Hello friends! Long time no see! 🌼🦄 Here's my bb Matty for all of you to play with!

CAN YAMAN lookalike MATTHEW MOORE has just registered with the votive as a PLATINUM member. their profile states that HE is 35 years old, is of BISEXUAL orientation, and some of their kinks include OVERSTIMULATION, SUB/DOM, DADDY PLAY. it’ll be interesting to see if they’re as AGGRESSIVE and DOMINEERING as everyone says.

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oflottie‌:

               lottie startled slightly at the sudden voice calling out to her, fingers tightening their hold on her precious coffee ice cream with chocolate chips mixed inside. the vendor agreed after a few ‘pleases’ and puppy pouts. turning her attention towards the direction of the voice, her brows raised once spotting matthew ( getting flowers woven into his thick locks ) sat on the grass below. ❝ erm… yeah, they’re not great, hotshot. ❞ her nose scrunched in distaste at his choice of footwear. the female with him seemed familiar but she couldn’t quite place a finger on where she’s seen her before. ❝ thanks, cutie. but- ❞ she paused, bringing a hand to delicately tap the edge of her rose flower crown. ❝ i’m all good on the flowers. ❞ lightly nibbling at her lower lip, a small smirk quirked at the corner of her dark red-coated lips. ❝ i would, however, love to sit and watch you work on this one. ❞ her bright gaze was locked on matthew as she brought her spoon up to eat more of her ice cream, giving him a playful wink. 

“I feel like I’m being attacked from all sides.” He said with a laugh. Cassidy shook her head at that, putting a few sprigs of baby’s breath behind Matthew’s ears before grabbing at his cheeks and turning his face to have him turn to Lottie. “This one is being a pain in my ass.” She pointed out. “Matty doesn’t know how to stay still.” 

“Cassidy, you’re literally one to talk. I haven’t seen you sit still for more than fifteen minutes before bolting off to do god know’s what.” Matthew retorted before turning to Lottie with an apologetic smile. “Hey petal, I missed you today.” He said, reaching out for her, only to be tugged back by the petite asian woman working on his hair. 

rosieenglish‌:

@matthewmxxre 

Rose had officially been a Votive escort for less than two hours when she decided she wouldn’t possibly be able to get through the rest of the night without a few drinks in her system; just a little something to take the edge off all her nerves. She slipped into a form-fitting white dress with a corset top, an outfit she’d chosen specifically for her first night on the job, almost as a sort of self deprecating joke about losing her ‘purity,’ and a pair of strappy heels from her mother’s latest collection. Her hair flowed around her shoulders with just the slightest of waves and after applying a light layer of makeup, she decided she headed for Cloud 9.

The blonde drew a few stares when she walked into the open-air bar, but she didn’t seem to notice. She walked passed most of the faces without registering them (she was too busy wondering if she could actually do this) when, all of a sudden, she caught a glimpse of someone familiar. Her cheeks immediately flooded with embarrassment, tinting a faint pink, and she tried to duck away before he could spot her. No such luck. She saw the moment he recognized her, and if she knew him as well as she thought she did, she knew how mortified she was at being seen here. Determined to seem unbothered, Rose came to a stop next to him and attempted to flash him a friendly smile. She didn’t quite pull it off, only managing to look slightly less flustered than she had the moment she spotted him. “I gotta say, I really didn’t expect to bump into you here.”

He did a double take when he saw her. He could have sworn his eyes were playing tricks on him. That it wasn’t Rose English here in Votive. That it wasn’t Rose English in that absolutely sinful white number making her way towards him. After a few moments of realization, a sly smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Huh. So perfect princess had a few secrets up her sleeve. When she stopped just before him, Matthew couldn’t help but be in awe. 

She had always been beautiful, but since the last time he’d seen her (which was definitely a long time), she was now more than stunning. If he didn’t know any better, he would say she might even look like... no, not possible. 

“Not as surprised as me, I’m sure.” He said with a raised brow, the surprise still coloring his tone. “My, my, my, Rosie, a bit risque even for you don’t you think?” 

valentinolin‌:

“Well.“ Val’s usual stance is Switzerland–the reliable neutral ground between rocks and hard places and conflicts he’s not immediately involved in. He’s not about to waver from it now. He settles for the ambiguous reply of– “It’s not Crocs?”

It they were? Well. Val might actually waver and pick a side.

“Val, you can just say they’re hideous. Matty won’t mind.” Cassidy said with an eye roll, only to be met by a disgruntled noise from her client. “I actually would mind, I’m a paying customer, I’ll have you know.” He pointed out, shooting Cassidy a playful frown. 

“God, Matty, you sound ancient.” 

“So your type, then?” 

Cassidy shoved him off of his stool before looking up at Val with an innocent smile. “Would you like flowers in your hair, Val?” Matthew laughed as he sat on the ground beside her before looking up at the other escort with a grin. 

“I suggest you run away.” 

miastead‌:

he’s so……….. primal in these moments.     and mia is flushing pink in response, body responding to him but growing hotter.    rubbing small thighs together impatiently she feels her arousal peak.     slightly embarrassed at the effect—   he has on her.    diving into his kiss, she whimpers.    an audible partner she is.   she greets his lips with equal desperation.     she needs this.     she needs him, an eternal fulfillment.     mia knows he can take her to new heights;   new peaks.     — and the petite brunette is unraveling beneath him. 

a unsteady bundle of nerves she responds to the slightest of touch received.    he has so much power over her.    and willingly, she gives it.     eyes fluttering closed at his words,       she smiles.     “ as long as you’ll have me, ”    she murmurs sweetly.    eyes open to follow his hands, pinning her arms.   no signs of struggle.    and then— she feels him.    a tease, a taste……     mia’s crumbling.   a gasp, small frame lifting.   raising her upper half to look at him—   them.     his member sparks so much, physically, and she knows if she doesn’t hold on she’ll cum right then.    mia slowly moves her hips, watching him.    awestruck.    starstruck.   knowing her agony will soon be quenched.    “ oh daddy— ”    he knows just what she likes.   a plea, biting down on lower lip.   she has to be strong….   has to hold on.   swallowing, she pants.     “ daddy i’m yours. i want it. i want your cock so bad— ”     the agony of waiting.    “ i’m so tight. i’m so tight just for you…… ”   don’t cum…….. don’t cum…….. not — yet. mia’s clit throbs in silent protest.   “ i’ll be your good girl. i promise. ”   toes curl in excitement. 

Matthew couldn’t help but smile. He picked up on a lot when it came to Mia. The way she would purr whenever he touched her face, the smile she had whenever she wanted something, the slight furrow in her brow whenever she knew she wasn’t going to get what she wanted... One of his favorites though was the face she made whenever she tried to keep herself from cumming. He couldn’t help the low chuckle as he bent down to kiss her, sipping at her lips, licking into her mouth like a man starved. “Baby, I want you to cum as much as you can for me tonight, okay?” He murmured against her lips before finally pushing inside of her, growling at the feel of her tight, warm pussy around his cock. 

“You take me so well, baby. God, such a good girl.” He was slow, wanting to watch her slowly take him in, inch by inch. His grasp on her wrists was firm, body splayed out for him deliciously on his bed. She was a vision, and he wanted her to know that. Without warning, he thrust the rest of his throbbing member inside of her weeping pussy, cursing at the sudden sensation. His free hand tangled in her dark curls, capturing a nipple in his mouth. 

penelopemendoza‌:

Her chest swelled at the sight of him looking at her like that. Don’t do it. He hurt you, remember? He is the only reason why you went out last night to drink. She wanted to forget the hell that he put her through. To forget the nights that she’d cry over the memories that they shared in her bed. How soft and kind his eyes looked when he woke up, just like how he was looking at her right now. She should forgive him but how was she supposed to forget that he lied to her on purpose? Fate had some sort of messed up sense of humor. If she hadn’t met him that day, if she didn’t invite him inside, if she didn’t kiss him – would it be the same? Would she ache for him in the same way that she does now?

“I’m safe because of you.” She whispered, tilting her head to give him more room. “I’m in your arms right now because you came after me.” She brought her hand up to his cheek, looking back down to him. Her thumb caressing his cheek with affection. “I’m really good, Matty. A little headache but nothing that I can’t handle. If you didn’t come when you did last night… I’d probably laid up uncomfortably in the staff dorms right now.” 

Penelope couldn’t help but to press another kiss to his forehead – a silent apology for the way that she reacted to him. “You know, I–” She cleared her throat, her fingers absentmindedly combing through his beard. “I’m sorry about the things I said last night. It probably hurt you… to hear how you made me feel.”

“I would do it again if I needed to. I’ll always come for you, you should know that.” Now that he found her again, he probably didn’t have the strength to leave her like the last time. His voice was soft as he peppered his kisses up from her neck to her face. He closed his eyes as she placed her own kiss on his forehead, unconsciously pulling her closer to him, arms wrapping around her only a tad bit tighter. He kept his eyes closed as her fingers moved across his face, only to have it flutter open at her apology. 

A hand moved to grasp at her wrist gently, brows furrowing at her statement. “Never apologize. None of this is your fault.” He said firmly. “It hurt, but I brought that upon myself. You did nothing wrong.” He pressed a kiss to her wrist before resting her hand back on his face. 

He was quiet for a while before he held her gaze, tipping her chin up so she would look at him. “I still want you, Penny. I will take whatever you give me... I just...” Words seemed to escape him at the moment.

tobiascainmore‌:

a mouthful of funnel cake when the pinch comes to his side,  he chokes gently on the piece in his mouth,   powered sugar on the rim of his lips, his chin and his nose thanks to the involuntary jerk his body gives to the ticklish spot on his side,   still upon his fingers as well.  “stop,”  toby hisses playfully,  “I’ll give you something to hold onto alright.”   cast gaze in matthews direction,  soft smirk,   lips parting though as his wrist is taken and tugged to the other man— following with a lighthearted noise as the other man licked his nose.  he goes crosseyed to peer at his nose before he stuffs the rest of the funnel cake into his mouth,   “loosen up toby… I know you didn’t just.. “ he shakes his head,  “you’re really wearing those sandals huh?  it really be like that,”  yet tobias clad in nike shox,    he’s old fashioned what can he say.  “what delicacy are you getting me now?”  hoping to finally… maybe get to take a break, he needed to pace himself.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Matthew said with his own smirk, giving Tobias’ ass a playful grope before taking his hand and continuing their walk down the district. He let out a disgruntled noise, looking down at his feet in mild offense. “I’ll have you know, these are very popular in Turkey.” He wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but Tobias wouldn’t know. “And you’re one to talk.” He said, glancing down at his own terrible choice of footwear. 

He glanced at Tobias with a smile before shaking his head. “I think it’s my turn to have something, don’t you think?” He asked before tugging him into a nearby alley, only slightly away from the festivities. He pressed him up against the brick wall and smiled, inches away from his face. “Hi.” A pause. “You're not too full to make out with me are you?” 

littlcbirdie‌:

“a bad patient? do you really think that you will be” her eyebrows raised as a small giggle escaped her lips. “i just want to clean you up a lil… so you don’t look so rough.” she teased.

“I’m a terrible patient. All my doctor’s say so.” Matthew said with a smile. “I can never stay still, and I see them way too often, I think they’re tired of my face.” He added with a laugh. “But okay, do as you wish. I’ll attempt to be good for you.” He said with a shrug. 

penelopemendoza‌:

Finally. She could already feel her body coming to life when his lips moved against her. Heat flooding her cheeks the longer her lips were attached to his. Her hands went up to hold onto his wrists almost as if she didn’t want him to pull away from her. If she was one thing, it was greedy. There was no way that she wanted him to leave, not when she found herself becoming addicted to the way her body molded to his. 

When he pulled away, it took so much for her to not whine. She’d almost pulled him back down to kiss her again, and yet she softened at his admission. “Tell me, Matty, how long?” She rasped, her arms wrapping around his neck as she looked up at him. “Because I can tell you that I–” Penelope let out a gasp, her fingers clutching onto his shirt. “More,” she moaned, pulling him back down to her lips. “I want more of you.” 

The second those words left her lips, Matthew knew all the control he tried to keep fell from his hands like sand. That delicious little gasp had his half-hard cock twitching in his pants, and before he knew it, his mouth was on hers once more, only this time, he couldn’t hold himself back. He gripped the back of her neck as he maneuvered them around so he could pin her against her door, lips moving against hers almost frantically. She wanted more? He wanted all of it. “The minute I saw you.” He admitted. “The minute I saw you, I knew I needed to have you. I felt it.” He let out a groan as he pressed himself flush against her so she could feel just how much he needed her. 

“I can make you feel good, baby.” If she’d let him, he would worship her. 

tobiascainmore‌:

the grip told him what was coming so he could brace himself, and it was the most satisfying feeling,  the euphoria he was experiencing currently, the high of it all. and then matthew was all the way in him,    so big, so hard, striking that spot right on the first go in.  then again when he pulls close to all the way out then pushes back in, so much so that tobias is seeing stars. they flicker across his cornea’s and he’s smiling,  dazed.   he breathes,  in and out even breaths as the other man presses to him, how the skin to skin continued to keep him ignited,   “fuck matt!”

hips snapped into him over and over,   “mm” he moaned against the pillow, sinking his face into it.  he pants and groans with matthew, glancing over his shoulder,  “fucking shit matty!” his body rocked with each rough thrust into him,  he reaches up, takes hold of the headboard, knuckles turning white to steady himself,  “matty!   fuck, god,  mmm,” a shaky exhale and god damnit if he wasn’t already so close.  he starves it off, keeps himself from releasing too early,  “yes,  yes!  fucking don’t stop,  yeah, right there, push me over the edge,  yeah.”

“Fuck.” His thrusts grew messy, the slapping of skin and the sound of Tobias’ grunts spurring him on even more. “I want to see you face, baby.” Matthew growled and before he could say anything, he pulled out completely and tugged at Tobias’ shoulder to have him turn around, pressing him against the mattress so that he was now facing him. If there was one thing Matthew loved most, it was the expression Tobias had when he drove him over the edge. The way his eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy, the o of his lips, the sheer look of pleasure that Matthew couldn’t help but be proud of. 

He moved one of his legs over his shoulder and pressed back in, only to go back to fucking him at unrelenting pace. His large hand moved back to Tobias’ cock and began pumping in time with his thrusts. 

“Cum, Toby.” 

oflottie‌:

               lottie anxiously fluttered up the small steps to the raised first floor of her apartment building, hoping that matthew had showed up after all. after what she had said in that damn text. it had been second nature for the blonde to tell the male she loved him. it was something she did often when they were together, even if he was never able to utter the words back. when she didn’t get a response, lottie had thought about messaging him again, to profusely apologize for her words. then she realized that she meant them, and she didn’t want to apologize for what she felt. sure, maybe what she felt for matthew wasn’t romantic love any longer, but she still loved him immensely. truly, she couldn’t picture a day where she wouldn’t love him, especially after spending so many years crushing from afar. 

               stopping in front of her wooden door, the blonde breathed deeply, in through her nose then slowly releasing the air from her lips. the second the lock clicked, lottie’s chest was pounding, dread filling her insides at the thought of matthew not being there. not waiting for her to tend to his wounds. his wounds. similar injures she had seen throughout their relationship, which he ( gently ) refused to answer the cause of time and time again. maybe things would be different now. the blonde wasn’t some naive twenty-one year old who was blinded by the sheer adoration she felt for matthew any longer. straightening her shoulders, lottie pushed open the door, stepping through the threshold and tensing slightly when she heard a familiar deep rumble coming from the direction of her couch.

               ❝ matty- ❞ a small sigh of relief, ocean hues brightening at seeing him laid out so comfortably on her furniture. 

               she looked to adora, the feline blinking towards lottie as she nudged her head against the underside of matthew’s ( bearded ! ) chin. ❝ i can see that. seems she’s intent on snatching you away from me. ❞ the blonde responded, playfully narrowing her eyes towards the feline who just raised her nose up with a flick of her tail. ❝ listen, i know i’ve already spent an entire night with you in the past week, but it’s gonna take me a bit to get used to you with a full beard. ❞ lottie kicked off her slip-ons while walking towards the couch. once up close, she was reminded ( again ) of the blooming injury upon his handsome features. shooing away adora, lottie softly crawled into his lap, legs straddling his muscular thighs as she delicately took his chin in her hands to inspect the injury. ❝ you’re lucky you didn’t need stitches, hotshot. ❞ the tanned skin was split in several places, dried blood coating the purplish-black skin around it. ❝ did this happen today? ❞ she shook her head, disappointment etched upon soft features. ❝ want to tell me why it looks like you haven’t put any antiseptic’s on it? gods, have you even cleaned it out yet, matty? ❞

“I never knew you were a cat person.” He observed, letting out a playful sigh of dismay as Adora left his lap, only to smile when Lottie went to replace her, straddling him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He smiled and rested his hands on the sides of her thighs, looking up at her in mild amusement. “Do you not like the beard? I’ll have you know, it’s made me very popular.” He said, grin turning wicked as he raised a suggestive brow, knowing fully well that Lottie would know what he was talking about. 

He immediately grew quiet as he felt Lottie’s fingers dance over his bruising. He felt bad, he always did, that he could never tell her what had happened, not fully at least. He’s convinced himself too fully that it was for her own good, and he still stood by that. “I told you it wasn’t as bad as you thought it was.” He pointed out. He shook his head at her questions, something he would do to tell her he wasn’t going to answer any of them. 

“I’ve had it cleaned and taken cared of. That’s all you need to know.” He said simply, running his hands up and down her thighs soothingly. 

“Stop worrying. Why don’t we just enjoy the rest of the day together.” He coaxed, hoping that would divert her attention from his injuries. 

ofclaires‌:

“ matty, you could never be replaced— ”    it wasn’t an eloquently spoken charm from the blonde, but rather, genuine.    she finds his shoulder, settling her fingers there in a firm grip.    in her own way;   she loves him.     even if not able to recognize the complexity of love she does recognize her feelings are deeply ingrained into the emotion of        care.

at his compliment she grins.     “ you like it.   everybody likes it. ”    she nods along, before head dips.   soft laughter now, before smiling smugly.    “ thought i could keep it from you…… ”     she muses, arms crossing over her chest.   she talks to the tailor then, a mumbling of questions from the flustered woman, all of which daphne replies to smoothly.    when the women begins to help him out of the suit, daphne takes a step back.       honestly,    she had been avoiding him at votive.     felt it might disturb some peace they have gained.   “ its working out good. a good escape from dominic— ”     the blonde grimaces, before sinking back further, leaning against the provided wall.    trying to brush it off, she glances to him, usual humor to be found.    “ does this mean we’re going to have threesomes now? ”    she’s laughing, but, serious.    

“You can never keep anything from me, Daph, you know that.” Matthew said with a wolfish grin as he shrugged the blazer off. His expression, however, immediately darkened at the mention of her good for nothing fiance. Truthfully, Matthew had never liked him. Daphne was far too good for him and the thought of her being with someone so mediocre bothered him immensely. “Don’t say his name, it’s a bad omen.” He said, stepping off the platform to join her. He began unbuttoning the dress shirt he had fitted along with the suit, brows still furrowed at the cards fate seemed to draw for her. Not that that came close to breaking her (he was pretty sure nothing could), but still. 

“I’ve never been fond of threesomes. I’d much rather have someone all to myself, really.” Matthew said after a while, deciding that if she didn’t want to talk about Dominic, then he’d comply. For now, at least. “But if I were to have a threesome, I suppose you’d be the one person I’d have it with.” A list for their third partner suddenly came to mind. 

He fiddled with the buttons on his cuff before sighing and offering her his wrist in a request for help. “Did you meet anyone you liked in particular?” He asked in interest. 

Big dick energy while being a softie at the same time

Look at THEM!

"Let me punch you and say, 'It was my fist that punched you, not me'"

headcanon #1 - matty wins most of his arguments by force-feeding u. 

penelopemendoza‌:

She let out a hearty laugh, watching as she tugged at Matty’s hair. There it was again, the soft tug at her heart when she looked at him. Penelope licked her lips a bit, looking away from the two as she mindlessly toyed with her own hair. “Think they’ll get offended if you pulled out a pair of gloves? But if you want, I could definitely step in and make them wait a little longer.” Her eyes wandered back to the crowd that waited to get their hair braided then back to Cassidy, giving her a knowing look. 

“Luck? What are you–” Penelope started before Cassidy interjected with her question. “Uh, I– Yeah. He’s been to the spa and I was his masseuse.” Nice, wasn’t obvious at all, Penn. That was definitely not the only way that she knew him. She’d look back at Matty, a light flush spreading across her cheeks.

Cassidy’s eyes narrowed even more. “Uh huh...” She said before weaving one more flower into Matthew’s hair and moving around him to plop down onto the floor between his legs, her back to him. Matthew had grown to be close friends with some of her brothers, and now the bond between them was nothing more than familial. She looked up at Penny and smiled. “You can finish Matthew up then, Penpen. That’ll give me some time to finish up this flower crown.” 

Matthew watched Cassidy incredulously before moving his gaze back to Penny. Spring suited her, and he would have gladly said it, but with the hesitation in her voice answering Cassidy’s question, he got the vibe that she didn’t particularly want anyone to know they’ve fucked. Several times. On nearly every flat surface in her apartment. He had to stop a smug smile from tugging at his lips. He let out a sigh before reaching out for her. “Come on, angel, you can clean me up.”