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ifwdominicfike · 19 hours ago

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Regarding prince!matt x maid!reader and Ik it nnn but… how did their first time go?? Like maybe they did it at night bend down on his throne or in the ballroom, I just wanna see if he’s got that game in him as a prince 😋😋

putting these both here since they’re about the same thing.

I think darling and matt’s first time is actually really sweet and gentle, and not in the open because that could risk them getting caught and they don’t want that.

Warnings : Smut, unprotected p in v (be careful), fingering, head (f!receiving), matt the much, missionary prince matt, soft sex, pet names (darling, baby, sweetheart), first time together (but not losing virginities!) and more?

It was late at night, matt had just gotten into his room for the night after running around and doing several things that were required of him. He was exhausted to say the least, walking over to his bed still fully dressed and flopping down on his back.

Darling was trailing right behind him into the room, closing the door behind her as she made her way and sat on the edge of his bed. Of course she had accompanied him the whole day — like she always did. It being one of the many things she was required to do as his maid. But, matt right off the bat didn’t always have her do the things she was supposed to do.

Matt groaned, his hand coming up to rub at his face. “Darling, could you draw me a bath please?” he asked, sitting up on his elbows to look at her. She smiled, giving a small nod before walking off to his conjoined bathroom.

She quickly grabbed out his towels, laying them on the counter before she wandered over to the more than averaged sized bathtub — starting the water and turning it to hot. Grabbing a thing of soap, she poured some under the running faucet — the bubbles quickly filling out on top of the water as steam started to rise in the atmosphere of the bathroom.

Darling smiled to herself, making sure everything was perfect and in order before she left the room — going to get matt.

Her shoes pattered against the flooring, approaching Matt’s bed as she leaned over his body. “Matt?-“ she whispered, seeing that his eyes were closed. But he hummed in response, peeking an eye open at her. “-uh your bath is ready..” she stated, getting ready to retreat and lean back. But before she could get very far, matt grabbed her — pulling her down on top of him.

He held her to his chest. “You’re always so good to me darling..” he said, rolling over and pinning her beneath him. Her cheeks flushed, hands coming up to grip his shoulders. “I- jus’ doing my job.” she muttered, but they both knew it was more than that.

He hummed, smiling softly down at her. “Uh huh, you sure?” he teased, and she just giggled nervously. He gave her on last look, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her temple before sitting up and climbing off the bed. She sat up on her elbows, watching as he walked toward the bathroom. But, before he entered — he turned his head, looking at her over his shoulder.

“You comin’ darling?” he asked, opening the bathroom door widely while he waited for her response. She furrowed her brows, now sitting up and sliding off the bed herself. “Coming? but i - i never go in there with you matt…to respect your privacy.” she mumbles.

He raised a brow at her, “Yes well…i’d like for you to join me this time if you’d like.” he says, turning now to face her fully. Her position remained by his bed, hesitating. “I’ve made sure to make it clear that i wanted to be left alone for the night to everyone else — no one will bother us.” he reassured, holding his hand out in the air toward her.

She stared at him, and then to his hand — contemplating it. Sure they’ve never seen each other in less clothing before…but — she took a few steps forward. Was she comfortable with it? she knew matt wouldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to.

Before she could think anymore about it, she walked the rest of the way to him — slotting her hand in his. Matt smiled, tugging her into the bathroom with him and closing the door.

His hand slipped from hers as he made his way over to the tub, leaving her to stand over by the door. His hand dipped into the water — testing the temperature before he turned back to her. His eyes softened, “You know darling, you don’t have to stay — you can leave at any time.” He said, stepping close to her once more.

She could feel her cheeks heat up as his fingers brushed against her hand, his gaze gentle. But, she shook her head. “No…no i don’t want to leave — just…just we haven’t — you know..” she trailed off, and he understood what she was saying. “I know, but you won’t be judged baby…you never will be.” he assured, guiding her closer to the tub.

Her heart fluttered, and she nodded. He stepped back and turned away, giving her space to undress herself — just as he did the same. When she was finished, she stood there, not sure what to do. “Are you alright darling?” she heard matt ask from behind her. “Y-yeah..are you done?” she asked in return.

“Yes — may i turn around?” he whispered, but there was no push in his voice — he wanted to make sure she was okay with this. “Uhm — yeah..yeah you can.” she whispered back, feeling herself grow warm once more. She could hear matt’s feet move, and then the silence that followed. She started to grow nervous — there was only ever one other boy who saw her like this, but it felt different with matt.

His feet moved his body closer to her, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body against her back. With a hesitant hand, he placed it on her shoulder — gently turning her around to face him. When their eyes connected, she could see just how flustered he was himself. “You look so beautiful darling.” he said, his hand coming up to brush her hair over her shoulder.

She couldn’t keep her eyes on his, wanting to look anywhere but. Though, when her eyes accidentally flicked down — she quickly drew them back up, eyes widening. Matt chuckled slightly, “it’s okay baby, here c’mon.” he said, holding her hand and helping her step into the tub. He got in after, setting into the water behind her.

They finally slipped into the warm water together, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest. She rested against him, her head tipping back to rest against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her back.

Though despite the warm water being soothing, she couldn’t help but feel as though someone might just walk in at any moment. She wasn’t supposed to be with him like this — they both knew the risks.

Matt ran his fingers through her hair, soothingly. “Just breathe-“ he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “-i promise you everything will be okay…no one is going to bother us.” and with that, she allowed herself to fully relax.

As the bathwater settled, darling was the one who stood up first, carefully stepping out and wrapping herself in a soft, plush towel. The warm fabric was comforting, yet nothing compared to the feeling of matts gaze lingering on her. She glanced back, catching Matt’s eyes on her, his expression thoughtful yet unmistakably captivated. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, but she held his gaze for a moment before looking away.

Matt rose next and stepped out of the tub, mirroring her actions as he wrapped a towel around himself. Together, they walked quietly to his room.

It all felt — not real — somehow. Here Darling was, wrapping in nothing but a towel in matt’s room — the princes room. All while he is in the exact same position. Taking a bath together was one of the first…intimate things they had done, besides kissing and touching and hugging.

Yes there were times that she would have non-innocent thoughts about matt, who wouldn’t? But she never acted on them — not even when she could. She could feel the pull between them — he wanted it too, Matt could feel it.

She stood there at the foot of his bed, her back facing him as he walked out of the bathroom. She clutched her towel close to her chest, not really knowing what to do.

Before she got too deep in thought — Matt came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “You’re so beautiful darling, you know that right? i’ll keep telling you until you know.” he whispered, bringing his face down to slot between her neck and shoulder, pressing a few light kisses.

She let out a sigh, tipping her head back. They’ve never gone further than some daring touches here and there — always being too busy or not having any privacy. It’s not like she didn’t want to go further — she did, but she was nervous. Should she stop him?…or does she want to continue?

Matt’s lips continued to pepper kisses along her shoulder, moving closer to her neck. She hummed — it’s now or never. Quickly, she turned herself around in his grasp, bringing her hands away from her towel and letting her arms wrap around his neck. Her towel now falling and pooling around her feet.

Matt’s breath caught, glancing down at her now exposed body — as if he didn’t see it a little bit ago. His hands found her hips, squeezing them as she leaned up to try and capture his lips with hers. But, leaned back — looking into her eyes now, and she pouted.

“Matt..” she whined softly, and he just shushed her. “Are you sure you wanna go further?” he whispered, groaning softly as she leaned forward and placed a small kiss on his collarbone. She nodded, “Please..we may never get another chance and — i’m ready, i want you baby..” she said, her words muffled against his skin as she continued to press her lips to him.

“Fuck darling…okay-“ he cut himself off with another groan, her teeth nipping his skin. She’s never heard him swear — and it made heat pool in her stomach — she wanted to hear it more.

She leaned away, looking up at him through her lashes. She wasn’t nervous anymore — no — she was excited. Matt looked down at her, smiling as his hands left her hips, tugging the towel free from around his waist and letting it drop to the floor as well.

Immediately, her eyes looked down — admiring how he looked, not getting a chance to earlier due to her nerves. And she gasped softly as she took him in..he was beautiful. Matt smirked at her expression, placing his hands on her hips again which snapped her from his thoughts. Slowly, he started walking her backwards until he had her laying on his bed underneath him. Darlings back hit the mattress with a soft thud, her eyes beaming up at Matt.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips — it was soft and affectionate but full of passion. She whimpered into his mouth, her hands coming up to tangle into his locks of hair, tugging softly. Matt smiled, moving away slowly to trail kisses down her neck and between the valley of her breasts. His eyes peering up at her, asking for permission, her eyes were already looking down at him and she nodded.

With that, he moved his mouth to the right — pressing tender kisses to her breast before taking her nipple into his warm mouth, his eyes closing. She moaned at the sensation, her hands gripping his hair tighter as he swirled his tongue around her nub. “Ah - Matt..” she moaned breathlessly, pushing his head closer to her — like she couldn’t get enough.

His eyes opened, pulling away with a soft pop, “Yeah darling?” his voice was rough now — the sound making her shudder. “P-please..need you..”

And — how could he ever say no to her? He hummed moving down the bed more as he continued to look at her. “Don’t worry baby..we’ll get there soon. Jus’ let me make you feel good, yeah?” he said, his hands being placed on her thighs before spreading them wider than they were before.

She whined, nodding her head in agreement. His stomach laid flat against the sheets, the hands on her thighs hiking her legs over his shoulders. “M-matt?.. oh-“ before she could say anything more, his mouth attached itself to her pussy — his lips wrapping around her clit, sucking softly as a free hand came up to run through her wet folds.

He groaned as her wetness coated his fingers, the vibrations making her moan louder than she intended to. Matt’s fingers teased her entrance as his tongue started to swirl patterns on her bundle of nerves.

Darlings fingers tugged at his locks, pulling his face deeper onto her. “Please..p-please” she muttered — she doesn’t know what she was asking for, but Matt seemed to have gotten the memo. His fingers stopping their teasing as he slowly slipped one in — her hips rocking forward.

Matt continued his ministrations, moving his fingers at the right pace — curling them to hit that sponged spot inside her walls. Her legs closed around his head — grinding against his mouth and fingers. “Baby..” she moaned in a warning, the pressure building slowly in her lower stomach.

Matt smirked, slowing down his tongue and fingers before stopping completely — pulling himself away despite the hold she had on him. She whimpered at the loss of contact, trying to pull him back. “W-wait..no-“ she started, but he cut her off softly.

“Shh darling, gonna give you what you want now, yeah?” he said, moving himself onto his knees — looking down at her. And — she looked absolutely breathtaking. Her hair sprawled around her and disheveled, her face flushed and dazed — she was so beautiful.

He leaned down, hovering himself above her. One hand being place by her head on the pillow as his other grabbed her leg softly, bringing it up to rest against his hip. “So pretty my love.” he whispered, and her face flushed more.

Matt leaned up again, taking the hand by her head and reaching down — grabbing his hard cock. He lined it up to her entrance, looking up at her once more. “Are you positive darling? If it gets to be too much we can stop at any point okay? all y’gotta do it tell me.” he said, wanting to be absolutely sure this is what she wanted.

“I’m sure…i want this — i want you-“ she started, reaching her hands up to rest against his chest. “-go slow please.” she whispered, and he smiled. “Of course.” he said, leaning back down to capture her lips in another soft kiss. His hips moving forward at the same time — pushing past her wet folds.

Darling gasped, the sound turning into a breathy moan against his lips. “Ah-“ she breathed, her hands moving to his back, nails digging into the flesh. “Fuck..doin’ so good darling — so good for me.” he moaned as he pulled away, pushing slowly until he fully bottomed out.

When he did, He stopped, waiting until she could tell him it was okay to move. When her glassy eyes looked at him and she nodded — he started to move, grunting at the way her walls sucked him in. He stayed close to her — his breath fanning over her face in pants as her did the same.

“s’good…feels s’good Matt.” she whined, digging her nails deeper into his flesh. He nodded, bringing his face to her neck. “Y-yeah?-“ he moaned as her walls squeezed him. “y’feel so good darling, so pretty baby — s-so good f’me.” he praised, his hips keeping their slow pace as she requested.

The pleasure coursing through her body was unimaginable..it felt so — good. He was gentle, making sure to not hurt her — he wanted this to be good for her. Eventually, the slow pace wasn’t enough.

“Matt — baby please, move — move faster.” she panted against his shoulder. Pulling away from her neck, his hips picked up pace — not too hard but just enough. The new speed made her head tip back against the pillow, sparks flying up her spine. Her mouth agape as little sounds escaped — Matt’s hands holing her close to him as he continued to move his hips.

“C’mere darling i-“ he muttered, reaching a hand up to her face and tilting it back to his. His lips crashing against hers — desperate, hot, and sweet. She returned the kiss, the knot in her lower abdomen from earlier returning as she panted into his mouth.

Pulling away, she whined — hugging Matt closer to her. “Matt — m’gonna..gonna cum — please..” and he nodded. “Me too darling…where — where should i?..” he groaned, his release fast approaching.

“In me, s’okay p-promise!-“ she squeaked at a particular thrust of his hips, her head throwing back, his tip grazing the spot inside her. Tears started to spill over her waterline — but they weren’t bad — they were good.

She babbled incoherent words, looking back at him as she grabbed his face and kissed him again. “Shit — Matt…coming, ha-“ and the band snapped, her release rippling through her body as she mewled. Her lips still attached to his, kissing him like her life line. “Love you, love you, love you.” she chanted over and over again.

The words seemed to trigger Matt, his teeth nipping her bottom lip as his hips stilled — spilling himself inside her with a moan. “I - love you too.” he moaned, pumping himself inside her until he came to a stop, his lips detaching from hers after he kissed her one last time.

Their breathing was ragged, bodies sweaty as Matt’s forehead rested against hers. After a moment, he moved, slipping free from her and rolling to the side. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to himself — pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Did so good baby..so proud of you.” he whispered, and she smiled through the haze, muttering a ‘thank you’ as she started to grow tired.

Matt noticed, smiling down at her as he slowly got up from the bed — moving to the bathroom as he grabbed a warm rag and some fresh clothes of his own to slip on her. Slipping back into the room, he made his way over to her and cleaned her up. Slowly moving the rag against her sensitive core, making sure she was clean.

He helped her into his clothes, slipping back into bed beside her — tucking her against his chest. She was almost asleep, her chest rising and falling with soft breaths.

“I love you so much.” was the last thing she heard from him before she drifted off to sleep.

IM SO SORRY IF THIS SEEMS RUSHED. ITS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR A GOOD WEEK CAUSE MY BRAIN BLANKED WHEN WRITING IT BUT HERE YOU GUYS GO <3

#averys recs ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𐙚 #ᯓ★ strnilolover prince matt au

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ifwdominicfike · 19 hours ago

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im still here .

#— avery talks ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱.ᐟ #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo

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ifwdominicfike · 21 hours ago

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the amount of times i’ve listened to this is me trying today is actually concerning

#— avery talks ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱.ᐟ #taylor swift #i AM that song

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ifwdominicfike · 21 hours ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/ifwdominicfike/767589824157892608/you-try-to-get-guitaristmatt-to-listen-to-one

im a folkwhore

me too girl me too

#— averys inbox ˖ ࣪⊹˚࿔#anons .𖥔 ݁ ˖#taylor swift

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ifwdominicfike · 1 day ago

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BRO OMG. im actually going insane 😭😭😭😭😭.

shy!reader decides to show up at a frat house party after almost a week of radio silence.

꒰ part one ꒱ — ꒰ part two ꒱— ꒰ part three ꒱

you were telling the truth when you told kitty and nick that you were super busy. the timing of being swamped with classes and assignments, coupled with the betrayal and hurt of being isolated from the frat formal, actually worked in your favour. it provided a much-needed distraction.

your classes kept you somewhat sane. yet, the constant buzzing of your phone from chris became a source of anxiety, which made you eventually decide to put your phone on do not disturb.

you hated doing that to him—it felt hard and unkind—but you needed to focus. each time his name lit up the screen, guilt and frustration washed over you, but you knew you had to prioritise your studies.

it might seem hypocritical to say you had no time for distractions, especially since you still made time to meet up with kitty and nick for lunch. their company was a pleasant break from the weight of your responsibilities.

you even found yourself opening up about chris, wearing your heart on your sleeve as you shared the confusion and frustration you felt — letting them know that you struggle to articulate how difficult it is to figure out your emotions of what's right and wrong, especially since you weren't even officially dating him.

they listened to you patiently, letting you spill your thoughts while they threw in the occasional sarcastic remark about chris, and eventually, they gently nudged you toward the idea of talking to him.

after some hesitation, you agreed. deep down, you knew you had to. you're not a mean person; you don't have a mean bone in your body, and ignoring chris' calls and texts felt like the closest you'd ever come to being unkind. that realisation weighed heavy on you.

however, the thought of facing him made your stomach churn. the idea of seeing chris after having been 'mean' left you on edge, your heart racing at the possibilities. but, you reminded yourself that communication is essential, even when it feels so daunting.

talking to him felt like a long shot, but you were willing to take that leap.

friday afternoon arrives quicker than you initially anticipated, and your palms feel clammy as you walk beside your friend, heading toward the familiar frat house that's already overflowing with students, laughing, and the thumping bass of loud music.

as you approach the entrance, your lips part in surprise when some of the frat brothers notice you — their wide, goofy grins spread across their faces, and they wave at you drunkenly. you smile shyly in response, turning their waves with a small, but kind, gesture before your friend pulls you further into the house.

it doesn't take long for your eyes to land on chris. he's sprawled on the couch, man-spreading, a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. he's glancing up at a guy standing over him holding a wad of cash, and you watch as chris holds the joint between his lips before dipping his hand into his pocket, pulling out a baggie of colourful pills and handing it over in exchange for cash.

"where have y'beeeeen?" a voice jolts you from your thoughts, and you turn just in time to see nate approaching, his arms swinging wide as he embraces you in a drunken hug. his cheek smushes against yours, and you catch a whiff of alcohol and weed on his breath. "i felt like fuckin' hansel 'n gretal leavin' a trail of apples f'you to find your way back, kid."

his words making you giggle, and your friend steps in to help untangle you from nate's affectionate grip, causing him to huff dramatically as he leans into her, his arm wrapping around her waist instead.

"come on," your friend urges, trying to tug nate away from you. "let her go speak to chris."

"good luck... been a fuckin' asshole all week," nate murmurs with a drunken slur, and your smile begins to falter, a wave of unease washing over you. you know all too well that you're likely the reason for chris' mood. as nate stumbles backward, he turns his head, pointing at you with a grin, "m'serious about them apples! they're in the fridge f'you!"

as they move away, the laughter and music fade into the background, and you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for what's about to happen. your stomach swirls and churns with each step, the anticipation and anxiety building as you near chris, who remains unaware of your presence — too absorbed in taking a hit of his joint and counting the crumpled bills in his hand.

just as you're about to stand directly in front of him, his eyes flit up to meet yours. you give him a timid smile, hoping for a sliver of recognition or even warmth, but it falters and falls when he looks away, completely ignoring you.

the sting of his dismissal hits you like a brutal punch to the gut, and suddenly, you feel like you might be sick.

this wasn't how you had planned it in your head. you weren't supposed to be ignored... you were supposed to talk, to find some common ground, and hopefully, to be fine again.

your head is spinning, and your mind is clouded with confusion and hurt. the room starts to close in around you, the drunken students moving like a tidal wave, and you panic, your heart hammering against your chest.

in the midst of your spiralling, you catch sight of matt and kitty sitting on an armchair in the corner of the room, their eyes locked onto you. kitty pushes herself off of matt's lap, and matt follows closely behind, both seeming to make a beeline for you. but before you can even fully process their approach, your arm is suddenly caught in a tight grasp.

you're whisked away upstairs before you can even blink, the world around you blurring as you're pulled away from the chaos. panic surges through you, but gradually, a sense of relief washes over you when you're yanked into a familiar bedroom—chris' bedroom—and shock courses through you as you turn to see that it was him who brought you up here.

"relax," he grumbles, shutting the bedroom door behind you, which partially mutes the music from downstairs. "fuckin' dramatic for no reason."

even with his blunt, harsh words, there's an odd comfort in them, and you hate the realisation of how much you have missed him. the urge to suddenly hug him overwhelms you, but you hold back, wrapping your arms around yourself instead.

"nice of you to finally fuckin' show up," he continues, his gaze piercing as it drills into you, making you chew down on your plush bottom lip. he scoffs, shaking his head. "what? got nothin' to say? just—just gonna come here 'n show your face? all silent 'n shit?"

"i was busy," you respond, grasping at the same words you've been using all week, and the second scoff that escapes him makes you frown.

"right, right... 'cos it uh, didn't seem like you were busy when you were meetin' up with kitty and nick, yeah?"

"they met me for lunch on campus," you explain, your eyebrows furrowing a little. "i was still on campus.."

"what's your problem?" his question catches you off guard, and you blink, momentarily stunned. "like, what is goin' on? two weeks ago, you were fuckin' fine, and now you're ignorin' me? did i do somethin'?"

you take a deep breath, your eyes flitting to the side, searching for the right words before you murmur, "you didn't tell me about the formal."

"oh my god," your gaze snaps back to chris as he takes off his hat, raking his fingers through his tousled hair. a laugh of disbelief escapes his lips. "that—that's what this is about? 'cos... 'cos i didn't tell you about a fraternity formal that you have no interest in?"

you frown softly, "when did i—"

"kid, y'don't even like fuckin' frat parties, what makes you think you'd like a formal?" he huffs, rubbing at his jaw frustratingly. "y'wouldn't have even gone."

"it's the thought that counts," you reply, a bit more defensively than intended. you fidget on the spot, your fingers twisting together nervously as you try to steady your racing heart. "i... i would've liked to have been asked or something."

"yeah? so i could stand there 'n hear you say no?" chris shoots back, rolling his tongue across his teeth. "kid, i knew you would say no. that's why i didn't fuckin' ask — knew you wouldn't like that shit."

"but why didn't you tell me about it in the first place?" you feel the heat rising in your cheeks, that frustration and hurt bubbling to the surface as you swallow thickly. "is it because you was taking her?"

"not everythin' i do needs to be told t'you, kid," chris responds sharply, his tone cutting through the air like a knife. he then pulls a face, "her?"

"cherry." you whisper her name, trying to keep your voice steady despite the tight knot forming in your stomach.

"che—i didn't take cherry," he stares at you incredulously, his brows knitting together. "why the fuck would i take cherry? i went alone, dumbass."

his reaction catches you off guard, and you can't help but push. "but everyone saw you with her? and the photos?"

"yeah, she was there, but i didn't fuckin' take her — she was feignin' for them fuckin' pills, kid," The bluntness of his words strike you hard, and suddenly, embarrassment washes over you. you realise you had jumped to conclusions, just like everyone else, and you look down, biting your tongue as you desperately search for something to say.

silence stretches between you, thick and uncomfortable, and your gaze finds its way back to chris, who is already staring at you as if he's trying to decipher your thoughts. he tilts his head slightly, crossing his arms over his chest, a posture that feels confrontational.

"besides," he begins, his tone shifting to something more matter-of-fact, "shouldn't really matter to you who i go with, right? 'cos we're not datin', kid. we're just sleepin' together, yeah?"

his words hang in the air like a cold reminder, and you nod your head slowly in response.

"do y'wanna stop?" he asks suddenly.

you didn't expect that question, and your heart races. "what?"

"m'givin' you an out, kid.. d'you wanna stop?" his gaze is unwavering, searching your face for an answer, and you can sense the weight of the choice he's placing in front of you.

you think over his question for a moment, and you think hard, weighing the options. ending this arrangement with him would certainly be a lot less complicated, but the thought leaves you hallow.

chris has become the normal for you. he's apart of your routine, a presence that even though frustrates the hell out of you and makes you so confused, he also brings you an odd comfort and excitement. and not only are you experiencing new sexual things with him, you are enjoying the pleasures that come with it too.

"no," you answer softly, "no, not really."

"alright..." chris hums, and you watch as his shoulders seem to relax, his arms uncrossing from his chest at your response. he nods his head, licking his lips to wet them, before he asks, "you stayin' over or you plannin' on bein' busy again?"

your face heats up, your nose scrunching up and your lips forming into a small pout as your murmur. "i was serious about being busy..."

"yeah, okay, bun."

#averys recs ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𐙚 #someone please take her on a date PLEASE #☆ fratboy!chris #☆ shy!reader

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ifwdominicfike · 1 day ago

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YES OMG. im in love already 😼

LOSER!CHRIS X ROCKSTAR!READER ‎𐦍 moodboard

🎸⠀ ݃⠀ the sound of the waves collide ݂

a/n: WIP!!!! does this seem loser x rockstar enough? the vision is moodboard, a little character information, and then some headcanons. I think I’ll dabble in blurbs next. lemme know wsp!

inbox always open.

#averys recs ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𐙚 #loser!chris x rockstar!reader ֶָ ༊#AHHHDHS

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ifwdominicfike · 1 day ago

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THEYRE SO CUTEEE OMG

MAID!READER AND PRINCE!MATT DANCING IN THE SNOW OR BUILDING A SNOWMAN SINCE ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS

OKAY OKAY WAIT i changed this just a little bit to where they do snow angels instead (cause i find it adorable)

The castle was eerily quiet at night — the only sound being your own soft breaths as you folded the last of the linens. The day had been long and exhausting, you were hoping to relax for the night — already in your fuzzy. blue pajamas. But the soft rhythmic knock on your door made you pause, your heart racing before you even opened it.

Who would be at your door this late at night? — was there something that you forgot to do before retreating to your bedroom for the night?

You set down what you were doing, walking over to the door and grabbing the handle — twisting it slowly. You peeked through the crack and saw — Matt — his hood drawn low, his breath visible in the chilly air of the castle halls. His blue eyes lit up when he saw you, and you quickly opened the door wider to let him in.

“Matt, what are you doing here?” you whispered, glancing nervously down the hall as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. You turned to face him, and he looked as though he was practically thrumming.

“I need to show you something,” he said, his voice low but filled with excitement. You tilted your head curiously, confused as to what he’d want to show you this late at night when he could show you in the morning. “Show me what?” you asked, brow raising.

He smirked, reaching for your hand. “No questions. Just come with me, please.” he said, tugging your hand slightly — as if encouraging you. You hesitated, but the mischievous glint in his eyes and the warmth of his hand over yours made resistance impossible.

You smiled, his hand dropping yours as you walked over to your coat rack, grabbing your cloak, you followed him out your door and into the shadowed halls, where he led you with surprising ease through secret paths only he seemed to know. Even you didn’t know most of the paths he was taking you down — and you thought you knew this castle like the back of your hand sometimes.

The cold air greeted you when you stepped outside, but Matt’s hand was warm in yours as he guided you through the softly falling snow. It blanketed the world around you, muffling every sound and painting the trees in a glimmering white.

You looked around — noticing Matt was dragging you in a direction you didn’t know existed. “Where are we going?” you asked again, a teasing lilt in your voice.

He just grinned and glanced back at you. “You’ll see.” he whispered, tugging your hand more — your footsteps following his quickly.

You walked for a little while longer until the forest opened up into a clearing, and you gasped. The space was magical—snow-covered trees surrounded a quiet pond, its frozen surface reflecting the moon and stars above. Rose bushes were covered in the pearly white snow — looking so breathtaking. The world felt still, as if it had been made just for the two of you.

“Matt…” you whispered, your head turning in every direction to take in your surroundings. “It’s beautiful.” you said — how could a place this beautiful be real? it felt like something out of a movie.

His lips curved into a soft smile, his cheeks red from the cold. “I like to come here when I want to get away,” he admitted. “It’s my favorite place. And now… it’s ours.” you gasped, turning your head to him directly now. “What? you — you mean it?” you asked, and he nodded — grinning widely.

Before you could say anything else, he tugged your hand. “Come on,” he said, grinning more. “What are you doing?” you asked with a laugh as he dropped down into the snow, spreading his arms wide.

He gave you this look — like what he was doing was such an obvious thing. “Making snow angels,” he replied matter-of-factly, kicking his legs out and laughing like a child. “What else?” he teased.

“You’re unbelievable,” you said, shaking your head but unable to stop the smile spreading across your face. You stood there, staring blankly at him for a few moments.

His eyes flicked upwards. “Get down here, darling,” he called, looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

You rolled your eyes fondly before plopping down beside him. The snow was cold against your back as you laid down against the ground, but you didn’t care. You started to mirrored his movements, sweeping your arms and legs back and forth, and giggled when your fingers accidentally brushed his.

When you stopped moving, you turned your head to look at him. Snowflakes clung to his hair and long lashes, and his cheeks were flushed. “Yours is perfect,” he said softly, glancing sideways at your snow angel.

“So is yours,” you murmured, your chest warm despite the chill around you. He hummed, reaching over, and brushing a bit of snow from your hair, and his smile grew. “This is the best snow angel I’ve ever made,” he said, his voice teasing.

You laughed, your hand reaching down to scoop up some snow — throwing a handful at him, and he caught it with a dramatic groan. “Okay, okay,” he said, sitting up, his breath clouding the air. “Truce.”

You sat up too, shivering slightly as he reached over and pulling you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you to share his warmth. Your head tilted up, catching his gaze with your own.

He smiled, “You’re so pretty darling..” he whispered, leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of your nose. The warm contrast of his lips against your cold face sent a shiver through your body.

A giggle slipped past your lips, reaching a hand up to cup his face when he pulled away. “So are you baby.” you mumbled — the pet name slipping before you could even realize it. Matt’s eyes widened softly, along with your own — you haven’t ever called him a pet name before. But with the way he reacted, he must’ve liked it.

He groaned softly, now leaning forward with your hands still on his face and pressing a kiss to your lips this time. “Call me that more often — i liked it.” and you laughed, pulling away and titling your head back — you’ll have to remember to do so later on.

After moments of just sitting there on the snow covered ground — Matt’s arms wrapped snuggly around you to keep you warm, he rested his head on top of yours.

“Thank you for coming out here with me,” he muttered, his voice low and breathy.

You leaned into him more, snuggling your head deeper into his chest. “And thank you for dragging me along — and showing me this place,” you replied. “It’s perfect.”

#averys recs ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𐙚 #my babies #ᯓ★ strnilolover prince matt au

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GABBY OMG. im actually so in love with this au AHHHDHD

what were the first more intimate interactions between maid!reader and prince!matt like?

(this is before they start secretly dating)

001

Darling had always referred to him as “Your Highness”, careful to maintain respect. But the day she had met him in the side of the castle no one ever used — he right away told her she could call him Matt. Though it slipped from her mind more often than not. As she brought him his morning tea, he caught her hand gently when she set the tray down.

“Call me Matt,” he said, his voice low and soft. Her heart fluttered as she looked at him, startled. “Your Highness, I couldn’t—”

“You could,” he interrupted, his thumb brushing her knuckles before he let go. “When it’s just us…i did already tell you that before.” he whispered.

And…she hesitated but nodded, whispering, “Alright… Matt.” The way his eyes lit up at the sound of his name from her lips was something she couldn’t forget.

002

Darling was in a hurry while carrying linens, when suddenly she had slipped on the freshly polished floor, dropping the pile and scraping her arm against the ground in the process. And since Matt was walking with her — before she could even process what had happened, Matt was at her side, kneeling beside her

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice thick with concern.

“I’m fine Matt,” she insisted, trying to rise, but he gently took her hand, examining the scrape that now decorated her arm.

“Stay still,” he commanded softly. Fetching a clean cloth, he dabbed at the wound, his touch tender. She hissed at the stinging sensation that radiated through her arm and down to her hand — but she let him continue on without a fuss. Growing nervous at the close contact.

003

One night, a thunderstorm had rolled in, shaking the palace windows. Darling was delivering some tea to Matt’s bedroom when a loud crack of thunder made her flinch, the tray of tea almost slipping from her hands.

Matt’s eyes darted toward her. “You’re scared,” he observed as he crossed the room toward her. She shook your head, trying to maintain composure. “I’m fine Matt.” she whispered, though her shaking body was telling him otherwise.

But Matt stepped closer, his hand brushing her arm. “You’re not — you’re shaking like a leaf darling.” he said, gently taking the tray from her hands and setting it down. When he turned back to her, he opened his arms — and she stared at him, puzzled.

“C’mere, it’s okay darling.” he said reassuringly — and she tentatively stepped forward, letting his arms wrap around her. His embrace calming some of her nerves.

He let her stay in there with him that night, making sure to keep her company and distracted from the loud thundering just outside.

004

Making Matt’s bed and tidying his room was one of darlings many tasks she had to do and one evening, as she prepared Matt’s bedroom for the night, he lingered by the doorway, watching her in silence.

He couldn’t help but watch how graceful she was at doing her tasks. “Do you ever think about what you want?” he asked suddenly, his voice carrying through his room.

She jolted, pausing as she was startled by the question. “What — what I want doesn’t matter, Matt.” she muttered, trying to brush the question off as if he had never asked it.

“It does,” he insisted, stepping into the room room. “It matters to me darling.” he said — though he could tell she didn’t really believe it too much.

The intensity of his gaze made her feel exposed, as though he could see past every wall she’d ever built. And before she could respond, he turned away, his departure leaving behind an ache she couldn’t explain.

005

The kitchen was silent save for the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth. Darling stood in the dim light, her hands fumbling with the small loaf of bread she’d carefully pinched from the pantry. She knew she shouldn’t be there — maids weren’t allowed to take food outside their designated meals — but the ache in her stomach had driven her to risk it.

She tore off a small piece, savoring the softness, her eyes darting toward the doorway every few seconds. Her heart pounded, not from guilt, but from fear of being caught.

“Enjoying yourself darling?”

The deep voice startled her so much that the bread slipped from her fingers. Whipping around, she found Matt leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed and a curious look on his face. His royal tunic was undone at the collar, his hair slightly tousled, as though he had just woken up.

“M-matt,” she stammered, her pulse racing. “I — this isn’t what it looks like—” Matt pushed off the doorframe, his steps slow and deliberate as he crossed the room. “It looks like you’re stealing bread.”

Darling opened her mouth to explain, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she looked down at her feet, shame bubbling up inside her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, the apology tasting bitter on her tongue. “I—”

“Shh,” he said softly, cutting her off as he came to stand before her. She dared to glance up, and his expression wasn’t one of anger or disappointment, but something else entirely — softness, curiosity… admiration.

“Why didn’t you ask?” he murmured, his voice so gentle it made her chest ache. “I didn’t want to be a burden,” she admitted quietly. “It’s not my place to take more than what’s given.”

Matt frowned slightly, his hands coming up to cup her face, his palms warm against her skin. The touch froze her in place, her breath hitching as his thumbs brushed her cheeks.

“You work harder than anyone here,” he said, his voice steady. “How could you ever think you’d be a burden?” Her eyes searched his face, unsure how to respond. The way he was looking at her — his gaze soft, yet piercing, as though he was memorizing every detail of her face — made her knees feel weak.

“You’re too kind to me,” she finally managed, her voice trembling. He shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You deserve kindness. And so much more.”

The warmth of his words, combined with the gentle pressure of his hands, made her head pound — face heating rapidly. His thumbs continued their slow, absentminded caress, and she swore she could feel his breath ghosting over her skin.

“Matt,” she whispered, his name slipping out before she could stop herself. The sound seemed to stir something in him, and for a moment, his eyes flickered to her lips. But instead of closing the space between them, he stepped back, his hands falling reluctantly to his sides.

“You should eat,” he said softly, gesturing toward the bread on the counter. “Take whatever you need. No one will stop you.” She nodded, still too overwhelmed to speak.

As he turned to leave, he paused in the doorway, glancing back over his shoulder. “Next time, just tell me. I’ll make sure you never have to sneak around again.”

And with that, he disappeared into the shadows of the hallway, leaving her breathless and with a warmth in her chest that she couldn’t quite explain.

#averys recs ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𐙚 #ᯓ★ strnilolover prince matt au

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