no-one can hear them.

“Cig break?” He asks, already having her wrist in his hand and walking out of the club.

“Absolutely, Birthday Boy.” She basically moans in his ear as they walk to the car parked outside.

[lookedlikethebins]

The hours following George taking Matty to the airport to go to Barbados. He doesn't know how he wanted to feel about dropping Matty off, about driving home alone or having to sit with Ross and Adam and have the "them" be only be a count of three for a short period of time. George doesn't know what to do with himself—or all the empty space in their house, their bed. He isn't even sure he remembers how to cry. Was that something a person could forget?

We got a sort of sad one, ladies and gentlemen! (Don't worry it has a very hopeful ending!) This one was more so a route of catharsis for me and when it started to form I wasn't going to fight it. So now we have this George-centered fic that's all about loving and being loved by some very best friends, and knowing that sometimes surviving is a team effort.

ty for reading x

[toomuchracket]

Hi Mads! I asked a while back about recs for Glasgow. I’m here and it’s lush! Went to SUGO last night and it changed my life. Botanical gardens today and the art museum. Gutted I have to start my work conference tomorrow rather than carry on exploring!! ♥️

oh my god i love sugo so much i'm so glad you liked it!! botanics and kg museum on a sunday sounds so dreamy, i hope you have fun!! and i suppose you'll just have to come back to see everything else another time teehee <3

[ughgoaway]

pegging.

ANON THIS WAS SUCH A FUNNY ASK TO RECIEVE I WAS GIGGLING SO HARD, YOU WERE SO BLUNT I LOVE IT AHAHAH

buttttttt I do love subby matty...

(I've never written pegging before sooooo... we will see how this goes...)

(p.s. There is use of the m-word in this blurb...)

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I can imagine him bringing it up one night... maybe you're casually chatting about kinks because you both want to make sure you're happy and satisfied in this relationship, so you discuss them regularly.

you can see matty shifting and wringing his hands together in his lap, so you put your hands on his and tilt your head curiously at him.

"Sorry, m'nervous," he laughs, and you can feel the anxiety radiating off him.

"Babe, there is almost nothing you could say that I would find strange, I promise," you reassure him, moving your hand to stroke at his cheek, which is gradually growing pinker and pinker he was certainly peaking your curiosity. What could he be so nervous about asking?

he finally makes eye contact with you and says, "Well... how would you feel about you being even more... dominating?" matty says shyly.

he opens his mouth to explain himself but snaps it shut and flicks his eyes away from yours, seeing him this antsy was already turning you on. knowing you had so much power over him made you feel slightly dizzy with ego.

you grab his face with his hands and force his eyes to meet yours, "cmon baby, tell me what you want," you tease, leaning in to press kisses to his neck.

Matty's breathing stutters as you mouth at his neck, but he manages to get something coherent out, "want you to fuck me." he whimpers, biting his lip to hold his moan as you bite at the base of his neck.

you pull back with wide eyes, and matty almost immediately starts stuttering apologies, but then he catches the sly smile on your face and the arousal in your eyes.

you were into it too. oh... interesting

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cut to a few weeks later, and matty is holding himself up on shaky arms, arching his back needily and whining already. you're moving around him silently, studying him.

watching his dick leaking and seeing his eyes getting more hazy. he follows you with his eyes carefully, staring at the strap attached around your hips. keeping his eyes trained on the hot pink dildo between your legs.

he whimpers and turns to look up at you with desperate eyes, "please," he whispers softly, arching his back further and keening backwards.

you smirk at him and grab the lube of the beside table, sliding behind him and stroking over his lower back.

the contact shocks him forward, falling on his face as his arms give way. his muffled moan is loud to your ears as you move your hands lower, teasing at his hole with a dry finger. he immediately whimpers and tries to press back, but your firm hand on his hips makes him stop.

"Ah ah ah. don't be so impatient, baby, " you demand, opening the lube with a click and slicking up your middle and pointer finger.

as soon as matty feels the cold lube against his hole, he's moaning wantonly. you work one finger in slowly, sinking to the first knuckle and waiting. but matty pushing back tells you all you need to know, "needy boy," you laugh as you press your whole finger in. matty lets out a garbled moan and turns his head back to stare at you. His cheeks are beet red, and his hair is sweaty, sticking to his face.

he is totally at your mercy, patiently waiting for you to give him more. give him what he needs. he already feels his head spinning at the contact.

soon enough you're 2 fingers deep, fucking him quickly with your fingers and giggling at his reactions. each time you sink into him and brush that spot inside him, he grunts and his cock leaks onto the bed below him.

you work him open steadily, scissoring your fingers in his tight hole. a steady wet patch growing lets you know he's ready.

"you ready for my cock sweet boy? want to be fucked?" you ask pulling your fingers back and tracing against his hole with a featherlight touch.

matty twitches at your touch and lifts himself back up, his arms shaking as he does, "yes yes yes. m' so ready. please fuck me. need it, need you."

matty whines as he hears the wet noises of you slicking up the dildo. His hand instinctively moves towards his dick but your hand striking his ass cheek brings him back to earth, and he snaps it back to hold himself.

"Good boy, keep your hands to yourself, okay?" You demand softly. Before matty can respond, he feels the silicone teasing at his hole.

he can't help the choked moan that falls from his lips, he keens into it and feels the cold, slick cock penetrating him. he can't hold himself up any more, falling forward again, burying his face into the pillow and crying out as you work into him slowly.

you sinking into him already has him slipping into subspace, feeling dizzy and hazy the more you work yourself in. he can't believe you're actually fucking him, or how much you both are enjoying it.

you're nearly all the way in when he lets out a harsh cry, looking at you with tears falling down his cheeks. "doing so well, angel, nearly got in all in. Do you want to take it all? take mommy's cock?" you don't even think about the nickname before it slips past your lips, but the needy nods and moans from matty tells you he heard it. and he liked it.

"Yes, mommy, I can take it. please fill me up. " he wiggles his hips back, and his breath hitches when you begin to press in again.

a broken cry leaves his lips as you pop the final bit of the toy in. He settles into the feeling as you hush him and stroke his sweaty back softly.

"Move, please, m' ready. please" matty begs with a whimper. You start thrusting slowly, rolling your hips ever so slightly as you do.

your pace is even as you fuck him, studying him carefully and taking note of his reactions to your motions. it was his first time being fucked, but it was also your first time fucking someone. so you tried to keep track of his actions, of what he likes and dislikes. But he seems to just love it all, crying and groaning constantly.

a few minutes later, and after some reassurance from matty, you are pumping out of him furiously. "look at your greedy fucking hole, sucking me in over, and over, and over." with each word you pound into him harder.

"made to be fucked by mommy, weren't you baby?" you tease and slap his ass, before burying yourself in him to the hilt and revelling in the strangled screams that leaves his lips.

your thrusts are frantic and deep, and matty feels as if you are melding together, fusing into one.

he gets close embarrassingly quickly, partially from your relentless hips pounding into him and partially from your filthy words.

you lean forward to whisper in his ear, and matty cries out at the change of angle, especially because you keep driving into him. relentlessly fucking him with no mercy.

"You getting close, baby? you gonna cum on mommy's dick, hmm?" you whisper into his ear, tracing the outside with the tip of your tongue.

"yes yes yes yes. gonna cum just from you mommy, please let me cum" its then with a crashing realisation that you remember matty hadn't touched himself at all. he was this fucking close just from your cock pumping into him, pounding his prostate and rutting into him.

matty feels his gut tightening and the goosebumps forming under his skin as he hurdles closer to the edge.

you pull out until just the tip is inside him and then drive back in forcefully, burying yourself as deep as you can go inside him. matty feels like he's gonna split in two, and after 4 gut-deep thrusts he's cumming with a shout.

his cock spurts hot cum onto the sheets below him, coating them in white streaks. it feels never ending, his legs shaking as he just keeps cumming. you slow down but keep working yourself in and out of him, marvelling at his shaking legs and the sheer amount of cum leaving him.

he's writhing on your cock, throbbing around you as shockwaves overtake his body. ecstasy fills his veins, making his whole body shudder and shake helplessly.

matty feels like he could pass out from the pleasure, the tip of the dildo pressing agaisnt his prostate and milking every last drop from his leaking cock.

he lets out a broken whimper, and you slow down, giving him a minute to breathe before pulling out, staring at his wrecked hole for a few seconds before he collapses onto the bed. he couldn't care less that he's lying in a pool of his on cum, only focused on the aftershocks wracking his body.

a content smile covers his face as tears contuine to stream down his cheeks, he looks fucking blissed out. and you think you could cum from the sight alone.

[blackjackkent]

how about 8, 11, and 20 from the group questions section of the OC Asklist?

(OC Asks: Put Those Guys in Situations!)

I'm not sure which group you/the prompt had in mind, so we're going with a scenario of all my OCs somehow isekaid into the same situation, because I think it'd be funny. XD

8. Your characters have been invited to a fancy dress ball, and their costumes must fit a group theme. What do they wear?

The group immediately sorts out into three categories:

a) So excited, psyched to come up with a theme: Philip, Riley, Daniel, Dom, Caden, Joan

b) Meh, will do whatever the group deems appropriate: Matty, Jaksa, Randa, Hector.

c) Would rather do literally anything else: Jenna, Adi, Elliot, Hayden.

Group A comes up with a very nice theme of everyone in black and deep jewel tones of each person's favorite colors, super coordinated, gorgeously designed, everyone looking their best. The whole group wears it without complaint, except Joan, who (despite having been super into the planning) decides at the last minute to show up instead in a skimpy spangly number slit all the way up to her hip just to fuck with everyone, and she and Jenna almost get into a fistfight in the entrance hall.

11. Your characters are sharing stories around the fire. What story does each character tell? Whose story is the most popular?

All of them have lots of adventures to share from their respective universes. Some of them are... definitely better storytellers than others. Jenna and Hector in particular flat out refuse to participate, each claiming that they're no good at telling stories. Joan makes up an outrageous tall tale. Most of the others are pretty sincere though not flashy, telling some minor adventure while knowing deep down that there are much worse things they could speak about. Dom tells some hilarious misadventure with incredible detail and has everyone howling.

20. Your characters are trapped in a joint dream or simulation that recreates their greatest fears. They can only escape if each one of them faces their fear. What are these fears? How do they overcome them? Who overcomes theirs first, and who takes the longest?

Oh man. I was gonna avoid writing one out for every char cos I have quite a collection at this point and I knew it'd take forever, but this is pretty juicy and I can't resist indulging myself. Let's see.

a) Jenna> A room full of the burning corpses of her friends. Overcome through major support from the others in the group; oddly enough the only person who is really able to get through to her is Matty, the older marine, who does not try to reassure her that everything is all right, but simply reminds her quietly (hating the words as he says them) that she has pushed through worse.

b) Matty> The blue light of the Reaper hive mind. Faced as he faced it in real life, with pistol shots directly into the source until the way is clear. Everyone is mildly surprised given how cerebral he is in other contexts.

c) Philip> The room is CRAWLING with bugs of all sorts, all sizes. This one is almost a relief after Jenna's corpse room, but everyone quickly realizes that just helping him squash them all isn't the answer. Philip, in the end, sits in the center of the room and makes very unhappy noises while letting them crawl harmlessly around on him, while Hector and Adi sit next to him for moral support.

d) Jaksa> Something very similar to the DAO gauntlet - a reunion with Tamlen, only it's the blighted version of him with darkness pouring out of his face. She tries multiple times to lash out at this vision and the room simply resets, only allowing them passage when she does not strike but instead waits; the bleak vision drifts closer, lays its mutilated hand against her cheek for a moment and then vanishes.

e) Riley> An empty, bleak, blank Hightown mansion, devoid of family, devoid of life. All lost, all gone... The others sit at the table with her, eat a meal, help fill the space with voices again where it has been empty for so long.

f and g) Adi and Dom get roughly the same room, one right after another. Adi's is an enormous Chantry building, full of people all watching her and bathed in glowing light from an indistinct figure in a throne at the far end. Dom's is exactly the same, but no one is there, no one is watching, and the throne is empty. In both cases the place seems to ask of them only that they look steadily at the possibility and then walk forward nevertheless.

h) Daniel's room is bleeding darkspawn taint from the walls, which close in slowly on all sides while a distant young boy's voice screams at him - "You can't die, Father! You can't leave me alone!" Leaving aside his greatsword he smashes the blighted wall open with his own fists, opening a path beyond. Hector, insightful as he is, asks, "The boy screaming. Was that your son? Or you to your own father?" Daniel doesn't answer.

i) Elliot faces down an enormous rage demon, and alone of all the group does not seem surprised, just angry and tired. Without even waiting to consider the matter, he steps forward, slams his staff straight through the creature and then sets off an explosion within it, sending bits of ectoplasm slapping into the walls. "That didn't take you long," Jenna says dryly. "I've had a lot of practice; I fight it every night in my dreams," he answers.

j and k) Hayden and Randa's rooms are also similar - massive, high-ceilinged ornate places full of mocking, laughing voices. Jenna offers to beat the shit out of all the onlookers calling Hayden "knife-ear" and Randa "ox", but neither of them agrees. Randa just points out, in her morose, taciturn way, that it is better not to acknowledge them; the door opens for her as she stalks through the hall looking straight ahead. Hayden, vibrating with rage, says they don't matter, and the way to move on is to prove she is better than any of them ever were. Whether the room agrees or not is unclear, but when she stalks to the dais at the front of the hall and burns a Grey Warden symbol into the wall with magic, the door opens for her.

l) Joan, like Elliot, is greeted by the demon that dogs her - the desire demon that latched onto her when she came to Kirkwall, and that she thought she left behind when she left the city. Astonishing everyone, she - usually so cocky - goes completely blank and almost seems to panic. The demon just laughs. "You don't have it as easy as the others," it purrs. "There is no easy way to face me down, because deep down, I'm not what you fear, I'm what you want." It vanishes, the door opens. Everyone is somehow more rattled by this than anything else.

m) Caden's room is like another of Irenicus's dreams - he faces a blank-faced man that morphs into the Slayer, which scares the shit out of Hector. The only way out is to beat it into submission, just as he always has before within his own mind - but when they kill it, the room resets. The true answer is to hold it down as his friends once held him in a moment of transformation, to wait for the anger to bleed from it until it fades away.

n) Hector's room is, again, something of a relief after some of the past ones. He has many, many things he can think of fearing, but is instead presented with a giant red dragon which opens its mouth to shoot a burst of flame into his face. At first he panics, but, roused by the presence of the others around him, he forces himself forward and leaps onto its back instead. The others follow suit and the dragon leaps into the air and carries them free of the prison.

[wizardnuke]

I LOVE PLAYING VIDEOED GAMES WITH THE BOYS

[caterjunes]

tfw your partner expresses displeasure with 1 thing and you take it super personally for no reason and have a mood crash. and you are cognizant that this was probably rsd and express this to yr partner but yr mood is still low. and then you remember you were so caught up in things the last couple days you Just Forgot to apply for jobs in order to qualify for unemployment this week, and boy howdy does your mood crash then! you have like ten minutes of straight sobbing and intense suicidal ideation. and then dinner is ready and you're fine, actually. your mood is back to normal. but your eyes still hurt and your sinuses still hurt and you still won't be getting an unemployment check for this past week. just because you Forgot.

[allylikethecat]

January OTP Prompts

Fun fact! I live in a place that is not cold. However, it has been absolutely freezing the last week to the point where I am currently looking at a North Face puffer coat on the internet and trying to figure out if I order it, if I will still be cold in the 3-5 business days it says it will take to arrive. I have decided to inflict this misery upon Fictional!Matty, however, he at least has a warm coat. I have a denim jacket and a Noah Kahan hoodie.

10. Bundled up

Matty shivered, and wrapped his arms tighter around himself, as he trailed after George. He sniffled and reached up to wipe his runny nose with the sleeve of his parka. He adjusted his scarf to cover more of his face, his fingers feeling clumsy in his mittens. He was bundled up in a long sleeve tee shirt, a heavy sweater, the parka, a heavy knit scarf, and a beanie and he was still freezing. He halted, wincing as a gust of wind tore down the street, sending another shiver up his spine. He didn’t even remember what being warm felt like as they made their way through the snow covered street. 

Jamie had bought him the warmest winter parka he could find in apology when he realized the tour schedule was going to take them to Canada during the winter. Matty was very adamant that he did not do weather colder than London. Even London was too cold for him in the winter. Despite wearing multiple pairs of socks and an extremely unstylish pair of Sorel boots, Matty still couldn’t feel his toes. He would have started crying ages ago if he wasn’t worried that his tears would literally freeze to his face and cause some kind of permanent damage. The strip of skin around his eyes was stinging from the wind and he wondered if it was possible to have already developed frostbite. He wasn’t sure how anyone even lived here, people weren’t meant to be out in these kinds of conditions! He was glad that even their most loyal fans had realized that camping for the concert in this weather was a bad fucking idea. He didn’t even want to be walking down the street, their destination hopefully ahead, he couldn’t imagine them sleeping in tents to see his sniffly ass up close. 

Yet, George was happily plowing ahead, looking at directions on his phone, dragging Matty to some underground used record shop he had seen on instagram that was supposed to be the place to find obscure vinyl. If Matty had realized that around the corner from their hotel meant, around the corner and then straight on a mile and a half he would have insisted on Ubering, or staying behind in the warmth of the hotel room, wearing the complementary slippers and a bathrobe as he made use of the steam shower to try and loosen some of the mucus in his chest. 

“You coming?” George called over his shoulder, his warm breath visible in the cold air. Matty wanted a cigarette but there was absolutely no way he could light it, let alone hold it with how bundled up he was, and he was not sacrificing wearing a mitten even for a fag. He’d also have to pull down his scarf, exposing his face to the elements which was another nope. 

“I think I’ve frozen to the sidewalk,” Matty complained which just made George grin wider, amused by his misery. 

“That just means you need to walk faster,” he teased, picking up his pace as Matty groaned. 

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