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sturniolodollx · 15 days ago

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BLURB OF emobf!matt COMING HOME FROM WORK AND HAVE SUPER FUCKING ROUGH SEX WHILE MYSIC PLAYS

MDNI SMUT WARNING ‼️

divider made by @bernardsbendystraws

warnings: rough sex, pretty much just pure smut. not sure what else to tell you.

The front door slammed and the sound of heavy footsteps marched up the stairs as you laid on Matt’s bed reading your book. His record player on softly in the background. You look up as Matt enters the room. With his shoulders slumped and his brows furrowed, he makes his way over to you.

Matt had a rough day at work, and that was an understatement. Stressful days were few and far between while working at the record shop, but today Matt has reached his limit. Rude customers entered the shop left and right, and none of the right inventory came on time. His boss scolded him, nitpicking every movement Matt made.

“Hi baby, how was work?” you questioned, setting your book down and sitting onto your knees, looking up at him.

He leans down and grabs your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger. “I had a shit day, princess….” He sneered, “i’m..fucking exhausted and i need to blow off steam.”

And this is how you found yourself face down into your pillow, being fucked senseless. His thick cock slamming into your perfect tight pussy, his pussy. His left hand fisted into your hair, gripping on for dear life, his right hand kneading and slapping your ass.

“Matt..I..you..fuck..” you mewled, drool spilling down your chin as your mouth hangs open from the endless pleasure. Matt’s music is blaring from the speakers, some heavy metal song playing that you can’t even remember the name of because your brain is pure mush. You can’t think straight, you barely remember your own name. Your limbs are on fire, a euphoric rush pumps through your veins.

Matt continues pounding into you, you’re hanging on by a thread and you need to cum. Your right hand reaches behind you to cling onto his tattooed wrist, back arching so beautifully.

“You’re such a good girl for me, princess.” Matt pants into your ear, his breath hot and heavy against your neck as he yanks your hair back. “My good, good girl.”

His thrusts begin to match the rhythm of the song, consistently kissing that perfect spot inside of you. Your wet, gummy walls clamp around him, squeezing him like a vice. Matt looks down at the spot where you two meet and he hisses, enjoying the delicious view of his cock being drenched in your arousal. Your moans being drowned out from the music.

He loves making you feel this good. As much as he needs to cum, and as much pent up frustration has built up inside of him, he needs you to cum first.

“You’re doing so good, baby, you’re almost there.” He whispers into your ear, not entirely sure if you can even understand him. He holds you close, spitting onto his fingers and slides them down to rub your clit, it send you over the edge. Your body convulses in his arms as your orgasm consumes you. The sight alone edges Matt on, and he quickly pulls out just as thick white ropes of cum spurt out of him, painting a beautiful sticky portrait on your back.

“M’sweet girl, you’re too good for me,” he soothed, “let’s get you all cleaned up.”

A/N: thank you so much for reading!! i appreciate all your interaction with this AU so much!! 🖤

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sturniolodollx · 23 days ago

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im boutta nut..

THE GUYLINERRR UGHGHHGHGHHGHHHHHHH

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sturniolodollx · 1 month ago

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squidward is me rn

when i show up to the biggest cutie competition and my opponent is chris with a headband

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sturniolodollx · 1 month ago

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P Links Masterlist

。Sub! Matt

。Sub! Chris

。Dom! Matt

。Dom! Matt pt 2

。Dom! Chris

。Dom! Chris pt 2

。Dom! Chris pt 3

。NSFW Audios

。Random P Links

。More P Links

Masterlist

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sturniolodollx · 1 month ago

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so when the fuck are we getting this then because this would make my entire year

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sturniolodollx · 1 month ago

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chris & matt s– positions and places.

-HEADCANONS.

Author's note: yes, fav positions in secs. Just because I can't get some images out of my head.

Warnings: smut, obviously. Juat filthy smut, smut, smut. Minors dni!

doggystyle.. he loves, loves, loves watching your ass bounce as he's pounding into you. He'd grab and squeeze it, smack it every now and then, letting you push back against him as he stays still, "come on, baby, move."

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C H R I S

reverse cowgirl.. again, he loves your ass. He loves watching you work for it while he stays still and speeds up only when he feels like you're going too slow. He'd grab a fistful of hair and push your head back while bucking his hips to thrust into you harder, "you like that, ma?"

table/counter sex.. Chris is the kind of guy that would take you anywhere, anytime. I feel like he'd just see you cooking and immediately just grab you, lifting you up to make you sit on the table. He'd eat you out first, sloppy and hungry and passionate, and then fuck you then and there, "you look and taste fucking delicious."

pool/beach sex.. as I said, he'd take you anywhere. He wouldn't be able to see you in bikini without touching you, "you can't do this to me, babe." He'd push you against the wall of the pool and push your bikini to the side, rubbing his clothed cock against you, making sure no one's really looking. Not that he cares.

head.. he loves giving, as much as receiving. But he absolutely fucking loses it when you, out of nowhere, get on your knees and suck him off. Like when he's doing work, or playing, and you're just on your knees, sucking him off, spitting on it, distracting him completely. He'd tease your nipples and pinch them to push you closer and take him in deeper, "that's it.. fuuuuck."

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M A T T

missionary.. Matt absolutely loves keeping eye contact while fucking you senseless. He'd want to see you losing it, to see your eyes roll to the back of your head, unable to have control over anything, "keep looking at me, pretty. Or I'll stop. And you don't want that, do you?"

cowgirl.. he'd sit up, back against the headboard so that he can see you better; he needs to see your tits bounce. He'd never let you do a thing – digging his long fingers into your hips, he'd keep you in place and fuck you mercilessly, "you're so pretty. Fuck."

against the wall.. he just loves wrapping his fingers around your neck while he's balls-deep inside of you, your legs wrapped around his slim waist, "take it, baby, take it". He'd press his forehead against yours and thrust into you deep, and hard.

car sex.. do I even have to say anything? He loves his car so much, but he loves pleasuring you more. While driving around, he'd order you take your panties off and spread your legs wide for him. He'd lick his fingers and touch you in such a delicate way, pushing his fingers inside of you gently while keeping his eyes on the road. Then, he'd stop the car somewhere private, not able to control himself, and push his pants down, making you straddle his lap and sit on his cock with his fingers still wrapped around the steering wheel, "that's my girl.."

shower sex.. that's the only time he'd have you facing the other way. He'd push you against the glass of the shower, if anyone were to see you, they'd see your tits and cheek pressed against it. His fingers would wrap themselves around your neck and push your head back as he pounds into you. He'd make you arch your back so much that even in that position, he'd still see you, even upside down, "gonna cum all over me, doll?"

Chat. I am not okay.

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sturniolodollx · 1 month ago

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MASK ON | ghostface!matt x fem!reader

— warnings: smut, dom!matt, sub!reader, cursing, knife play, choking, creampie, unprotected p in v, pet names, dirty talking, masturbation, mentions of murder, mdni

— a/n: matt is a bit crazy in this, it might be a lot so if u don't like, don't read xoxo

part two!!

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saying that matt was obsessed was an understatement. he was going feral for you. losing his mind. every guy you talked to was found dead not even twenty four hours after your last interaction with him. it was making you think that maybe you have some kind of curse on you, but it was impossible... right?

matt was having his eye on you for a while now. but it was different. at first when he caught you at some party, he thought you will be his next victim. you guys talked, you thought he was funny and good looking. his tattoos caught your attention, you couldn't take your eyes of his arm. that's when matt's plans changed. he couldn't kill you, because he needed you. he craved you, wanted to put his hands all over your body, wanted to make you scream but from pleasure. but he was too anxious to start whatever, he didn't even know how. and you were so confident...

because matt was only shy without his mask on.

since this first and last interaction you both had, he started gaining informations about you. everytime your parents were at work and you were at school, he was in your room. he made a key to your house, allowing himself to come and go whenever he wanted. he stayed in your room for several hours, already knowing its layout by heart. he went through your drawers, smelled your sheets, stole your pretty lace underwear. but he also did something else. he installed a camera in your bathroom and in your room, to facilitate access to you. so every time you showered, every time you changed - he saw it. and he jerked off to the view, whimpering your name, with your panties wrapped around his dick.

he couldn't take it no more. his sick fantasies weren't enough.

he found himself in his car, parked down the road in your neighborhood. his phone in his hand as he kept watching you through the cameras. you were taking a shower, the water running down your perfect body. he couldn't stop staring at your beautiful curves, the way you soaped your skin, your wet hair sticking to your back... he wanted to be there with you, to press you against the wall and fuck you relentless, watching the pleasure forming on your face, listening to your sweet pretty sounds-

he was quick to pull out his painfully hard dick from his black jeans and start moving his hand up and down his length. having the perfect view on your tits, he kept imagining being there with you, being able to move his tongue around your nipples... he whimpers, thrusting into his fist, his dick pulsing desperately for some relief that he couldn't achieve. he was already struggling to cum, but it got worse when you got out of the shower and covered yourself with a towel, cutting off his view of your body. he groaned, stopping his movements and pulling his boxers and pants up. he was now on a mission. he had enough of just watching you.

leaving his car, he quickly made his way to your house and into the garden, hiding between the bushes. it was dark and he was dressed all black, so no one could spot him. he also knew that your parents were not at home. leaving you alone even though there is a crazy masked killer lurking nearby, looking for innocent girls like you? a bit stupid, he thought.

after putting on his ghostface mask and using a voice changer, he calls your number, waiting impatiently for you to answer. meanwhile you were in your room, still only covered by the towel and searching for some clean pajamas as you heard the phone buzzing. seeing the unknown number on the screen, you didn't think much of it and picked up.

"hello?"

"what's your favorite scary movie?" you hear a low, hoarse voice on the other end of the phone. frowning, you look at the screen of your phone before putting it to your ear again, thinking that someone is just making fun of you.

"what?"

"i asked... what's your favorite scary movie." the voice repeats, making you a bit confused.

"who's this?"

"that's not the answer for my question, sweetheart." the way he said 'sweetheart' makes you shiver. matt still hides in the bushes, watching you through the cameras on his other phone, seeing the confusion forming on your face and how you are still standing in your room just in a towel. this wasn't helping with his painfully hard cock that was straining against his jeans.

"uhmmm, i don't really watch scary movies..." you say unsure what to answer.

"yeah? then what do you watch?"

"i... i already answered your question so now you answer mine. who is this?" you ask again trying to sound confident even if the call was confusing you. was that one of your friends making fun of you?

matt lets out a low chuckle liking the attitude you're trying to put on. he knows he could make you change your act pretty quick. "isn't it a bit stupid? leaving you alone in the house when some psycho killer is nearby? maybe watching you? would be even a little unfortunate if he was talking to you right now, huh?"

your eyes widen and you look around as if you were going to find him. you understand the situation immediately. now you knew who you were talking to. it was him. and you felt your body rush through adrenaline. matt already was quietly unlocking your door downstairs to get inside. "what??? what do you want? please, leave me alone-"

"relax, sweetheart. i'm not gonna kill you. in fact you look too good right now to do anything to you other than making you moan while my cock is deep inside your pretty pussy."

"w-what??" you look around again as it could help you find him. processing his words, you frown your eyebrows, grabbing the top of the towel and pressing it tighter to your body. "how do you know how i look right now-"

"i know that you look incredibly hot in your pretty thin towel that isn't covering too much." matt smirks putting his second phone into his pocket and standing in front of the stairs. he didn't want to scare you too much, he needed to convince you to let him touch you.

panic starts filling you and you start looking around again. quickly walking to the closet, opening it, checking under the bed and in your bathroom. but he's nowhere to be found, obviously. "what do you want?!"

"i already told you sweetie. you aren't that dumb, are you? i just wished i could rip that towel off you... would you let me? hm?" as you hear his words, your eyes travel to the fabric covering your body, automatically pressing it against your chest. matt continues, "i'm not gonna hurt you, i promise. i just think you'd like this... i was watching you and i know what you watch when you touch yourself. naughty, aren't you? you like it rough and when the mask is on, huh?"

your eyes widen, your body shiver and neither of you says anything for a moment, your mind trying to process what you just heard. "you... what do you mean by saying..."

"yes, i watched you."

chewing on your bottom lip, you feel two things. panic and... something you definitely shouldn't feel right now. you actually liked watching home made porn when the guy had a mask on, while touching yourself. you knew it was fucked up, that you were fucked up and you had a lot of kinks that you would never tell anyone. but he knew. he watched you, took away your privacy. and something about this turns you on right now, making you more confused than ever.

"will you let me in, sweetheart?" you hear him ask and at the same time the stairs in the hall creak, indicating that someone was coming upstairs. but you were alone... right? matt knew your door were unlocked, he could easily get inside, but he needed to hear that you let him in. your body is literally frozen as you stand in the middle of the room, gripping the phone and looking at the door with wide eyes. heart pounding in your chest from the adrenaline and fear, yet the ache between your legs keeps growing when you think of every single thing he said. he was watching you, craved you and knew how fucked up your fantasies were because his were worse. "so? can i come in?" you see the door handle slowly turning, he was just outside the door to your room.

"y-yeah..." it slips out of your mouth faster than you can even realize. the call ends, you look at the screen confused, before your attention is turned towards the door which opens with a crack and a person dressed all in black, wearing a ghostface mask enters your room. he wasn't very tall, you checked him out, but couldn't notice much besides the knife he held in his hand. and that made your heart skip a beat and take a few steps back.

"oh c'mon, don't be shy now. you let me in, didn't you?" he speaks up, his voice a bit different than on the phone. it's almost like you recognize it, but you don't know from where. he slowly makes his way over to you but you continue backing away, with your heart pounding in your chest until you reach your bed, falling backwards onto the mattress, the towel loosens on your body, making matt smirk under the mask. he stops in front of your bed, looking down at you and tilting his head to the side a little. god, you were beautiful. he reaches his hand, running it slowly down your thigh, making you flinch a little. feeling your soft, smooth skin under his fingertips was like his dreams coming true. then with one quick movement he rips the towel off you, leaving you completely bare. you watch him with widen eyes, too stunned to speak because you're scared and that sends vibrations straight to your pussy. "what's the matter sweetie? you look like you've seen a ghost."

"i—" the words get stuck in your throat, even though you can't see his eyes, you can feel him looking at you. feeling it really intensely, not understanding how this situation can have such an effect on you, making goosebumps appear on your body, your pussy throbbing but at the same time the sight of the knife in his hand makes it slightly terrifying. "i... i j-just— what will you do...?"

a low, hoarse laugh leaves him, he places the non-sharp side of the knife between your tits and starts moving it downwards, but not in a way that will hurt you. looking at this with widen eyes, you can't believe how hot what he's doing is making you feel. matt was literally in heaven right now. seeing your terrified face but at the same time the lust in your eyes, the way your body reacted to his touch, it made him go crazy, his cock twitching in his jeans needing to feel you around him. needing to ruin you. "you've no idea how long i been wanting to do this...." he spreads your legs, a groan escapes him, seeing your pussy dripping with arosual, already ready for him. his fingers trace over your wet folds, spreading them open as he sees your pink dripping entrance and he inserts one finger inside you, the movement making you gasp silently and close your eyes for a moment. "...mmm, yeah.... so fuckin' pretty... wish i could taste you— fuckk, so wet f'me... and you didn't even see me— you're jus' a little slut, hm?"

he places the cold blade of that knife on your hard nipple, the feeling makes you let out a soft whimper and it's like a sudden wake-up call for him. he just made you let out a noise. and immediately want more. removing his finger out of you, holding your folds spread, he runs the handle of the knife along the entire length of your heat, making you whine again. "oh god..."

"you like it? i knew you might be into some crazy shit jus' when i first saw you...." matt throws the knife on the mattress and not wanting to waste more time, unzips his pants. "y'want it, yeah? tell me. tell me you want this---" he slaps your pussy making you squeal, the sound echoed throughout the room. did he really have to ask? you were dripping. for him. you should be scared of this psychopath in front of you, but instead you were turned on, which was sickening.

"mhm..." you hum, your eyes watching his movements very intensely. his pants were already down to his knees along with his boxers. swallowing nervously, your eyes stare at his hard cock, precum leaking from his red sensitive tip. damn, he was big. maybe even too big. "i-i do, but... i don't know if you're gonna fit---"

he felt his control slip away, those words making his cock harden more than possible. he just lets out, "--don'cha worry sweetheart.... i'll make it fit—", giving himself a few strokes and spreading your legs, pressing your knees against your stomach, he finally slides into you immediately feeling your slippery walls sucking him in and making him groan. you let out a muffled scream when he doesn't give you any time to adjust, he's just too desperate and feeling you around him makes his mind go blank. you feel his dick deep as he begins to move slowly inside you, brushing against your g-spot because of the position you two are in. your hands grab the sheets, eyes rolling back as he starts to pick up the pace immediately. it hurt, but at the same time it filled you with pleasure.

"oh--- 's too big... i can't—"

"yes you can." he growls thrusting into you harder, he can't get enough of the way your cunt feels around him so perfectly, the way you squirm beneath him, every single one of your moans leaving your lips, making him addicted. he looks down cursing to himself as he watches how his dick slip in and out of your sensitive pussy, each slap of skin makes you silently screaming and gripping the sheets as your life depended on it. "so fuckin' pretty... too big, huh? yet you take it all, like the good girl you are... fuck--"

"--mmmm, pleaseeee... oh my god—" you have no idea what even you're begging for. cutting yourself off, your eyes snap open looking at him, looking at the mask he was wearing, it just makes you clench around his dick.

"oh fuck, keep doin' that... s'fuckin' good f'me—" the headboard starts rocking against the wall with each movement of his hips and that's when you feel his hand wrapping around your neck, his fingers gripping gently at first as he picks up his pace even more making your mind spin. "that's right— take it... fuck-- take it all— make me fuckin' proud...i knew you aren't that innocent as you pretend to be.."

"oh- i... don't.... oh my—" you aren't even able to form a sentence as his fingers tighten around your neck, making you let out more muffled moans but still being able to breathe. his every thrust into you starts overwhelming you with pleasure, watching him while he ruined you, that mask on his face drawing out of you your deepest, most hidden fantasies. matt was too far gone, the look on your face, the way your brows were knitted together and mouth slack open letting out more sweet needy sounds, it all was imprinted in his brain and he won't forget this for a long time.

"don't hold back, sweetheart. let me— mmhh shit— let me hear you..." his fingers squeeze around your throat some more causing your breath hitch as he continues going on the unholy pace.

"feels so.. s-so good— oh! right there... plea--" another scream leaving your lips when matt keeps pounding into you, your stomach drops over and over and your pussy squeezes around him again. he's in total disbelief how good you feel, how your walls manage to strangle him more, it's even better than what he imagined. "---'m gonna.... fuck!"

"yeaah, that's it sweetie.... cum all over my cock... make a mess on it— shittttt.... y'like it that much? being fucked by the fuckin'.... ghostface.... huh? mmhmm—" matt growls when his dirty words just adds to your pleasure and suddenly the knot in your stomach releases. too far gone in the sensation he was giving you, you let out a shaky moan, your eyes rolling back while your body continues to shake.

"oh yeah, so good... perfect..." matt groans and just by your expression, the way your legs were shaking, he feels his dick twitches. he lets go of your neck, warm cum bursts from his tip inside of you as your walls sucks him in deep. your legs fall down onto the mattress, both of you catching your breath as he gives you a few more thrusts before stopping and pulling out, taking last look at your pussy now leaking with your own and his release. you open your eyes, but matt is quick to stop you. "no, don't. keep them closed f'me. don't you dare open 'em until i tell you. got it?"

you frown a bit but keeps your eyes closed. "wha-"

your words are cut off pretty fast when matt pulls his mask halfway up so that only his lips are exposed and presses them against yours, stealing a small, surprised whimper from you, but you quickly kiss him back. you can't even feel him properly, only feeling the soft texture of his lips as he immediately pulls away, leaving you a bit surprised. feeling a small gust of wind, as if you couldn't feel the warmth of his body anymore, you ask, "--can i open my eyes?"

but there's no response, so after a moment you find the courage to open your eyes, but the room is empty. a small frown appears between your eyebrows while propping yourself up on your elbow and looking around, but the mysterious ghostface guy was nowhere to be found. he disappeared as if... as if it was just your dream. your next sick fantasy. however, you touch your lips slightly with your fingers, still feeling the sweet taste of the kiss that lasted too short for your liking and you know it just couldn't be only your imagination. it has to be real.

right?

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a/n: this is lowkey inspired by some fanfic i read a looong time ago on ao3 but i can't find it rn and i have no idea what it was called 😭

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sturniolodollx · 1 month ago

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we stan mr or mrs pumpkin !!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Pumpkin ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

Summary; you and matt make a little friend on your routine walk in the park ⊹ ࣪ ˖

HEAVILY inspired by these, also the podcast where matt talks about the blue macaw & any other time he got all cute and factual about nature/animals

p.s, pls do not try this at home lmao!

The autumn air was crisp as you strolled hand-in-hand with Matt along the park’s winding path, the ground beneath scattered with leaves. The two of you had made these autumn walks a habit, they were pockets of time you both cherished. There was something so enchanting about this season- the crunch of leaves as you walk, how fresh the air around felt, the mist that would linger in the air early in the mornings

As you walked, enjoying in the calm, Matt suddenly let out a little gasp, pulling his hand free from yours. Surprised, you glanced up at him just in time to see him tiptoeing off the path into a thick pile of fallen leaves. His sudden change in direction left you blinking in confusion.

“What are you doing?” you asked, a small laugh escaping you

Matt crouched down, his eyes wide with excitement, and then covered his mouth with his hand “Aww” he cooed, turning his head back toward you, his eyes gleaming. He whisper-shouted with childlike enthusiasm “cmere, come look baby!”

Intrigued, you stepped off the path to join him, following his line of sight. But all you could see was little piles of orange leaves

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He pointed with a grin, barely containing his excitement. “Here” he said.

You squinted, focusing on the spot he’d shown you, and then you saw it. A small hedgehog nestled into the leaves. You gasped, matching Matt’s earlier reaction.

“Oh my goshhh” you whispered,

“So cute, huh?” Matt grinned, his eyes flicking back and forth between you and the little creature. For a few moments, you both stood there, watching the tiny hedgehog shuffle lazily in its leafy bed. Then, before you could stop him, Matt reached down and gently scooped the hedgehog into his hands.

“Matthew, what are you doing!?” you whisper-shouted, your voice in slight panic. “It might bite you!”

Matt chuckled, clearly amused by your concern, as he stood back up, the hedgehog cradled carefully in his palms. “No it won’t, we’re friends now” he teased with a playful smirk. Then he held the hedgehog out toward you just a little. “Wanna stroke him?”

You shook your head, laughing nervously. “It’s adorable and all, but I don’t really feel like getting spiked to death, thanks”

Matt rolled his eyes, laughing at your dramatics. “It won’t-“ he assured you, lowering his voice as though the hedgehog could hear him. “-see its spines? They only stand up vertically when they’re scared, to fend off predators. But right now, they’re laying down because they’re relaxed” he explains in the most cute geeky way that made your heart melt.

He looked up at you, flashing you a smile, then,with a gentle finger, he stroked the hedgehog’s back to show you. “See?”

You watched in surprise, your curiosity winning over your hesitation. Slowly, you reached out and mimicked Matt’s motions, brushing your finger lightly along the hedgehog’s tiny back.

Matt beamed, proud. “See? We’re all friends now” he joked, his eyes full of satisfaction.

You stroked the hedgehog again, growing more confident “we should name it” you say, glancing at Matt with a playful smile.

“Oh, definitely” Matt tilted his head, pondering for a moment. “how about…Spike?”

You raised an eyebrow “Really? That’s so predictable”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Alright, fine. What about…pumpkin! in honour of our favourite season”

“That’s actually kind of perfect” you smile

“Right?” he says before looking down at the hedgehog “you definitely look like a Mr or Mrs Pumpkin” he says in a slight baby voice. You can’t help but laugh at how invested he is

After a few more minutes of admiring the little animal, you finally said, “Alright, let’s put it back before it decides to turn on us”” You laughed, shaking your head at how ridiculous you sounded.

Matt chuckled, crouching back down as you joined him, your arm slipping around his shoulders. With the gentlest care, Matt laid his hands flat on the ground, allowing the hedgehog to crawl off and scurry back into its pile of leaves.

“Cya Pumpkin!” you say

“Bye, buddy!” Matt said with a tiny wave

Your heart warmed at the sight of him. You smiled, squeezing his shoulder. “Y’know, the only thing cuter than finding baby hedgehogs is your reaction to it” you tease. Matt turned to you with a grin that made your heart flip. He stood up, pulling you to your feet as well, and before you could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed you—soft, slow, and sweet

As you pulled back, Matt placed a quick peck to the tip of your nose before intertwining your hands again

“Cmon sweetheart let’s get home to the warm, i’ll make us some hot chocolate”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ dividers from the angel @issysh3ll ⊹ ࣪ ˖

a/n; let’s pretend wild hedgehogs wouldn’t bite and aren’t full of germs for the plot shall we 🤝🏼

hope you guys enjoyed, i fuckin loved writing this!!!

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@sturniolosluttt @matts1freak @conspiracy-ash

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