mattie/matmat/mocha | EU | 20+ | unhinged | scatter brain
hello whoever happens to read this, Iâve made this blog a long time ago, but deleted it because someone bullied me about it and i got self conscious, but here i am finally making an about me section
Iâm a sucker for everything being a certain aesthetic so if you see me change everything a different gradient/ colour your eyes work fine, it is me being extra af as always
this is a multifandom and whatever else blog go to navigation for more help
what fandom am i in? Stray Kids (Bang Chan bias, and wrecked by everyone), crow, resident peg (altho nowadays i'm more of a lurker), Hobikage, bunch of ammw
where can you find me? you can see most things in my carrd, but in Hobikage's youtube, and twitch, Philza twitch chat (VODs channel), Stayblr (& Stayblr discord), and The Mellow Meadow discord server
smol info âââââââ
some important tags (go to navigation for more in depth information)
ïčâïčmattie faves âžâžâ people I absolutely adore and want to support thru and thru
ïčâïčmattie gallery âžâž â fan art and art i love
ïčâïčmattie reads âžâžâ fics or things i loved and want to recommend
ïčâïčmattie plays âžâž â games or any gaming content i want to share c:
The fact that the little almost Shroomling name is 42 Iâm so dead infold please tell me that you know The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and she is the meaning of life đ
Also why do they make me think they gonna eat or sacrifice them and thatâs why they need them happy like do not tell me this shit is a âcozyâ game đ it hasnât been since the Abandoned District in 1.something and the faewish sprites racism đđđ
Anyways here are my current fave pics I took for this update
Some tags for my pookies @platypusundercover @blueohs @imnotsupposedtobedoingthis @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @angstylittleb1tch @catinabin @matchaafterhours + open tags
Hey @elladarling-313 your asks are off, been wondering why are you deleting the comments that call you out about you stealing my friends art? Who else did you stole from if you donât mind me asking? I gladly let them know and do the honours of doing the simple task of crediting them. Altho it is a crazy concept since it is tumblr and you literally have a reblog button and you can add comment or tags or nothing just reblog it. Back in 2014-2016 thatâs what tumblr thrived on. That is why I started my first ever blog and I wonât stop talking about you and what you done until you fix your shit and since you are deleting comments I feel like this is a really good way to leave you a big comment but I am gonna add other tags so I hope every stay on tumblr can be wary of you and the collages you stole
PSA to everyone donât be like @elladarling-313 donât steal peoples art have a brain and maybe reblog or at least credit
Hey @elladarling-313 your asks are off, been wondering why are you deleting the comments that call you out about you stealing my friends art? Who else did you stole from if you donât mind me asking? I gladly let them know and do the honours of doing the simple task of crediting them. Altho it is a crazy concept since it is tumblr and you literally have a reblog button and you can add comment or tags or nothing just reblog it. Back in 2014-2016 thatâs what tumblr thrived on. That is why I started my first ever blog and I wonât stop talking about you and what you done until you fix your shit and since you are deleting comments I feel like this is a really good way to leave you a big comment but I am gonna add other tags so I hope every stay on tumblr can be wary of you and the collages you stole
PSA to everyone donât be like @elladarling-313 donât steal peoples art have a brain and maybe reblog or at least credit
Hey @elladarling-313 your asks are off, been wondering why are you deleting the comments that call you out about you stealing my friends art? Who else did you stole from if you donât mind me asking? I gladly let them know and do the honours of doing the simple task of crediting them. Altho it is a crazy concept since it is tumblr and you literally have a reblog button and you can add comment or tags or nothing just reblog it. Back in 2014-2016 thatâs what tumblr thrived on. That is why I started my first ever blog and I wonât stop talking about you and what you done until you fix your shit and since you are deleting comments I feel like this is a really good way to leave you a big comment but I am gonna add other tags so I hope every stay on tumblr can be wary of you and the collages you stole
PSA to everyone donât be like @elladarling-313 donât steal peoples art have a brain and maybe reblog or at least credit
Hey so the first one I commissioned @cosmicluvrrrrr I good while back now I still keep using it too see:
Now Iâm gen not sure if you got the other one from Alexis as well or if you took it from pabo aka @velocityyx but would like you to credit ppl if you repost because thatâs kinda weird I fear
Also idk if itâs crazy you join the community they both post in or plain stupid but I have to call you out publicly because I donât like when people steal:)
And I do hope this will find my moots and oomfs because I want people to give it where credit is due even tho some people lack this curtesy I guess
Or: you hadn't planned for your car to start acting up on your way back home near midnight. paying your really hot mechanic a vist wasn't planned, not tonight anyway. what you also hadn't planned was getting bent over the hood of your own car by said mechanic (that one was planned, but that's besides the point)
Warnings: MDNI!! 2.5k-ish pwp, oral (m rec.), piv, exhibitionism, talks of cars i have no clue about, reader is lowkey a bimbo, both of them are pervs, barely proofread
You pulled into the lot at 11:48 pm, the engine of your car giving one final, pathetic shudder before falling silent. The heavy metal shutter of the garage was halfway closed, cutting the interior light into a sharp, slanted rectangle on the asphalt.
Just as you killed the ignition, the heavy thud of boots echoed near the entrance of the garage. Chan stepped out, squinting at you, his lips twitching upward when he realized who it was. He left the shutters open and signaled you to pull in.
Youâd been here three times in the last two months alone. Once for a brake pad squeal that probably didn't exist, another for an oil change you could have done yourself, and now this. but who could blame you? he's hot and he doesn't overcharge you.
Each visit was kept professional enough, a formal exchange of "Yes, mr. bang" and "No, thank you, ma'am" that served as a flimsy curtain over the heat building between you.
You liked the way he looked at you and you liked the way he played along, keeping the professionalism intact while his eyes tracked the movement of your hips every time you stepped out of the driver's seat.
âMy car has a bit of a temper,â you say, leaning back against the door with a slow, stretch that pulls your shirt tight across your chest. You watch his gaze dip, tracking the movement, before his eyes snapped back to yours again.
Youâve played this game for months - the truth is, you don't give a damn about the engine, you just want to see if heâll finally stop calling you 'ma'am' and start calling you something else.
âTemper, huh?â Chan , a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he steps into your space âWell, letâs see whatâs got you so worked up.â He gestures for you to pop the hood, and as you pull the lever, he leans over the engine bay. The movement pulls his work shirt tight across his shoulders, the fabric straining against the muscle of his back.
âknew that sound wasnât right,â he mutters, poking a finger toward a ruptured vacuum hose. He winces, the expression tightening his jaw as he realizes the rubber has completely perished, leaving the engine gasping for air.
He doesn't look at you, but you can see the muscle in his cheek twitching. Heâs focused now, sliding right back into work as he reaches for a wrench, his knuckles rapping against the metal with a heavy thud.
You don't move from your spot, leaning your hip against the fender and watching the way his biceps bunch and ripple under that gosh darn tank top.
Heâs working with a slow, methodical precision, his large hands moving with a surprising lightness as he detaches the faulty part, and you make sure to let out a soft, appreciative hum.
âDone,â he says after a few minutes of working. He wipes his hands on a rag, his eyes finally locking onto yours.
He lets the rag drop onto the engine block with a dull thud, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before he clears his throat. âThatâll be eighty bucks for the part and the labor. Plus a little extra for the midnight call out fee.â
You let out a soft, teasing tsk, shifting your weight so your hip brushes against the warm metal of the car. âEighty? For a little piece of rubber? Youâre getting greedy, Mr. Bang.â You tilt your head, âI might have to find a more affordable shop.â
âYou could try,â he chuckles, shrugging âBut I donât think anyone else in this city is gonna give you the kind of... personal attention I do.â He's moving closer, his broad shoulders blocking out the garage lights, casting you in a heavy, suffocating shadow.
You don't back down. Instead, you reach out and trail a finger along his arm. âMaybe we can... negotiate the price. Iâm not sure I have eighty on me right now...â
you did have eighty on you. probably.
âWell, I am a businessman, sweetheart, Why donât you show me exactly how you plan on convincing me?â
and that was all you needed to hear.
you let your gaze drop to the heavy buckle of his belt, then slowly sank to your knees. You keep your eyes locked on his, watching the way his breath hitches and his posture stiffens.
Your fingers find the button of jeans, popping it open n' sliding the zipper down, revealing the tight stretch of his boxers. Heâs already half-hard, a heavy, pulsing weight straining against the fabric.
you press your palm flat against the length of him, circling the head with your thumb, teasing the bead of moisture leaking through the cotton.
âFuckinâ tease,â Chan grunts, his voice cracking. He lets out a low, jagged moan that vibrates through the air, his head tilting back as his hips give a reflexive, involuntary twitch toward your hand.
You reach inside, hooking your fingers into the waistband and pulling him free. He springs out, thick and pulsing, the skin flushed a deep, hungry red.
You wrap your fingers around the base and pump him twice, in a slow, firm motion that draws a long, satisfied sigh from his throat.
Then you take him.
The moment your lips slide over the crown, he lets out a choked sound, his hips jerking forward. âNow weâre talkinâ,â he rasps, the words barely coherent.
You take your sweet time swirling your tongue around the ridge, savoring the salt and the heat, before sliding your mouth down the length of him. You use your hand to pump the base while your mouth creates a vacuum, sucking him deep until heâs hitting the back of your throat.
Chanâs hands make theirway to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands and guiding your rhythm. He lets out a jagged sound, his hips starting to roll in a slow, desperate search for friction. âGod, youâre⊠youâre fuckinâ killing me,â he rasps, the words breaking.
You don't let up. You use your palm to cup his heavy balls, squeezing lightly as you suck the length of him, your lips creating a tight, wet seal that has his eyes rolling back.
His breath becomes a series of short, sharp hitches. his chest heaving as he looks down at you, his expression one of pure, concentrated hunger. âRight there⊠juuuust like that,â
And then fingers tighten in your hair, not giving you a warning as he rams deep into your throat, forcing a muffled gasp from your lungs.
Your eyes water as he bottoms out, his thick head hitting the back of your throat with a heavy, blunt force that makes you gag. You choke, a wet, strangled sound echoing in the quiet garage, but you don't pull away. Instead, you lean into it, your throat stretching and molding around his girth, taking every single inch of him.
and that does it for him. his eyes are squeezed shut, âIâm gonnaâ fuck, Iâm gonna cum,â he groans, a jagged, desperate sound that vibrates through his entire frame.
Then his body stiffens, a violent shudder racking his broad shoulders as he lets out a loud, shaking moan. You feel the first hot, thick surge hit the back of your tongue, a heavy pulse of heat that fills your mouth. your tongue swirling around the head to milk every last drop out of him, listening to the sound of his ragged, uneven breathing.
His large hand slides from your hair to the nape of your neck, fingers curling tight as he hauls you upward. You stumble into him, breathless and flushed, and he crashes his lips against yours.
Itâs messy, a starving kind of kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to claim every inch of you, before he abruptly breaks away.
He doesnât give you a second to even catch your breath, because with a sudden, powerful movement, he spins you around.
âChanged my mind,â he rasps, âI think I need a lilâ more convincing.â
And you feel him.
Hard.
Heâs already hard again.
Itâs impossible, really, but the thick, pulsing length of him is jamming right into the cleft of your backside. You can feel the dampness of your own arousal soaking into your panties, the slickness leaking out and gluing the fabric to your skin.
he reaches down, pulling down your pants down in one go, âLook at thatâ he's hooking two fingers into the side of your underwear and ripping them aside with a satisfying snap. âDripping for me already. Youâre a mess, sweetheart.â
You let out a shaky, breathy laugh, arching your back to press yourself firmer against his thigh. âMaybe you just⊠work too fast, Mr. Bang,â you tease, âI canât keep up with you.â
âOh, youâll keep up,â he rasps, his hand sliding forward to find your clit, rubbing it in a heavy, circular motion that makes your knees buckle.
his hands plant onto your hips, fingers digging into your skin with a bruising intensity that anchors you in place. there is no slow buildup, he simply lines himself up and sinks into your wet cunt in one heavy, devastating shove.
The air leaves your lungs in a sharp, strangled wheeze. Youâre stretched wide, your walls stretching as he bottoms out, filling every single corner of you until you feel like you might actually split. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, your forehead slapping against the metal of the hood as your vision goes white.
âFuck,â he groans, his voice a distorted wreck. He stays buried for a second, letting you feel the sheer, throbbing scale of him. âtakin' it like a champâ
Then he starts moving.
He sets a harsh, punishing pace from the get-go, each thrust a heavy t that echoes through the space around you. Youâre being hammered into the hood, your breath coming in jagged, sobbing gasps.
âPleaseââ you manage to choke out, your fingers clawing at the paint, leaving streaks that you'd probably crash out over later.
âPlease what, baby? Tell me,â he rasps, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your shoulder all while he drives deeper, âTell me how it feels to have me stretch you out like this.â
âItâs â too much â oh god!â You let out a loud, uncontrolled moan that bounces off the high ceilings of the garage, the sound echoing through the empty lot outside.
Chanâs eyes darken at the sound of your voice carrying, and without missing a beat, he shifts his grip. One of his palms slides from your hip and clamps firmly over your mouth, sealing your cries against his skin in a little "Mmphâ!"
He leans in, his chest crushing on your shoulder blades, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. âShh,â he rasps, âYou're being way too loud, sweetheart. Someone might hear just how much you like being used like a little toy on your own car.â
The mere suggestion of an audience makes your insides seize, tightening around him in a sudden, involuntary spasm, your walls clamping down on him. The sensation is so intense it draws a sharp hiss of air from his lungs, his hips momentarily locking as he feels you literally trying to swallow him whole.
âOh, you like that,?â he breaths, his voice dropping to a whisper. palm still pressed firm to keep your whimpers trapped. âThe thought of someone walking in and seeing you bent over your hood, taking every inch of me while you canât even make a sound. Youâre a little exhibitionist, arenât you, baby?â
His hand slides from your mouth, the sudden rush of air making you gasp, his fingers wraping around the column of your throat instead.
Heâs hitting a rhythm that has your vision swimming. Every slam is a thunderclap in your lower belly, sending sparks shooting up your spine. You can feel the tension coiling in your gut, a tight, humming coil thatâs seconds away from snapping.
âIâmâ Iâm gonnaââ you sob, your voice breaking into a high, thin wail. You arch your back, trying to push back against him, âChan, pleaseâ m'cummingâ
âYeah? Youâre gonna break for me?â he rasps, his voice a ruined shred of its former self. âDo it. Fuck, just do it, baby. Iâm right thereâ Iâm right there with you.â
A loud, shattered moan of his name rips from your throat, vibrating through your entire frame as the first wave of your orgasm crashes over you.
At the exact same moment, Chan lets out a groan, his body locking into a rigid line. He rams into you one last time, his hips stuttering to a dead stop as he floods you, the hot, heavy pulses of his release hitting your cervix in thick bursts.
For a long minute, the only sound in the garage is the synchronized, ragged gasping. You stay slumped over the hood, your muscles twitching in the afterglow, feeling the slow, steady drip of combined fluids sliding down your thighs and onto the floor.
Chan slowly pulls back, the wet, suctioning sound of his exit echoing in the silence. He stays close, his chest still heaving against your back, as he looks down at the glistening mess leaking out of both of you, painting a silver trail across your skin. He lets out a low, impressed whistle.
âthirty percent off, hm?" he's back to pushing in slow, agonizingly deep rolls that grind him against your sensitive walls.
âfourty,â you command.
âOne more round nâ Iâll make it sixtyâ
a/n: okay listen skz in uniform raise your hand if you agree
