matt getting drunk and it’s all fun and games until he starts to bump into things and walls and people and everything is too loud and too messy and he’s starting to lose it and can’t find his balance and can’t focus on anything and foggy has to get a matt-who-is-about-to-have-a-breakdown home
some days all the sounds are just too much so matt has to wear headphones to block the noise our or he’ll go insane
a really loud, sharp noise (in the middle of a fight? or just when he’s walking down the street?) almost knocks him to the ground, like a knife making its way through his brain
Being told to beg for something specific is so good. Tell me to beg you to cum on my tongue, beg you to hurt me, beg you to let me hump your leg like a desperate little toy. My needs, my wants, my thoughts don’t matter. I’m just here to entertain you and tell you anything you want to hear.
it took me a while to realise what was Up with this young millionaire scrooge but like… he’s not a bean. look. he’s standing up straight. he’s got pants.
is it possible for something to be cursed and blessed at the same time?
