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I just finished watching a horror movie (wasn't scary) and HES A FUCKING YANDERE

I won't spoil it but the movie is called the curse of downer grove or something like that on hulu

BUT HOLY SHIT HES A FUCKING YANDERE

the boy is mine - matty healy (mechanic!au)

this is part of the mechanic!au universe, if you haven't read the series then you probably should <3

part one | part two | part three | epilogue | oneshots in this au

you were never one to be prone to jealousy, not needing to be when your boyfriend was so obsessed with you. but when a pretty, young college girl stumbles into healy motors just as clueless, eager and flirtatious as you had been a year ago - desperate for your boyfriends attention, you take matty into the back storage room and remind him who he belongs to for once.

minors do not interact!

tags: 18+, age gap, jealousy, bondage, degradation, oral (m receiving), face fucking, teasing, edging, foot play? (she grinds on his boot lol), d word, unprotected sex, semi-public/public sex, choking, dom/sub undertones, filthy disgusting sleazy

12462 words

You were knee deep in research for a term paper that your professor had assigned you weeks ago but you had waited until the very last minute to do. In your defense, you had an older boyfriend who lived a little under an hour away who you found far more inclined to spend your free time with rather than doing school work. 

In hindsight, you wish you had started on the stupid paper sooner, because now it was the weekend and your nose was pressed into citations instead of your boyfriend's stomach. It was a Saturday afternoon and you were staring at the tick that flashed in the middle of a sentence that you had started to type but had lost your train of thought when you heard the sound of a car revving throughout the shop. 

You weren’t going to allow this weekend to be a total waste, only having to bat your eyes at Matty once before he agreed to let you work on your term paper at Healy Motors - making you pinky swear that you would actually work on it and not get distracted. And you had been doing a good job of it, for the first twenty minutes at least. But it was hard to focus on the words in front of you when the sound of metal clanking was insistent and only seemed to grow louder the longer your started at the flashing tick, hard to focus when your eyes kept trailing over your laptop screen so you could glance across the shop at Matty and watch him work - a sight you had seen more times than you could count at this point, yet it still had that familiar heat rolling through your stomach. 

You couldn’t help but get distracted when Matty’s arms flexed as he tightened bolts on a tire, when he ran his greased stained fingers through his hair or when he was pulling that goddamn black bandana from his back pocket and wiping sweat off of his hairline - the same bandana you had found yourself bound or gagged with in the past.

The sight of something so innocent yet so obscene hanging out of the back pocket of his jeans, it was hard to pull your eyes away from it, especially when he was pulling it from the denim so he could wipe his mouth - you couldn’t help but think of how soaked it had been with your spit when Matty fucked you over the hood of your car months ago. You wondered if his head was full of the same thoughts as your own as the black fabric wiped across his mouth, when Matty’s dark eyes found your own with a wink, you knew he had been. 

Matty’s pulled the black bandana away from his mouth, revealing the smirk that had been hidden behind it as he stuffed the paisley print back into the pocket of his jeans, his eyes dropping down to your laptop and widening ever so slightly - a silent reminder that you were getting distracted, which was the exact opposite of what you had promised.

You huff with a roll of your eyes, blowing him a kiss in the air that he dramatically pretended to catch and stuff in the front pocket of his jeans with a wink. You laugh softly, shaking your head at his antics before turning your attention back to the flashing tick on the screen in front of you, finally remembering the rest of the sentence you had forgotten in the middle of before. 

You had made yourself at home in George’s work area, sprawling your laptop and notes out along his unoccupied counter. Matty had sent you over to George’s station not too long after you had settled in his own, quick to realize that you would get no work done if you were so close to him. George didn’t mind, he wasn’t busy at all for the day, he was happy to clear his area for you so you could get some work done. For the most part, he left you alone, only distracting you every so often to make a joke at Matty’s expense. 

You were so deeply focused on typing out a paragraph of information before you forgot where your head was at that the feeling of strong, tattooed arms wrapping around your chest from behind had you startled. You were quick to melt in them when the smell of faded cologne mixed with the overpowering smell of cigarettes and oil clouded your brain, a soft kiss placed against your cheek before curly hair was nuzzling against it as your boyfriend rested his chin on your shoulder, rubbing a thumb along the inside of your arm and mumbling into your neck. “How’s it going?”

“Hi, mister ‘no distractions.’” You tease, leaning back against his chest and cursing that the back of the chair was in between the two of you, preventing you from being fully against him. Matty pinched the inside of your arm that he has been rubbing soothingly in retaliation to the tease, sending a soft airy laugh from your lips. “It’s alright, I guess. I feel like my brain is melting out of my ears.”

Matty hummed, nuzzling his face more into your neck and kissing the pulse point, heat rolled through your stomach at the feeling as he spoke against the side of your neck. “I thought I was the only one who gave you that feeling.”

“Oh, really? I seem to have forgotten. Maybe you should take me to the bathroom and remind me.” You spoke in as innocent of a voice as you could manage, running your manicured nails along his arm that held you tighter now. 

“Forgotten already? Real short term memory if you can’t remember what happened last night.” Grazing teeth every so slightly against the side of your neck before mumbling against it. “Little minx.”

The memory of Matty pulling on your hair as he railed you from behind had you blushing down to your roots, positive that if you were to pull your skirt down now that bruises from his fingertips would still remain. Matty could almost hear you reliving the memory, pinching the inside of your arm again to awake you from your daydream. 

“Need you to focus on your school work, baby, can’t be my little desk girl if you don’t graduate.” Matty teased. “I’m relying on that big, beautiful brain of yours to keep my head on straight here, don’t fail me now.”

You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face at his words, at the reminder of the life ahead of you once you finally graduated - something so close that you could taste it. You had chosen an accounting degree because your father had been breathing down your neck to just pick something, he didn’t care what you did as long as you had a degree, you guessed you couldn’t complain too much - he was the one paying for it after all.

You regretted your decision from the moment you had chosen it, immediately getting shot down when you had mentioned switching degrees, mentally preparing yourself for a life full of boring corporation jobs and ugly pencil skirts. 

But then Matty had offered you a job at Healy Motors behind rosy cheeks and a hesitant smile, nervous for your response. The idea of keeping financial records and making sure a business stayed afloat didn’t seem so bad when the business belonged to your boyfriend. 

“Oh, come on.” You knew exactly the right strings to pull to entice him, knew exactly what tone of voice to speak with to get your way and if Matty could see your eyes right now, you’d be batting them and putting the final nail in the coffin. It worked every single time. But the position you found yourself tangled with him in didn’t allow for that, so you relied on tracing faint shapes into his arm that flexed at the feeling. “One assignment won’t flunk me, I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t use that voice on me.” Matty scolds in a teasing tone with another light pinch at your arm. “I haven’t met your parents yet.” He reminds with his lips against your neck, a teasing tone at play. “Don’t think Daddy’s gonna like me very much if he knows you fell behind because of me.” 

And oh, did you like the sound of that falling from his lips and spoken against the side of your neck. The collar of your shirt suddenly felt as though it was choking you as the word repeated on a loop over and over in your mind, swallowing thickly as Matty continued on with a smile against your neck, completely unaware of the spiral one spoken word had sent you down. 

“After all, I’ve already corrupted his little princess and made her all mine.” Matty mumbled against your neck, trailing kisses up the side of it and causing your stomach to roll with heat. You were still on a spiral from the name before, feeling almost dizzy now as he wrapped you around his finger, cursing him - this was supposed to go the other way around. “If you’re good for me and finish your paper,” Matty trailed off in favor of licking your ear lobe before whispering hotly in your ear. “I’ll give you what you want after.”

The spoken promise had heat shooting to your core, absolutely positive that there was no way in hell that you could focus on writing this fucking research paper now. You were sure Matty was aware of the fact if the smile against your neck told you anything. You swallowed thickly, some form of a beg on your tongue that died in your throat when you were no longer alone. 

“Oi! If you two are gonna fuck, you can go back to your own station.” Spoken through a scoff. “Don’t need Matty’s jizz all over my shit.”

George. 

For him to be considered a wingman, he sure was a cockblock. 

You blushed as Matty chuckled against your neck, slowly pulling away to stand up, almost as though he was pouring a cold bucket of water over you now that the heat of his body wasn’t wrapped around you anymore. Matty stood straight now, hands lingered on your shoulders and giving them a massage. “What about hers?”

George graced him with a teasing smile. “Oh, hers is more than welcome.”  

It was something George liked to do often, tease Matty about you just to get a rise out of him. The both of you knew he was only joking, shaking your head softly as laughter poured out of him when he noticed Matty squeezing your shoulders tighter. “No time for that, I’ve got an appointment in a few.”

“Oh, so I get her all to myself then.” George wiggled his eyebrows through a laugh that only grew in volume when Matty fixed him with an unimpressed glare accompanied by a tense jaw. “Down boy, I’m only joking.” The blonde raised his hands in defense. “Whatcha got? You gonna need some help?”

“Some guy, Dakota?” Matty shrugged, back to massaging your shoulders with ease now. “Shouldn’t, think he just needs his tires rotated.”

George hummed, leaning against his work space counter that you had made home on. “And how is this all going, you almost done?”

You huff, leaning back further against the chair and Matty’s stomach, rolling your eyes. “Shit.” George and Matty both snort at your antics. “I’m seriously considering dropping out.”

“Ah, wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top for your father.” George teased, causing you to roll your eyes once more, harder this time. “Shagging an older man and dropping out of college? Oh, he’d have a heart attack.”

“That’s exactly what I told her.” Matty’s voice just short of bragging. “You’re so close to graduating, be a bit silly to drop out now.”

You huff, shoulders slumping, staring at the screen of your laptop in front of you - that damn flashing tick mocking you. “To be fair, mate, think she’d get a lot more work done if you’d leave her alone.”

“This is the first time I’ve been over here in ages.” Matty scoffed. “But I do have to head back over to my area, Dakota should be here any minute now.” And then a soft kiss was being placed to the top of your head, one that George gagged at, shielding his eyes away as Matty tipped your chin up so he could kiss you properly. The upside down kiss had your stomach doing somersaults and a pink tint washing over your cheeks. “Good luck, darling.” Dark eyes looking over at George pointedly. “Don’t let him distract you.”

“Oi!” George yelled at Matty’s treating figure, scoffing and shaking his head, speaking softer now that Matty was back in his own area. “As if I’m the one who nearly just fucked you on the counter while you were in the middle of typing a paragraph.”

You snort out a laugh, covering your mouth to try and conceal it, too busy laughing to truly think about what you were saying. “Wouldn’t be the first time he did.”

As soon as it left your mouth, your eyes widened, laughter stopping abruptly. “I mean-“

“I fucking knew it.” George shook his head softly, narrowing his eyes. “I knew it. That fucker lied to me.”

“Anyway.” You stressed, staring at your laptop to avoid George’s stare, manicured nails hovering over the keyboard. “I have work to do.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do.” George snorted, shaking his head as he started to walk away, still close enough for you to hear him mumble. “Fucking animals.”

Now that you were free from all distractions, you were quick to get to work, the promise Matty had whispered in your ear earlier fueling the fire under your ass to knock this term paper out so you could spend the remainder of the weekend with your brain melting out of your ears due to him and not school work. Your manicured nails flew across the keyboard of your laptop, pulling out words you didn’t even know you knew from the deepest parts of your brain as you worked diligently to get this done. In the matter of ten minutes, you had managed to write enough paragraphs to have you feeling far more confident in yourself than before, checking the word count and smiling to yourself when you realized that you were in the home stretch now. 

You were in the middle of typing a sentence when you heard the sound of Matty’s laugh echoing throughout the shop, effectively making you lose your train of thought, fingers frozen over the keyboard as you desperately tried to remember what you were trying to say. The forgotten words were on the tip of your tongue, but you had no hope in remembering them when the sound of Matty’s laughter kept ringing in your ears. 

You huff, shoulders slumping as you brought two fingers up to your temples to rub at them, glancing up at the time in the corner of your laptop and realizing that you had done an exceptional amount of work in an impressive amount of time. You felt as though you deserved a little bit of a distraction for all of your hard work, glancing over the top of your laptop in the direction of where Matty’s laughter was coming from and - oh.

Earlier when Matty had mentioned that he had an appointment with someone named Dakota, you had expected it to be some young lanky boy with enough knowledge about cars to keep your boyfriend talking for hours on end, Matty had clearly expected the same - you recalled him using male pronouns earlier. So when your eyes landed on what could only be described as the complete opposite, you suddenly had no interest in the work in front of you, sitting up straighter in your chair and narrowing your eyes on the reason Matty’s laughter had been bouncing off the walls. 

A pretty, young girl, she didn’t look to be much older than you, with manicured nails that twirled her long blonde hair and eyes that gleamed up at your boyfriend, hanging onto his every word and giggling at the simplest of things that left his mouth.

You felt a roll of nausea churn in your stomach at the all too familiar sight before you - a young, naive little girl who knew absolutely nothing about cars stumbling into a mechanic shop and meeting a gorgeous man who made you feel seen, made you feel heard, made you feel alive. 

You recognized the look in her eyes because a year ago, you were that young, naive little girl. 

It was like deja vu, almost like an out of body experience as you watched the all too familiar scene unfold before you - a skirt being pulled up higher when Matty turned around, a lip pulled between her pearly white teeth as she scanned her eyes along the way his shirt clung to the muscles in his back as he got to work on her car, a phrase being spoken that had your heart dropping. 

“You can take a seat if you want.” Matty called out over his shoulder, not even bothering to look at the girl as he leaned down to start undoing the lug nuts on her tires. “Might be here awhile.”

There was no chance in hell that you were going to get any work done now, not when the girl - Dakota, was looking around the space in front of her and bypassing the unoccupied chair in favor of sliding herself on top of the counter in his work space, kicking her feet softly and making home against a surface that belonged to you. 

White-hot rage boiled throughout your veins, unblinking as you stared at the girl, eyes flashing down to Matty who had his back turned to her and hadn’t even noticed where Dakota had decided to sit. You watched with eyes that you wished could catch fire as the blonde looked down at her chest before glancing over at Matty to make sure he wasn’t paying attention before pulling her already skimpy top down even lower and pushing her breasts up higher. 

You could feel the spiral brewing in your mind before you could stop it, you had no doubt in your mind that Matty would absolutely never, but it didn’t help that you felt as though you were watching a memory pulled from your head and played out before your eyes. 

Matty hummed to himself as he loosened the lug nuts from the tires on the car in front of him, trained hands quick at work, completely unaware of the way Dakota was plotting her seduction techniques - too busy thinking about what he was going to do to you in reward for finishing your term paper.

The silence throughout the shop was making his skin crawl, wracking his brain to try and find something to converse with the stranger about, not typically caring about the answer when he asked. “So, you in college?”

“I am.” Dakota grinned through a giggle, twirling her blonde hair in an enticing way despite the fact that Matty wasn’t even looking at her. “Nursing.”

Matty nodded, rolling a tire off to the side and allowing it to rest against a beam. “That’s cool.”

You felt as though you were on fire, white knuckled with eyes glued to the scene playing out before you, the familiarity of it was nauseating. For Matty to have once assured you that you were the only girl he had ever fooled around with in the shop, this was all starting to sound a little too fucking familiar for you to still believe him.

Rationally, you knew that despite the similarities, Matty’s disinterest in the girl perched on top of the counter should have been enough for you to feel at ease - but you couldn’t help it. You always teased Matty for the way he got jealous over the smallest of things, but now that you had the feeling coursing through your own veins, you understood him.

Dakota sighed dramatically, drawing Matty’s attention over to her, a fox-like grin spreading over her face as she slowly started to peel out of her jacket. Matty’s eyes never strayed from her face, yet still widened ever so slightly as she threw it off to the side and fanned her face theatrically. “It’s hot in here.”

“Uh-” Matty cut himself off in favor of clearing his throat, quickly turning his attention back to the tires in front of him, skilled hands more unsure and shaky now as he loosened more lug nuts. 

“It’s like deja vu, innit?” George’s sudden presence startled you, you probably would have noticed him leaning against the counter you were working on if you hadn’t been so busy sending death glares at Dakota. “For a second, I thought that was you sitting up there.”

You knew George meant it as a joke, teasing you as he always did, but the fact that someone else had also noticed the all too familiar scene was enough for you to finally stand up from your chair, allowing your feet to carry you across the concrete floor of the shop before you could think rationally. The only thing on your mind was the need to mark him, to own him, to show the blonde girl fantasizing about him that the boy is mine. 

Like a moth drawn to a flame, Matty could feel your presence, dark eyes immediately landing on you. The uncomfortability in his eyes immediately replaced with a mix of love and maybe a hint of something smug as he watched you make your way over towards them, fighting off a smirk of his own with each step closer you got, slowly moving to stand up next to the car as Dakota carried on with her antics completely unaware of the fact that you were about to rain all over her parade. 

“So, do you have a girlfriend?” Dakota asked in a high voice that you knew wasn’t her real voice, jaw clenching as you inched closer and closer to Matty who was now leaning up against the car waiting on you, dark eyes scanning along the expanse of your body with a smirk. “I can’t imagine a guy like you tying yourself down to just one girl.”

And in her defense, that was something that rang true with Matty - until he met you. He had no desire to tie himself down in a relationship, always arguing that there were so many women out there in the world that it seemed silly to choose just one forever. Clearly, that ideology got thrown out the window the second his eyes landed on you that very first night you came to get your car fixed, standing in the middle of the shop like a lost puppy and driving him insane. He knew within the first ten minutes of talking to you what all the fuss surrounding monogamy was about. 

The question was no sooner tumbled from her lips and you were in front of her, intentionally knocking against one of her dangling legs as you walked right past her in favor of making your way over to your boyfriend who already had you all figured out. Matty’s smirk deepened, leaning back against the car with his tattooed arms crossed over his chest, looking you up and down once more now that you were only a few steps away from him and he could get a better look at you. “Hey baby.”

You didn’t reply, too busy grabbing his face between your manicured hands and pulling his lips against your own in a kiss that was inching the line of too graphic for the public eye. Matty’s arms were quick to uncross from his chest in favor of grabbing your hips, pinching the one that was out of her line of vision, smirking against your mouth as he allowed you to make your point, to mark your territory. 

Once the boiling rage inside of you had melted down to a simmering heat, you pulled away from the kiss, eyes drawn to the way Matty licked his own after. Matty cleared his throat, threading an arm around your waist as he pulled you into his side, looking over at the blonde who’s face now matched the way yours had looked when you first came over here - green with envy. “This is my girl-”

“I’m his wife.” You cut Matty off with an overly bright smile, tilting your head and giving her a sarcastic wave of your fingers, stomach flipping when you felt Matty’s fingers dig into the side of your waist. You quite liked the feel of that. 

Matty cleared his throat of a laugh, smirking to himself and shaking his head softly at you. “Right, sorry, must have forgotten your ring at home, then?” 

Matty’s teasing tone had you sending a glare up at him, wrapping an arm of your own behind his back and slipping it under his shirt so you could dig your fingernails into the bare skin of his back, earning you a deeper dig of his fingers into your waist. “I must have.”

Matty’s dark eyes flickered down to your lips for a split second, digging your fingernails deeper into his back at the sight, jump starting him to open his mouth again, turning his attention over to the blonde and speaking through a smug smile. “This is my girl, isn’t she pretty?”

You preen at his words, a cocky smile gracing your face as Dakota shifted against the counter, you made a mental note to scrub the counter clean of her germs as soon as she left. 

“Yeah, she’s -” Dakota paused so she could scan her blue eyes across your frame, you shifted under her gaze, narrowing your eyes when she locked her own with yours - a snarky smile spreading over her pale face as she tilted her head in a condescending way. “Cute.”

You were no stranger to her tone, you knew exactly what she meant by that, taking a step forward, ready to actually lay hands on the girl but Matty’s tight hand around your waist kept you from doing so. 

“Mate, can I borrow your lighter? I’m trying to go take a smoke break but mine won’t fucking light.” George, bless him, spoke through the thick tension between you and Dakota.

“George.” You beamed, tilting your head to the side and giving him the brightest smile you could muster up, the blonde already quick to groan, knowing you were about to ask him for something. “You wanna take this over? I need Matty for a minute.” 

George eyed the two of you, trying to figure out answers to the questions whirring in his mind just from looking at you. Matty spoke up before George had the chance to. “I’m almost done, it’ll only be a few more minutes, I don’t need him to take over.”

George opened his mouth to speak, yet again was cut off by you talking over him, glaring up at Matty and speaking more sternly now - pressing your nails into his back to make your motive more clear. “George can take over.”

“I can take over.” George nodded, finally being able to get a word in, tilting his head down at Matty with a knowing grin on his face. “Think you better go with her, mate.” 

You grin at George, only widening when his brown eyes rolled before shooting you an all knowing wink. You pulled your hand out from under the back of Matty’s shirt in favor of grabbing his wrist, ignoring Dakota’s huff of protest as you dragged Matty throughout the shop, a tight grip on the numbers tattooed on his wrist as you zig zagged your way through to the back storage room. A place where brand new tires, extra sets of tools and various car parts were stored, waiting to be used but otherwise abandoned. It was a path you knew by heart, a room Matty had taken you in more times than you could count at this point, the entire shop knew if they saw the two of you headed that way to not even bother coming near it. 

Normally when Matty was the one dragging you down this path, your cheeks were tinted pink out of embarrassment as the men watched the two of you with all knowing eyes, but now you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed. You felt powerful with your fingers wrapped around Matty’s wrist, dragging him through the door to the storage room and letting it slam shut. 

You turned to face Matty who was already facing you with a shit eating grin, tilting his head to the side, cocky and patronizing. “Care to remind me when we got married? I don’t seem to recall.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You spoke through gritted teeth, not even giving him the chance to expand the smug smirk on his face before crashing your lips against his own, both of you moaning at the contact as the kiss very quickly grew to be more tongue and teeth than anything else. 

Matty’s hands were quick to find home on your hips, squeezing them before allowing them to slide to the backs of your thighs in preparation for him to pick you up, quick to wrap your legs around his waist and make him swallow a groan as he blindly walked the two of you towards the makeshift desk that you had been bent over more times than you could count. 

Matty lowered you down on top of the desk, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth and releasing it with a pop before diving back in for more. You could feel your mind already growing to be quite hazy, already forgetting the reason you had dragged him back into this room in the first place and that simply wouldn’t do. You needed to gain back control. You trailed your hands away from his face and down the expanse of his arms, squeezing a muscle on the journey down and causing Matty to nip at your lip again. The journey of your hands traveled down his back next, slipping one hand under his shirt while the other trailed lower to the back pocket of his jeans, slyly slipping the paisley printed square from it as you dragged the material of his shirt up until Matty was breaking away long enough to take it off. 

As soon as the shirt was off Matty’s frame he was quick to lean back down to kiss you but you were quick to put a hand to his chest to stop him from doing so, staring up at the man who’s thick eyebrows were drawing together in confusion with innocent eyes and a faint smirk. You pushed against Matty’s chest, his body not budging even slightly, only taking a step away from you when you raised an eyebrow at him and pushed against it again. Matty narrowed his eyes, trying to figure you out, giving you space to hop down from the desk. 

Even now that he was towering over you, you couldn’t help but still feel that all mighty power as you trailed your hand down to the middle of his chest, pushing against it and walking forward, a dark smile growing over your face as Matty followed blindly, walking backwards until his back hit against the concrete wall, wincing as the exposed pipe along the wall dug into his spine. 

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to try and combat the smile that spread over your face, trailing your hand down his chest that started to rise and fall more rapidly the lower it got, his stomach caving in slightly under your hand - the sound of his heavy breathing filled the silence as your hand traced the blue ink on his hip. You allowed your hand to slip a little lower, teasing along the waistband of his jeans before hooking a finger through the loop of the denim and tugging on it slightly. 

“You gonna tell me what all of this is about?” Matty’s voice had already dropped an octave lower, speaking through pants that told you that you already had him in the palm of your hand. “Why you felt the need to drag me back here while I was in the middle of helping a customer? How do you expect me to run a business if you don’t learn how to be patient?”

“Oh, please.” You scoffed, tugging on the loop of his jeans again and fixing him with a pointed look. “Like you didn’t notice her eye fucking you.”

“I didn’t notice her at all.” Matty corrects, dark eyes trailing down your body and back up with a smirk that was all too teasing. “Not until she took her jacket off anyway.” You stretched your pinky up to dig a nail into the blue ink on his hip, only stretching the smirk on his face wider, tilting his head down at you in a condescending way. “Is my little girl jealous?”

Matty brought a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “She reminded me of you, you know.” rubbing your cheek with his thumb before bringing it down to trail over your bottom lip. “That first night I met you, so fucking eager and desperate for my attention.” Pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb until he was satisfied with the distance and released it back with a pop. “Guess a year hasn’t changed you all that much.”

You swallowed thickly, could feel the power slipping through your fingers as Matty’s fingers took hold of your chin, tipping it up so he could fix you with a feverish kiss that had your legs growing weaker and weaker with each passing swipe of his tongue against your own - mumbling against your lips. “What did you think was gonna happen?”

Matty pulled away from the kiss, taking your bottom lip with it, releasing it in favor of running his thumb along the swollen, bitten raw expanse of it. Smirk evident on his face - dark, dangerous eyes scanned your face, warning you that his poking and prodding was far from done.

“Did you think I was gonna take her right there up on that counter? Like I did with you?” Prying your mouth open with his thumb so he could slip it into your mouth, smirking down at you. “You know I have a thing for college girls.”

You knew he was just teasing you to get under your skin, you knew he liked to get you all riled up, you knew that he didn’t actually feel this way - he was far too in love with you to ever look at another girl that way. But that didn’t stop you from white knuckling the paisley fabric that you had kept hidden behind your back as you bit down softly, but pointedly on this thumb, glaring up at him as he continued to smirk down at you.

“Don’t have to worry about that, darling.” Matty cooed, prying your mouth open once more so he could lean down and spit in it. “She wasn’t slutty enough for me.” You swallowed the groan that threatened to spill out along with his spit, Matty smirked at how quick you were to swallow. “Spent a year corrupting you, ruining you, making you my perfect little princess. Why would I want to start over?”

You couldn’t swallow down the groan this time, heart racing against your chest as you realized you needed to gain back control, fast. You tucked the paisley into the back of your skirt quickly, before grabbing his face just as fast, pulling him back into a frenzied kiss full of tongue and teeth, waiting until he was pliant against you to start trailing your hands down his arms, interlocking your fingers with his own. You bit his bottom lip, swallowing the groan he released into your mouth, distracting him as you slowly raised his arms above his head, crossing a wrist over the other and holding the both of them between one hand - a task that Matty could do so easily with your own but you struggled with, stretching your fingers as far at they’d go to hold both of his wrists crossed together, smirking as you pulled away from the kiss. 

Now that Matty was no longer under your trance, his eyebrows furrowed together in the compromising position he found himself in, glancing up at your small hand that held his arms in place above his head. You were scared that he’d break free, it wouldn’t be hard for him to, you were far weaker than him. Really, all he’d have to do is nudge your hand off and he’d be a free man, but he didn’t. Instead, his dark eyes fell back down to meet your own, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed thickly.

The smirk on your face only grew more confident as Matty played along with you, allowing you to have a bit of power for once. You were sure that he was holding his own arms above his head better than you were now, the thought made you dizzy. You used your free hand to reach behind your back, pulling the paisley printed fabric from the waistband of your skirt in favor of holding it up in front of you, shaking it ever so softly as Matty’s dark eyes burned a hole against it. Eyes that grew ever so slightly wider as you slowly removed your hand from his wrists, heat swirling in your stomach when Matty’s arms didn’t even flinch at the freedom, holding the black bandana between both of your hands now, twirling it between manicured fingers and staring up at him with innocent eyes. 

Matty swallowed thickly, clearing his throat yet his voice came out hoarse anyway. “What are you gonna do with that, sweetheart?”

You smirk, trailing the black bandana along the expanse of his exposed skin before leaning up on the tips of your toes so you could reach where his wrists were crossed over one another. You brought the black bandana around the back of the exposed pipe on the wall, crossing it over Matty’s wrists, his dark eyes wide and chest falling up and down quick at the feeling of the black bandana wrapping around his skin - gulping as you leaned in like you were about to give him a kiss but stopping just short enough to only allow him to feel your breath against his lips as you whispered with a tightening tug. “Whatever I want.”

Matty groaned at the sight of you falling down to your knees, instinctively tugging his hands against the bandana that bounded him to the exposed pipe on the wall, jaw clenching when his hands didn’t break free. You smirk to yourself at the sight, thankful for your mother for forcing you to be in girl scouts, making you able to tie a good enough knot to hold him there - you think she’d have a heart attack if she knew you had used the skill to tie up your older boyfriend so you could have your way with him. 

You batted your eyes up at Matty who had his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, muscles in his arm flexing as he tried to find a position to have his arms in that didn’t have them growing numb too quickly. You sit up on your knees, trailing open mouthed kisses down from his belly button, licking along the blue ink that you had traced earlier, biting it and causing Matty’s body to jolt. “Fuck.”

You smirked against his skin, licking a strip from the tattoo on his hip across to the trail of hair that peaked out above the waistband of his jeans, grazing your teeth along the surface as you brought your hands up to undo the buckle of his belt. The clanking sound of his belt mixed heavenly with the sound of Matty’s heavy breathing, a groan thrown into the mix when you popped open the button of his jeans with ease and leaned forward to take hold of the silver zipper between your teeth, staring up at him and you dragged it down. “Oh, god.”

You laugh softly, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you pull the denim of his jeans down, taking his boxers with it, quick to lick the palm of your hand before wrapping it around his hard length. Matty’s head fell back against the exposed pipe with a groan, staring down at you over a heaving chest, licking his bottom lip as you pumped him until you couldn’t take it anymore - wanting to tease him but desperate to get your mouth on him. 

You found a solution for a middle ground between the two, leaning forward to place a soft, faint kiss against his red, aching tip. “Baby.” Matty groans, you smirk, leaning forward to place another that had him tugging on the restraint again. “Don’t tease me.”

You stare up at him with a pout, pumping him once, twice, grazing your manicured nails along the expanse of his length. “But it’s so much fun.” You tease, leaning in with a smirk as you kitten licked his tip this time instead of kissing it, causing Matty’s hips to jump forward. “Be still.”

Matty huffs, swallowing thick, clenching his bounded hands together as you continued to leave soft kisses from his tip down to the base, an occasional lick when you encountered a vein. “Fuck, need you to stop teasing me, baby.”

“Do you?” You cooed, licking a longer stripe along the side of his length, a groan tumbling from Matty’s bitten raw lips. “Do you think you deserve it?”

Matty chuckles darkly through a pant, his dark eyes pinning you to the floor, you could feel your stomach flip in anticipation of what he might say. “You sure are bold for a girl who couldn’t wait five fucking minutes for me to finish doing my job so you could get my cock down your throat.”

You pump him one more time before stilling your hand along the base, staring up at him with eyes that reminded him who held all the power right now. He could talk as dirty as he wanted but at the end of the day, he was still at your mercy. You pout once more, squeezing the base of his dick softly before dropping it in favor of running your hand along his stomach, tilting your head at him to speak condescendingly. “But it’s not down my throat, is it?”

“It better be soon.” Matty threatened in a low, gravely voice that shot straight down to your core. The action of you shifting on your knees against the concrete floor didn’t go unnoticed by the mechanic, giving him all the confidence in the world to poke and prod you some more about the blonde who was most likely still out in the shop with George. “Or I’ll call her in here to do it for you.” 

Your fingernails dug into his hip at the empty threat, the feeling only pushed Matty further. “You saw how she was gagging for it, I’m sure she’d be more than happy to take your place.”

Once again, you knew the threat was empty, but that didn’t stop the fire from lighting under your ass at his words. You allowed the anger and jealousy coursing through your veins to mix with the need to please, the need to be good, the need to be better than her - a girl that he couldn’t even compare to you, a girl he didn’t even give a shit about but was nagging in the back of your mind. Despite the screaming urge to tease him further, you found yourself leaning in once more, taking hold of the base before locking eyes with him and allowing spit to dribble from your mouth and fall over his tip. You grin when Matty tossed his head back with a groan, sliding your hand up to collect the spit and drag it back down along his length. 

Matty tugged against the exposed pipe once more, panting and clenching a jaw when it was no use. You felt your stomach flip as Matty’s eyes darkened with that dangerous look again, slowly pumping him in your hand as he smirked, opening his mouth to draw out in a song-like voice - teasing the idea that he was calling out for the blonde to come take over. “Dakota.”

You glare up at him, wanting nothing more than to wipe that fucking smirk off his face, angry that the only way you knew how was to give him what he wanted. You leaned down to swirl your tongue around his tip before finally allowing your lips to wrap around him, a groan mixed whine falling from Matty’s mouth as you slowly took him deeper into your mouth, pumping what you couldn’t fit in. “There she is.”

You hum around his length, making him groan at the vibrations that followed, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head, swirling your tongue around the tip and pulling off with a kiss to it. You smiled up at him as you continued to pump him in your hand, tilting your head to the side. “You still wanna call her in here to take my place?”

“Depends.” Matty’s deep voice speaking straight to your already throbbing core. “You gonna give me what I want?”

You wanted to tell him no, that he didn’t deserve it, not with the way he’d been throwing the blonde in your face this whole time. But he looked so fucking pretty like this, arms tied above his head, chest heaving, curls falling over his forehead as he stared down at you, eyes glued to your every move. You love him, you love making him feel good, love the noises he makes when you do. How could you ever tell him no when you wanted it just as bad?

With that, you were wrapping your lips back around his length, breathing deeply through your nose and relaxing your throat as you slowly lowered yourself on him. Matty panted through groans and whines the further you took him in, tugging against the restraints when the hair on his stomach ticked against the tip of your nose. “Fuck, baby.” Matty whined breathlessly. You held your nose against his abdomen for a beat, swallowing around him before pulling off of him with teary eyes, pumping him quickly as you tried to catch your breath. “Oh, god.”

You smile softly before taking him in your mouth again, bobbing your head to the beat of your throbbing core, squeezing your thighs together to try and relive some of the pressure, moaning around his length when Matty took notice and kicked your knees apart against the cold concrete floor so he could fit his boot clad foot between your thighs.

You roll against the steel toe part of the boot experimentally, moaning around his length again at the pleasure that bloomed through you, mixed with an ounce of shame for the fact that you were getting off on your boyfriend's boot. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed, only grinding down on his shoe with more fever now as you swirl your tongue over never ending veins. 

“Such a dirty fucking girl.” Matty groaned. “Never seen a girl as filthy as you.”

You moan again, whether it was due to his words of the roll of your hips, you weren’t quite sure. 

“Always fucking gagging for it.” Matty continued, slowly rolling his own hips to meet the bob of your mouth on him, hissing when he hit the back of your throat. “You wanna gag for it, you can gag on it.”

Matty’s hips snapping forward no sooner than the words left his mouth, the sudden feeling of him sliding down your throat had a tear falling from your eye as you gagged around him. Matty was quick to pull away and allow you to catch your breath, you knew if his hands weren’t bound that he’d be running them through your hair to comfort you as you fought to catch your breath.

“Breathe, baby.” The simple command had your lungs almost instantly filled with air, tears drying on your cheeks as you wrapped your lips back around his tip, tapping your fingernails against his hip to signal for him to fuck your throat now that you were prepared for it. Matty groaned through a smile, rolling his hips into your mouth, gasping at the feeling. The action had your own hips rolling against his boot again. “There she is, there’s my good little girl, so fucking good for me.” 

You groan at the praise, the vibrations making Matty toss his head back against the exposed pipe before rolling his head to the side so he could watch the way he fucked your mouth. Now that you didn’t have to focus so much on sucking his dick, you could focus more on the roll of your hips, familiar heat already coiling in your stomach at an embarrassingly face past as you grinded down on the steel toe of his boot. The pleasure that bloomed through your veins was mind numbing, the feeling of Matty’s hips fucking rougher into your mouth only added to the mind numbing affect.

“Fuck.” Matty whined, losing himself in the feeling of sliding down your throat, in the way you swallowed around him every so often when you weren’t too focused on the heat blooming through your stomach. 

He fucked down your throat in a pace that had tears spilling down your cheeks again, groan after whine tumbling from his bitten raw lips as he continuously pulled and tugged on the black bandana that bounded him to the exposed pipe on the wall, desperate to break free from the restraints so he could hold your hair and really fuck your throat how he wanted. 

Each and every attempt ended in the same result, a frustrated groan falling from your boyfriend’s mouth and a satisfied moan vibrating over his length as you watched him struggle against the knots you created. 

The heat boiling under your skin was growing to be too much to handle, rolling your hips down on his boot clad foot with more fever now, chasing a high that you were so close to hurtling towards. “Look at you, getting off on my boot. You gonna cum all over it?” 

You groan around his length, nodding as best as you could with a mouthful and grinding down on the steel toe leather in a pace that matched the one Matty was fucking your mouth with, desperate to be sent over the edge. Matty felt as though he was losing his mind - the vulnerability of being tied up for you, the feeling of his cock sliding down your throat with each thrust, the sight of you so desperate for release that you’re grinding down on his boot. It was too much, too overwhelming. He could feel himself slipping into a headspace that gave him the confidence to speak his darkest desires. 

“You look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat, baby, fuck.” His voice was deep, strained, fucked out. Tears flowed freely from your eyes as he continued his assault to your throat, sure that it would be wrecked for days on end after this was all said and done. His head rolled to the side, chest heaving as he could feel his stomach tightening into a coil that was begging to be released. “Always take me so well, made to suck Daddy’s dick. Isn’t that right, princess?” A broken moan gasped through pants as he fucked your throat harder, completely unaware to the word slipped through. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”

The feeling of Matty’s dick slamming against the back of your throat, the tears that fell with each thrust of his hips and mixed with the spit that dripped down your chin, the word that Matty had just said - it was all too overwhelming for you. Grinding down on his boot, your mind falling down a spiral of Daddy, Daddy, Daddy until you were falling apart on top of the steel toed leather, eyes rolling back into your skull as more tears fell down your cheeks. 

“Fuck, that’s it, baby girl. Cum all over my boot.” Matty hissed as the unrelenting moans released against his length as your orgasm crashed into you, hips stuttering as your shaky hand trailed down his stomach and over to the blue ink on his hip, pressing your nails into the rose, the action had Matty’s hips slowing. Tossing his head back in a guttural groan when your hand slid back over the base of his dick, bobbing your head up and down on his length and taking back control, still allowing him to roll his hips to meet your mouth. “Oh my god. I’m so fucking close.”

Matty’s words had you doubling your efforts on him, hollowing your cheeks and running your tongue along the underside before pulling off with a kiss to his tip, pumping him quickly in your hand to make up for the loss of your mouth. You grinned up at your boyfriend, sure that you looked as fucked out as you felt, spit drooling from your swollen lips and mixing with tears on your chin.

“Yeah?” Your voice wrecked, scratchy and hoarse. You were shocked to hear that you even still had one. Eyes innocent and doe like as you drew him in for the kill. “You wanna cum down my throat, Daddy?”

“Oh, fuck me.” Matty whined, thrashing against the expose pipe, desperate to break free from confinement, cursing the black paisley fabric for being so fucking strong. He could feel that he was on the brink of falling apart, felt as though he was on the brink on insanity as he replayed the sound of you calling him the name that he had dreamed of hearing you moan each and every time he found his own hand wrapped around himself on nights you weren’t with him over and over again. His chest was heaving, breathless moans released through desperate pants as he felt the familiar heat bubbling in his stomach, hips stuttering as they rolled to meet your fist - a tell tale sign that he was about to cum. “Baby.”

“Too bad.” No sooner than the pet name was tumbled from his lips, your hand was leaving his cock. The whimper that ripped from Matty’s throat from his ruined orgasm shot straight down to your still throbbing core, rolling your hips down on his boot involuntarily at the sound of your boyfriend begging for you to let him finish. And really, you felt on top of the world as you finally got to return the sentiment he had said to you all those months ago in the floorboard of his car after ruining an orgasm of your own. “You don’t deserve to.”

Matty groaned, dark eyes rolling back as he fought to break free from the black bandana wrapped around his wrist, cursing himself for ever speaking those words to you when the jealousy had clouded his own brain now that they were being used back against him. 

He didn’t beg, he knew there was no point in doing so, choosing instead to rest his head against the exposed pipe as he fought to catch his breath. His cock twitched in a deep red shade, begging for release. The only sound that filled the storage room was his heavy breathing, it was like music to your ears.

A smirk spread across your face as you scooted back on the concrete floor, freeing his boot from between your thighs, staring up at Matty and waiting for him to open his tightly shut eyes and focus on you before you leaned down with a smile, sticking your tongue out and licking what remained of your slick against the leather of his boot. The groan that ripped from Matty’s throat at the sight only fueled your further, arching your back and wiggling your hips as you licked the top of his boot clean, leaning back on your haunches with an innocent smile that had Matty feeling as though he was about to cum untouched. “Fuck.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, holding onto his hips for support as you lifted yourself off of the ground, the aching pain from being pressed against the concrete floor for so long already settling in. Matty watched through half lidded eyes as you turned your head to the side, scanning the surrounding area before landing on the item you were searching for. 

You took a few steps back over towards the makeshift desk that Matty had set you down on top of earlier, turning to look at Matty over your shoulder as you innocently grabbed the metal chair sitting in front of it in between your manicured nails before dragging it over to where your boyfriend was now far more alert than he was when you left him. You softly kicked at the back of his heels, signaling for him to step out for you, giving you the room to slide the metal chair behind him. “Sit.”

Matty gulped, glancing behind him to make sure there were no notches in the exposed pipe that would prevent him from doing so, slowly sliding down to sit in the chair when he found none. Matty shifted against the cold metal of the chair, goosebumps raising against his arms that ached from being tied above his head for so long. 

Matty stared at you with dark, pleading eyes. You smiled at the sight, bringing your hands down to the hem of your shirt and peeling it off in a flash, quick to take your bra with it before dropping your skirt and underwear off next. Matty groaned at the sight, shifting against the metal chair, cock twitching and begging for attention. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you balled up your red thong between the palm of your hand, walking over to sit in your boyfriend's lap and shooting him a wink before stuffing the skimpy material in the front pocket on his jeans. 

Matty grinned at the sight, one that crumbled along with the rest of his face as his cock brushed up against your thigh as you settled over his lap. You pouted, bringing your fingers up to run through his curls, grinning when he nuzzled his head further against your hand. “Poor baby, so fucking desperate for me.”

Matty nodded, swallowing thickly and hissing as you brought your hand down between the two of you to take hold of him, pumping him slowly and making his chest start to heave once more. “You want me to fuck you?” Matty nodded, more eager than before, groaning as you swiped your thumb over his tip, spreading the precum over his length. “Yeah? You sure you don’t want to call her in here to do it for me?”

Matty was shaking his head before you could even finish the question, curls bouncing over the fingers you still had intertwined in his hair. “No, only want you, baby.” You tugged on his hair, his words shot straight to your throbbing core. You already felt so desperate for him even after already falling apart once, you couldn’t imagine how he felt. “Please fuck me. Need you to fuck me, angel. Please, please, plea-”

You cut him off in favor of crashing your lips against his own, the sound of your boyfriend who was usually so dominant and in control reduced to pleading had your cunt clenching and mind spinning, a complete role reversal for the two of you. Matty groaned into your mouth, forcing you to swallow a gasp when your thumb swiped over his tip one last time before trailing down to grab at his base, guiding him to where he so desperately craved. The feeling of his tip pushing against your entrance had him breaking away from the kiss in favor of tossing his head back, overwhelmed and desperate, pulling on the restraints and rolling his head to the side so he could lock eyes with you.

“I love you.” Matty whispered breathlessly through a heaving chest, dark eyes starting to roll back as you slowly started to sit down on his length. “I love you, I love you, I love - oh, fuck.”

A broken whine pulled from Matty harmonized with the groan that tumbled from you as he bottomed out inside of you, cunt clenching around him as you adjusted to the feeling of him stretching you out. You would think that after a year you’d be used to the feeling, but it still felt like he was splitting you open every single time. Matty moaned, pulling on the restraints once more and huffing when it didn’t break him loose. “Let me out, need to touch you.”

You shook your head softly, rolling your hips to distract him from the denial, the pleasure that rippled through you was dull, you needed more. But you had to play with him for just a little longer. 

You tugged on his hair one last time before trailing the hand down to his neck, Adam’s apple bobbing under your fingers that traced along his throat before finding the confidence to wrap around his neck. Your cunt clenched at the sight, not even squeezing your hand in an attempt to choke him, just resting your hand lightly against the surface. But it was enough to make Matty groan, enough to make you throb, enough to make you feel like you owned him. “Who do you belong to?”

Matty whined. “You.”

“Say my name.” You commanded, rolling your hips ever so slightly, a mind numbing feeling for someone as desperate as him. Matty moaned your name, eyes rolling back as you started to squeeze his throat lightly. “Louder. I want her to hear you say it.” Matty whines, moaning your name louder than before and fueling your hips to roll faster, too desperate to be embarrassed. “Good boy.”

Matty whimpers, eyes pleading as he attempts to break free for what felt like the millionth time. “Please.” You took pity on him, finally lifting your hips and dropping them just as quickly, effectively numbing his mind as you bounced on top of his lap, your own head tipping back at how full you felt. “Oh, god. Oh, fuck.”

“Matty.” You whine, taking your hand off of his throat in favor of bringing it down over your stomach, eyes rolling back at the feeling of it bulging with every drop of your hips. “So fucking full.”

It was almost as if his name tumbling from your lips had awoken him, snapping out of his own pleasure to focus on your own, quick to fall back into his usual role.

“Look at you taking my cock like you were fucking made for it, made for me, my perfect little princess.” You moan, clenching around him and making him hiss, shifting against the metal chair and securing his feet against the concrete floor so he could start fucking up into you - an action that was quite difficult for him to do without his hands but he managed. Fueled by the sight of your eyes rolling back into your skull.

“My fucking girl, my best girl, my only girl.” Matty groaned, ignoring the deep ache settled in the muscles of his arms and the way that he was so close to falling over the edge that he thought his head was going to explode, but he ignored both in favor of focusing on making you fall apart again first. Matty waited until your eyes found him again before he fixed you with a smirk, voice breathless and full of desperation. “My wife.”

You threw your head back with a groan, clenching around him and riding him faster now, the title had you throbbing around him. “Matty, fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s what you want, right?” Matty groaned, hips snapping up to meet the fall of your own in a mind numbing rhythm that had you both feeling as though you were on fire. “Want me to put a ring on your finger and pump you full of my cum for the rest of your life?”

You whine pitifully, head falling over onto Matty’s shoulder now, teeth grazing the spot where his neck and shoulder meet before biting down on the area to try and silence the sounds he was pulling from you. “Yes.”

“Yeah, fuck, can’t wait to make you my girl forever.” Matty spoke through gritted teeth, fighting off his own orgasm as he encouraged you towards yours. “Make you a fucking Healy so everyone knows who you belong to.”

“Please.” You beg, clenching around him and sucking a bruise into the pale skin your mouth rested again. 

“I will, I promise.” Matty swallowed thickly, knocking his chin against the side of your head. “Let me out, you made your point.” Speaking hotly into your ear. “Now let me take over and fuck my girl like she deserves.” 

You whine, pitiful and breathless. You wanted to end this with him begging for you, but you were on fire, skin crawling with desperation that you couldn’t seem to ease. Your thighs were aching, you knew the ache in them was incomparable to what Matty’s arms must be feeling by now, you needed him to take over. You both did. You swallowed your pride, sucking another bruise alongside the fresh one you had just made as you blindly reached up to undo the tight knot you had created, surprised by how quickly you were able to undo the fabric considering how hard Matty fought against it.

The black bandana hadn’t even fallen to the floor yet and Matty was already hooking his arms around your waist, lifting the two of you off of the metal chair in favor of walking you over to the makeshift desk from before and laying you down on top of it, you whine at the cold feeling of the metal beneath you. Matty was quick to fuck into you with a pace that had you grasping at his back, nails digging beneath the skin and dragging down. The sounds tumbling from the two of you were endless and desperate, both of you chasing a high that you were so fucking close to reaching. 

“Can’t believe you got jealous over that girl.” Matty grunted, hips snapping against your own, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and bringing a hand down so he could run his thumb along your bottom lip, pushing it to the side until it fell back in place with a pop. “Why would I feel the need to even look at another young girl when I already have one purring underneath me, a fucking wet dream, taking my cock like the good little girl that she is.”

His thrusts grew impossibly quicker, harder, mind number as he brought his free hand down around your thigh so he could rub tight circles across your swollen bundle of nerves. The feeling had you gasping, arching your back off the desk as heat swam throughout your veins and lit you on fire. Matty was drunk on the sight, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he trailed his thumb down from your lip to your neck so he could wrap a possessive hand around it. 

“Why would I want a new fucktoy when I already have the prettiest one?”

You whine pitifully, squirming against the cool metal of the makeshift desk, clenching around him as you felt yourself hurtling closer and closer to the edge. “Matty, please.”

“You gonna cum, princess? You wanna cum all over my cock?” You nodded, whimpering and moaning his name like it was gospel. Matty doubled his efforts on your clit, swiping his fingers across it in a way that had your toes curling over his shoulder. “Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for Daddy.” Just like before, you found yourself repeating a mantra of Daddy over and over again until you were falling apart, allowing yourself to actually voice it out loud this time instead of keeping it in your head. “That’s it, there’s my good little girl. So fucking good for me, fuck.”

Matty fucked you through your high, keeping two of his fingers against your throbbing bundle of nerves as he desperately chased his own release, the feeling of you falling apart on him had him so close that he could taste it. 

“Want me to cum inside you, baby? Pump you nice and full of my cum so everyone know that you’re all fucking mine, that you belong to me?” You whine, nodding your head as your aftershocks rolled through you. “Yeah? Fuck, scream my name, baby. Let her know what she’s missing out on, what you beat her to.” You felt as though you didn’t even need the instruction to scream his name, the letters falling off your tongue like gospel as he drilled into you, fingers drawing tight figure eights across your clit that had your toes curling as you felt yourself falling apart for a third time, the feeling of your walls throbbing around him as yet another orgasm crashed into you sent Matty over the edge. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, holy - fuck, baby. Oh my god. I’m-”

Matty came with a guttural moan, falling over you as gasp mixed whines forced their way through breathless pants as he spilled inside of you. His sweaty curls tickled your neck as he laid against your chest trying to catch his breath as he came down from his high. “Fuck.”

You couldn't help but giggle, shaking your head as you thought about the blonde girl you hoped was long gone at this point, about how the two of you had just fueled teasing banter from George for at least the next few months, about the forgotten term paper still sitting open on his work space counter. You couldn’t find it in yourself to worry about any of it right now, not when Matty was leaving a trail of kisses up your chest, along the side of your neck before ultimately finding home against your own. 

“I fucking love you.” You smiled into the kiss, returning the sentiment when Matty pulled away from the kiss, staring up at him with eyes that you were positive were gleaming. “And I’m sorry about Dakota, judging by the name, I was fully expecting a bloke to walk in here.”

You laughed, shaking your head softly. “No, I’m sorry for getting so jealous, I feel rather silly.”

“Don’t be.” Matty scoffed, smirking down at you. “It was fucking hot.”

You snort, slapping a soft, playful hand down on his shoulder, sending him into a fit of laughter. “Well, I don’t want you to feel like you can’t have any female customers.” You sighed, reaching a hand up to thread your fingers through his gray streaked curls. “Just, maybe no college girls who are so painfully obviously gagging for it.”

“Damn, guess that means I won’t be able to work on your car anymore, princess.” Matty teased, earning another smack to his arm that had him in a fit of laughter once more. “She was fucking gagging for it, though. Poor girl.”

You huffed with a roll of your eyes. “Okay, I never want to speak of her ever again.”

Matty nodded in agreement, smiling down at you that only grew wider the longer his eyes locked with your own. “What?”

A flush pink color washed over Matty’s cheeks as his smile deepened when he shrugged, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles against your leg that was still thrown over his shoulder. “I wasn’t lying, you know.”

You felt your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Matty drops his head against your leg to try and hide his sheepish smile, knocking your knee against the side of his head to make him look at you again, you could see the nerves behind his eyes despite the fact that they were filled with so much love, gleaming down at you. “I’m gonna marry you one day.”

You scoff through a laugh to combat the way your heart skipped a beat, trying to act casual as you rolled your eyes and tightened your leg over his shoulder to tease. “Yeah, okay, talk to me when you’re not still drunk on pussy.”

Matty smiled through a laugh, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss that only made your heart skip another beat, butterflies swarming in your stomach at the idea of him making you a Healy one day. 

You shook off the thought, you knew it wouldn't happen for a while, but still giddy over the thought that Matty had at least thought about it before. 

As always, Matty could practically hear the thoughts running through your head, smiling to himself and keeping quiet about the fact that he actually thought about it more than he cared to admit, having an entire locked photo album in his phone dedicated to pictures of rings that he had already started saving for. 

He knew you were young, you were still in college for christ’s sake, he hadn’t even met your parents yet. But he loved you. So much. And you were so close to graduating, the promise of living together once you were done with school had Matty counting down the days. And your birthday was coming up, the terrifying reminder that meeting your parents was right around the corner. 

It didn’t hurt to plan for the inevitable. 

Matty squeezed your leg that was still thrown up over his shoulder, holding onto it as if it was a lifebuoy as he slowly pulled out of you, his cum immediately dripping out with it. Matty smirked down at you, winking as he fell to his knees, keeping your leg hooked over his shoulder. You swallowed thickly as Matty leaned forward to lick a fat stripe up the middle of your core, collecting your mixed arousal and moaning at the taste, locking his dark eyes on your own as a smirk grew over his face. “Oh, I’ll always be drunk on pussy.”

OMG SEX BOTS LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALOOONE

"Ah, Malleus, what's wrong?" Asked a worried Lilia. Malleus lifts his head up looking towards the night sky then swiftly moves his gaze towards a single white rose from the dorm's garden. With a quiet voice, he asks the other fae

"Why does fate has to be so cruel.. and take them away from me..?" His voice breaks but his face doesn't change in the slightest, still emotionless but with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

'I've seen all kind of emotions from Malleus..'

A quiet singing voice could be faintly heard in every memories that the fae Prince experienced with the one that will continue to shine like gold in his memories.

A single face could be seen in his memories as he fondly smiled, and for the last time looked at the white rose, as he turned around and looked at Lilia and said "Let's go, Silver and Sebek are still waiting for us."

'I never would have thought that Malleus..'

'..Would openly show me his regret and sorrow to me, about them..'

Lilia thought as he looked at the white rose for a brief moment, his eyes widened as he saw a glimpse of a person..

That person, was smiling and mouthed a silent 'Take care of Malleus, for me, would you?' As the figure finished, their ghostly silhouette turned into dust and the wind flew the dust towards the moon.

Smiling, Lilia nodded and thought 'I will... for everything you've done for him, I'll pay your kindness back..'

'..Yuu...'

F E R A L

IM OFFICIALLY FERAL FOR THIS SERIES

THE DEVIL I KNOW: CHAPTER TWO - LOOK HERE ALL YOU WANT

pairing(s): crossroads demon!eddie munson x fem!reader

chapter summary: Eddie gets your car back. You're trying not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

cw: horror, sacrilegious themes, dark themes, witch!reader, reader is 21+ in modern day, eddie is immortal, possessive behavior, trauma, eddie tortures a guy, blood mention, magic, mean!eddie but not toward reader, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of emotional abuse, bullying/harassment, the word 'whore' indirectly used toward reader, nickname 'daddy' used in a joking manner, reader has a breakdown, drinking, actually kinda fluffy in a way, dark comedy, dead dove: do not eat

this fic contains dark themes and this entire work is explicit. your media consumption is your own responsibility.

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Eddie makes sure that the man feels him before he sees him. It may be cruel, but he’s always had a flair for the dramatic– once a Dungeon Master, always a Dungeon Master– and what’s Hell without a little fun and debauchery?

The man smells Eddie’s sickly sweet, smoky aroma first. It’s the first thing anyone notices about him, of course. The shit follows him everywhere, alerting people of his presence like a fucking cat collar with a bell on it. The wind that he conjures always smells at least like a bonfire– at worst, he’s the grand eruption of Mount Vesuvius. He guesses it’s some sort of infernal practical joke (he formed the hellfire club in life, so now he has to remain in it for the rest of time, or some shit. Don’t ask him. He doesn’t know all the answers, just the dumb ones).

Then the man jolts, his eyes flying all around him as he hears Eddie. Or, at least, what Eddie allows him to hear. It begins in whispers, like leviathans in the mists, murmuring and overlapping each other. It rocks slowly toward a crescendo. And then, Eddie’s voice, soft before the man realizes what’s happening to him. 

“Found you.”

There’s a sickening crack, and then the windshield of the car explodes beneath the man’s spine. He barrel rolls to the ground to find Eddie looming over him, staring him down, his eyes dead black and unforgiving.

“Hi, Spencer.” The heel of Eddie’s boot crushes against the man’s chest, holding him down. Eddie’s voice is comically musical, like the crackling of brush just beginning to go up in flames. “Busy tonight, are we?”

The man, Spencer, trembles as he stares up at Eddie. Blood tinges his bottom lip, either from biting it when he hit the windshield, or from coughing up whatever blood exists in his fermented body. 

He gestures at the duffel bag that he’d been holding when Eddie grabbed him, now laying on the ground. “Look, man– I dunno who you are, b-but you can have all the fuckin’ money, it’s right there–”

“I don’t want your fucking money.” Eddie squints at him, trying to gauge Spencer’s thoughts. They’re malicious, yes, but not murderous. He robbed the liquor store down the street, and then he pulled into the motel around the corner to try to check in with the money. He’s dangerous and stupid, but he’s not a killer. Yet.

Eddie didn’t have to read the guy’s mind to know that, though.

“Whose car is this?”

“What?”

“Whose–” Eddie digs his boot harder into the guy’s chest– “Car?” 

“Some fuckin’ small town whore, how should I know?” Now is not the time to play coy. Spencer learns that when Eddie’s foot shoots forward, and the toe of his book connects ungraciously with his chin. Pain rockets through his jaw. “Fuck!” 

“Save it.” Eddie’s temper has grown exponentially with his immortality, he thinks. He wonders sometimes if he’d always been this way, or if Hell has just made him worse. Probably both. “Do you have any idea who you’ve stolen from?”

He’s seen the memory– Spencer, drunk off his ass and running on blind adrenaline from robbing a corner store, stole your car from the parking lot of a diner; the diner where you work. 

You had to walk home in the rain. Eddie’s heart practically aches, watching you come home to an empty apartment, dirty and wet and shivering. He never wants to see it happen to you again as long as you live. He’s promised you that it won’t. 

He also promised they’ll get as good as they gave. And demon or not, Eddie Munson never ever goes back on a promise.

“Hell, I stole from lotsa people,” Spencer chuckles, his head sliding back and forth across the pavement as he rolls his eyes, gargling on the blood in his mouth. “F’yer here to collect, y’can just take the money and go. I ain’t got nothin’ else.”

“Oh, but you do, Spence.” Eddie grins with sharp teeth when he bends down to pick Spencer up by his throat. The flames in his eyes burst to life, roaring red and demonic. A flash of recognition crosses Spencer’s face when he realizes that Eddie is far more than he seems. “See, you stole from my girl. Now you get to suffer.”

Eddie was always intimidating. He made himself appear like that to push people away, until it started to backfire on him, and then it just got worse when he became a demon. It’s a natural instinct for humans to shrink away. He emanates danger, even when he’s not putting on a show– even when his eyes are dark and he isn’t producing fire from his hands. 

That’s one of the things that sealed your fate. You didn’t shrink away from him, even when he tested you. He’s always been a show off, and he’s very egotistical, he won’t lie. He gave you a little taste of his dark side, showed you his hellfire and brimstone, and you called him hot. To his face.

Well, you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. Even if he wasn’t already sold on you, there was absolutely no way he was letting you go after that.

Eddie dumps Spencer on the ground. In Spencer’s head, the haunting voices seem to crash back raucously as magma boiling at the lip of a volcano. A chill sweeps through Spencer’s body as it retreats, as he feels the creeping panic rising in him, the ringing in his ears. Then, as soon as it fades, it’s again overthrown by the chorus, the cacophony of behemoth voices. Overlapping each other, humming along with the slow heartbeat of the drums.

It’s the arc toward the end of the death metal album Eddie wanted to write during his lifetime, but never got the chance to. It has to be good for something, even if Spencer is never going to appreciate Eddie’s musical genius. 

Spencer doesn’t need to know that, though.

Spencer lays trembling, his hands clapped tight around his ears. Nothing will stop it, save time– and by then, Spencer will probably be wishing Eddie had just killed him and gotten it over with.

Eddie steps around Spencer’s body, sighing. If Hell has made him cruel, it’s also made him weirdly just. Great power, great responsibility… all that jazz. 

Yeah, the powers are pretty fucking cool, he won’t lie about that. 

The windshield of the car decompresses itself at Eddie’s touch, the glass creaking and groaning as it fits back into proper shape. From there, it glows bright orange and melts back into one solid pane of glass, back in the way that it had been before Spencer’s back played Happy New Year with it.

Eddie sits in the driver’s seat, his fingers nearly denting the steering wheel where he grips it. He just hopes that you don’t freak out when he gets your car back to you.

You freak out.

Granted, you only made the deal with Eddie yesterday, and you had a long day at work. For you, the afternoon had been painfully slow. Maybe it was a good thing that the diner doesn’t have a major rush every single lunch service, but it just means more of the shit work that your newbie manager, Colin, loves to give to you now that he has the authority to. You don’t know if it’s payback for you making him slice bread during his training, but he’s taking it a little bit too seriously. 

You’re technically a waitress, so it’s really not in your fucking job description, but tonight he made you clean the men’s bathroom. 

Did you know how many men will just ejaculate onto the wall of the men’s bathroom in a small town diner? No. But now you do, and the answer is too many.

You had to walk home, as per usual since your car was stolen a little less than a week ago. And then you got to your apartment complex, got to the last place on the last row of buildings, and your fucking car was there, in your parking space. Beautiful and gleaming and with fresh license plates.

You’re freaking out. You absolutely are– you didn’t think it was going to happen this quickly. You figured there must be some kind of wait period. Demons aren’t obligated to make shit happen right away, are they?

(They’re not. But this demon could care less.)

When you get inside, all it takes is a single whiff of smoke to deduce that he’s there. In your apartment. With all the lights turned off. You flick one on and find nothing.

“Eddie?” You say his name out loud for the first time, your voice muddled with awe. The faintest of murmurs, but to him you may as well have screamed it.

The lights flicker, and in a flash he’s standing before you. Across the room, leaning against the door to the bedroom like a vision. His eyes crackle with fire, a coy smirk on his face. “I like the way you say my name. It’s pretty.”

You startle, your body suddenly functioning apart from your mind. Your back hits the front door you’ve just stepped through, mirroring him.

“Whoa whoa whoa– hey! It’s okay.” He holds his hands out toward you, palms up, like you’re a frightened animal. In a way, you are. “We’ve been through this before, princess. You don’t have to worry about me, I’m just your friendly neighborhood demon.” 

Eddie reminds himself to stop rewatching Spider-Man every time he gets a chance.

It has to be fake, you think. You’re exhausted, he couldn’t be here. And yet the room is filled with his fragrance, suffocating and somehow intoxicating. Like you might die from it but you’ll enjoy it all the same. It’s so magnetic that it nearly pulls you to him, taking a hesitant step forward toward the bedroom and then stopping short.

“How– you’re not– how are you here?” You ask him as softly as you can manage. “I thought you could only show up at a crossroads.”

“Not everything is literal, sweetheart.” He thumps his hand against the door behind him, giving you a dazed smile. “Points of entry and departure. Two paths meeting. Crossroads.”

“Huh.”

Eddie takes in the sight of you steadily, calmly, worried that if he moves too suddenly then you might disappear. You’re wearing a black, retro-style waitress’ dress and running shoes– muddy from your walk home. You clutch your house keys to your chest almost instinctively.

That reminds him of the reason that he’s here– not just to check you out, unfortunately. He brandishes your car keys, dangling them from one crooked finger. “Brought you your car.”

“Yeah, I, uh… I noticed.” After a heavy beat, you look away. Your voice is thick with tears– you’re crying. “Sorry. Thank you. I didn’t, um– I didn’t mean to offend–”

“Hey– You didn’t.” Eddie doesn’t know what to do with your tears– he doesn’t want to see you cry, ever, but he’s spent a little too much time causing tears to know how to effectively stop them anymore. He places the keys on the counter nearest him, leading into the kitchen. “I know, it’s not what you’re used to.”

“It’s not,” you agree. “It’s nice.”

Eddie rocks back against the door, pressing into it. The wood creaks under his weight. “Nice,” he echoes. “Haven’t been called that in a while. It’s… nice.”

You snort, and it’s enough to have him grinning all over again. You turn away slightly, and when you turn back you smile at him sheepishly. Trying to suck back the tears that had sprung forth so quickly. “How did you get the car back?”

He squints. He thinks to remind you that he has magic, something that a normal person wouldn’t be able to use– except, he didn’t just poof it into your parking space. He drove it, like a dumbass.

He clicks his tongue. Be cool. “I had a talk with the guy who stole it. He won’t be bothering anyone anymore.”

“Oh my god– you killed him?” 

Not that cool. “No! No, I– I would nev–” you’re a demon– “I would seriously consider the consequences–”

“This is unbelievable.” 

“Hey, I got you the car back. Without killing! Even though it took so so so much impulse control, please clap.” He tilts his head and grins at you. He figures he probably looks insane with his glowing eyes and cheshire cat smile.

You nod and take a calculated step forward. You point at the open wine bottle on your kitchen counter. “I’m getting a drink.”

He shrugs. “You own the place.”

“No, I don’t,” you scoff, approaching him. The scent of smoke grows stronger with each step, until you’re engulfed in it. “I pay rent up the ass because I can’t afford any place else.”

Eddie watches you pour a glass of wine with the interest of a collector looking at a piece of fine art. “What would you prefer?” 

The air hangs thick with implication. What do you want me to do? Eddie holds the edge of the counter with his ringed fingers, watching your brow screw up in contemplation. He wants to reach forward and smooth it over with his thumb, get rid of any worries you might have.

He’s a sorry son of a bitch, is what he is.

“What I want–” you stop, your eyes falling to his hand. You stare at it for a long time. Hard knuckles that you’re sure have drawn blood, clunky rings like weapons. You wonder why he keeps them there indefinitely, why he chooses those accessories, keeps this form. He’s intimidating, dangerous-looking, and yet you feel a weird sort of comfort around him. 

He’s the most dangerous thing in any room, and he’s asking what you want.

You look up into the demon’s smoldering eyes, and take a breath. “What I need is to not take home pocket change, because my shithead manager won’t stop skimming my tips. Y’know I trained the fucker?” Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Yeah. Piece of shit won’t stop giving me crap work just because he can, and I’m– I’m–”

Eddie wordlessly nudges the wine glass towards you with the tip of his finger. You grab it and take a long gulp. 

You sort of stutter and cough, trying to catch your breath when your tears of exhaustion keep wanting to spill. You’re furious. You’re so fucking angry that it’s vibrating in your bones, threatening to wither and crack them under its force. You start breathing in heavy, short bursts of air that don’t do much to calm you down at all.

“I’m barely making enough to cover my rent even with my tips,” you continue. “But now he’s stealing them and I’m having to skip breakfast to save food and I can’t find another job because the people in this town fucking hate me–”

A warm hand settles onto your back, heavy between your shoulder blades. A little bit of the tension in your shoulders melts and releases, but along with it comes the tears you were holding back. You shiver, leaning further into his touch as though it’ll ground you. Your sinuses are sore and your eyes sting as hot tears slide down your cheeks, but you let Eddie hold you up. 

“Want me to kill that guy for you?” Eddie smirks when you cough out a little laugh that sounds more like a hiccup, but he’ll take it. “What? I’m so fucking serious. I’m not gonna let anything hurt you anymore. What kind of a demon daddy would I be if I did?”

“Shut up.” You bat his chest with the back of your hand. He chuckles, and the sound is as warm and soothing as his hand on your back. Your lip wobbles, your brow screwing up as you try to even out your voice, but you just come out sounding like you’ve got something stuck in your throat. “What are you, a genie with three wishes? I tell you my sorrows and you snap your fingers and fix it?”

“You get a lot more than three with me, sweetheart,” Eddie promises. His eyes are unwavering, his hand stroking lightly back and forth between your shoulders in a way that has you hypnotized, leaning towards him. “And it may take more than just snapping my fingers, but yes. I’ll do it for you.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re married, baby.” He holds your gaze gently, hoping not to upset you any further. “‘Til death do we part,’ right? We’re a team now. Your needs, my needs. That’s why you signed the contract. That’s why I gave you this.” Eddie’s warm hand ghosts over your wrist, and the mark that bears his name seared into your skin. The mark tingles, itching with recognition at his touch. “Just say the word and it’s yours.”

You’re still crying. Big, glossy tears falling down your cheeks, making him falter. He’s floundering. He doesn’t know how to make them stop, and the more he tries to get you to tell him, the harder they’re falling. You aren’t hyperventilating anymore, thank fuck, but you’re still quietly sobbing, and you’re not telling him what he needs to know.

Eddie tries searching for it. Squints at you, tries reaching into your mind to find what you need– sort of the same way that he saw the memory of you and the fucker who stole your car. All he gets is one repetitive thought, spinning around in the forefront of your mind. 

Hold me. Hold me. Hold me.

“C’mere,” he tells you softly. Eddie reaches forward, turning you slowly by the shoulder until you’re facing him. He watches your face for any kind of disgust– there’s nothing, save the big tears that keep falling. 

He pulls on your shoulder, just barely, and you crumple. You face plant into his chest and take a deep, shuddering breath that rattles in your lungs and tastes like a campfire. Eddie is warm as a space heater and his arms are strong, wrapped around you tightly to keep you from falling. 

Eddie holds you until he feels you stop crying. He thinks. Maybe you’re still crying, but it isn’t shaking your entire body anymore, and he feels like that’s a move in the right direction.

“Just say the word,” he speaks into your hair, just loud enough for you to hear. A timid hand comes up to pet the back of your head. He hasn’t held someone like this in ages. “I can try to read your mind, but then I get the wrong idea, and you won’t like what I’ll do. I’m willing to do anything for you, honest. But y’gotta tell me, baby.”

You hesitate, and then you pull back, puckering your lips in a way that distracts him. He fixates on them, tilting his head as he watches the way they move. Remembering how they felt on his own when he kissed you last night. He hasn’t kissed someone in ages, either.

“No killing Colin,” you conclude, knocking him out of his reverie. He groans. “I’m serious! He’s a dick, but I don’t want that on my conscience. Please, Eddie.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“No.”

“Fine,” Eddie grumbles, pouting and stomping his feet. “But you wouldn’t feel that way if you saw the kind of torture we can whip out in ye olde Hell. Make your skin crawl right the fuck off. Ooh! That’s actually a good idea–”

“Maybe, sometime.” You shake your head. “But not now. Just… get him to quit. Or something. Okay?” 

Your hand presses into Eddie’s chest. It feels like a blast straight into his infernal heart. His eyes fall to it, taking in the willing touch that you give him and letting it define his entire being for a second.

Oh, he’s in trouble. He’s really, really done for.

“Okay, sweetheart. Anything you want.” 

His kiss is a ghost of a touch on your cheek, just barely a whisper of skin on skin. Just enough to make you gasp and nearly turn your head, to lock his lips with yours. You practically fight the urge to do it. Your heartbeat kicks up– not for the reason you think it should, either. You aren’t scared. He doesn’t make you nervous– at least, not in an uncomfortable way. 

You want Eddie to press his lips to yours, and you want him to hold you again. You want him to stay indefinitely. Make a home on your couch and hold you in his lap all night. You think that if you asked him, he might do it. Anything you want, right?

But he pushes away from the kitchen counter, and he’s gone as quickly as he appeared, in a rush of air carrying his scent. With a sigh, you sink back on your heels, finding yourself wishing that his arms were still there around you, to catch you before you fall.

You lift your glass of wine to your lips. The imprint of his name still itches on your wrist. 

I found peace on his words, does that make sense?

ignoring that I last posted 30 days ago!! i keep… forgetting this exists.. ANYWAY JON

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WARNING A BIT OF HORROR, LIKE SCARY FACES

Undertale and little nightmares! Me and my friends discussed a bunch of stuff i wanna draw, the original au idea was made by @favdaff and i added some creepy flowey to the true lab! Pap gets captured and sans has to go on a solo mission to find his brother!

Hope you like it favdaff!

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Hey besties what the FUCK just happened in Riverdale istg

In unrelated but also similar news I got a commercial on one of the breaks that looked simultaneously like a parody and really fake infomercial with Melissa Joan Hart and Nick Bakay and I’m fucking convinced it wasn’t a coincidence

We lay here for years or for hours Your hand in my hand, so still and discreet So long, we'd become the flowers We'd feed well the land and worry the sheep