#Bernard one shot

[randomfandomworks]

Now, I know what a fool I’ve been. But if you kissed me now, I know you’d fool me again.

Bernard x GN!Head Elf!Reader

Synopsis: It’s believed that you and your fellow Head Elf couldn’t hate one another more. Isn’t it strange how wrong beliefs can be?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Potential OOC & Probable Grammar Mistakes

Pronouns Used: (You/Your)

A/N: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! This is my Christmas special, so I hope you enjoy a short rivals/enemies to lovers one shot with our favorite seasonal boyfriend, Bernard.

Post Dividers used within this post are made by @saradika-graphics

You and Bernard had never seen eye to eye that much was for certain. At every bit of confusion or conflict presented by the elves you both would only argue. It was a wonder that Santa, Scott Calvin, had continued to let you both hold the title of Head Elf. Seeing as how whenever you both were meant to handle a situation it ended in more disputes amongst the workers then any kind of resolution.

Yes, despite your shared circumstances, despite growing up through hundreds of years together, you just could never seem to understand the other. The only thing you seemed to agree on was ensuring the happiness of children around the world, and making sure your jobs were done well and properly.

Though even that wasn’t enough to stop your fighting. One year, you two had been quarreling about wrapping and what exactly was the proper way for the elves to wrap the presents. This argument came to be so out of hand that you fell behind schedule.

Half of the wrapping department was listening to you and the other half to him, and quite frankly it was slowing you all the way down. Cutting your production time by at least half if not more than. You had only made it to Christmas on schedule that year by the slimmest of margins and it was most certainly not easy. Which made you all the more uncertain of what your current situation would present for you.

It was an almost silent night amongst the North Pole as you walked with your Co-Head Elf, Bernard, the small bells on the two of your outfits ringing softly with every step. You were both doing your hardest to discuss and agree upon the best plan to amplify production. As to avoid any big arguments that may lead to another production and schedule delay.

As you walked you both came out onto a terrace of the pole, it was snowing in light flurries as you both stood. The fresh falling snow slowly catching onto your clothes and forming very light halos of delicate snowflakes in your hair.

Each of you were rapidly speaking, and slightly disagreeing, with the other. Which was the case for quite a while until Bernard had taken a step back and paused suddenly, his eyes fixated above you both.

“Bernard?” You called, only growing more and more confused as he continued to ignore you. Until finally you yourself looked up, following his line of sight until it came into view. A small bundle of mistletoe hung between the two of you. A quick realization washed over you as you quickly attempted to fix the situation at hand.

“I promise I told the Decoration Department that this was in the wrong place.” You assured, continuing to look up at the mistletoe that was hung between you and Bernard.

And you had, earlier that day when you had been passing by this exact terrace you stopped to watch them work. Usually your decoration department did a wonderful job, going above and beyond for the look of the pole.

However as you watched them you noticed them hanging the traditional plant up above the terrace, and you had asked them to take it down, bringing up a few reasons as to why it had been decided not to be placed in this area before. Eventually they agreed with you and told you they would remove the mistletoe, pleased with that answer you found it okay to walk away and get started on another job you had to complete.

The mistletoe’s leaves glittered with a slight bit of Christmas magic, magic that the decorators always dusted across the mistletoe within the pole before they were put up. You looked back to your Co-Head Elf with slight worried glances, getting ready to combat anything he had to say about it.

Though when his gaze finally met yours it seemed as though he wasn’t upset or bothered by the classic decoration, in fact he didn’t show any sign of distaste. It was strange at first before it dawned on you, perhaps as opposites you were, whilst you were upset with the placement he was not. Perhaps instead he would decide he liked it, even if only to start an argument with you.

As these thoughts danced in your head you watched a bit of the shimmering magic flutter down and land on you. It occurred to you now what this meant. How the plant dangled so perfectly between you two symbolized more than a mistake of your decorators.

You turned to meet Bernard’s gaze once again, he’d been oddly quiet, usually the two of you would result in much more commotion. His eyes were expectant though patient, observing you and your every move as he waited for you to finally realize what you both had quite literally walked right into.

You looked at him for a moment more before speaking up, “We don’t have to.” You gave, no one was around to hold you to this, and surely neither of you felt you were necessarily in a position where you must.

You watched as he stared at you for a moment more, his face scrunching slightly, he did that when he was thinking. Which was something you had learned about him but never admitted to, much like many of his other traits.

You heard him chuckle softly as he met your stare again, those eyes, you thought, they were always so full of life. Always shining with this sparkle that you couldn’t help but feel matched the spark of joy that the Christmas season brought. They certainly made you feel lighter, more joyful even, despite who they may belong to.

“Why would I not want to kiss you?” He finally spoke. He asked it as though it was more than obvious that’s what he’d been willing, no, wanting to do, as if it’s what he had been waiting so long for. It made you feel almost idiotic, foolish even.

You watched him take a small step towards you. Your bodies and faces mere inches from each other, you could smell him from here. He always smelt first like the fresh fire in his office, a light Smokey scent followed by those classical Christmas ones. Gingerbread specifically with a slight hint of sweet peppermint.

You held his gaze, his eyes roaming across your face, finding their way back to your lips time and time again. As his hands slowly found their way to your waist, he was warm, a comforting warm. The kind you feel when you come inside after a walk in the winter or bundled in a sweater as you decorated for Christmas.

And from your place before him you could see every silver freckle dusted on his cheeks. He looked almost angelic, you found yourself thinking with the snow sticking to him and the familiar light in his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered softly, a question to be shared with you and you alone. His voice was almost desperate, though he wouldn’t make any move until he had absolute certainty from you.

Your breath became stuck in your throat, you paused, unsure of what move you should make before you unconsciously replied, “Yes.” You found yourself whispering, nodding softly as your own voice subconsciously matched his desperation.

In almost an instant your lips were against his, one of his hands coming to cradle the back of your neck, the soft ends of his sweater brushing against your cheek as he did so, with his other hand pulling you closer from his hold on your waist.

He tasted almost as sweet as he smelled, just like the new sugar cookies the bakery had been working on, and cinnamon, from his hot chocolate you found yourself remembering. He always had his cocoa with cinnamon.

He pulled away from you with a shaky sigh, a sweet smile spreading to his face as the sparkle in his eye shone brighter than you thought it had perhaps ever had before. His hold on you was still gentle but enough to keep you close, almost as though he never wished to let you go.

Looking at him now, taking notice of every detail about him, and the way he smiled at you, a sweet, loving smile that warmed you even more than his hold. It all made you feel more of a fool than before.

Has he always looked at you this way?

Has the sight of his smile always swooned you?

And have you just been so oblivious as to ignore it?

It had been foolish for sure, your attitudes towards one another, the arguments, and specifically waiting so long for this.

Thinking it all over you couldn’t help but breathe him in and pull him in once again, putting a silence to your thoughts as you kissed him once more.

[sweetshuga]

MS ✰ String you out ✧ CS

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Warnings⚠︎ Smut!, Suggestive remarks!, strong language!, threesome!, size kink, lowkey breeding kink, pet names, p in v, dp, unprotected sex (do not), oral (m! receiving), squirting, vibe, slight intoxication (but full consent), etc.

Word count. 3k

Note. English is not my first language! Not proofread!

Psa. Matt refers to reader as "pretty" and Chris refers to reader as "ma", just so you don't get confused with the dialogues.

Sum. Everything goes south when you show up at the campus Halloween party in a tiny black witch costume; becoming their prey for the night.

You weren’t prepared when your best friend came knocking at your door with a big duffle bag, trying to convince you to come to the annual Halloween party, but you had already decided to stay in your dorm room and continue doing your assignments.

"C’mon, don’t be like that, I even bought us matching costumes," she stepped inside, letting you close the door behind her. "I can help you do your make-up, please?" Your friend begged, plopping down on your bed. You sighed and rubbed your temple, "I told you already, I’m not going, that Halloween party will probably be just like a frat one and you know how I am about frat parties."

Your friend crossed her arms with raised eyebrows, "no, it won’t be like a frat party, but I guess there’ll be those fraternity guys there since you know... Campus party, everyone’s gonna be there–" you cut her off, "except for me," causing her to collapse back onto your bed.

"Pretty please?" She pleaded again, jutting her bottom lip out dramatically, making you laugh. "No, like I said–" she cut you off with a groan, "c’mooon, Halloween happens only once a year..." her voice trailed off as a grin made its way onto her lips, "if you go this once, I won’t bug you again, like I promise I won’t ask you to come to frat parties with me."

You couldn’t help but be tempted with the deal, clearing your throat as you looked at her, "you serious?" She nodded vigorously, "yeah, I am, I am dead serious, so? will you?" You sighed and nodded, eliciting a happy "yay" from her.

She immediately spilled the contents from her huge duffel bag, tons of make-up products and two matching witch costumes. You picked one up, inspecting it. The costume was incredibly short and could almost pass off as a long shirt.

"Are you serious? This is what you picked?" She gave you a deadpanned look, "it’s Halloween! You know what they say, the only time of the year to be as slutty as you want." She nudged your arm, grinning, "plus I bet guys would go nuts when they see you in this."

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Your friend helped you with your make-up, and as you looked in the mirror, you felt like you were someone else, in a good way. The costume was short, but it made you feel a bit more confident than usual. The black heel boots you had lying around – that you’ve been wanting to wear for so long – seemed to match the vibe of the dress.

The long sleeves and overall style of the costume had already started to grow on you. "Not too bad," you said as you curled your hair, "yeah? told you so," your friend grinned triumphantly, making you roll your eyes in a playful manner.

The moment you arrived at the party, your ears immediately rang at the loud music, "fuck, why is it so loud here?" you shouted to your friend, trying to get your words across the short distance, but the music drowned out your voice.

"It’s always this loud, you’re just not used to it, c’mon, let’s get drinks!" She dragged you towards the table of drinks, expertly weaving through the crowd. Alcohols that you didn’t even know the names of were stacked in an oddly neat way along with soft drinks, water and way too many solo cups.

A girl standing by the table, dressed as the grinch, offered to make you and your friend drinks, halloween specials. As you were sipping on your drink, you noticed a pair of guys, almost identical looking.

"Holy fuck, you know who they are?" you nudged your friend, jerking your head at the direction of the guys dressed as vampires. She followed your gaze and looked at them, "yeah?" she chuckled, "you don’t?" Shaking your head as you kept your gaze on the guys, unable to take it off of them.

"Of course you don’t, you’re always buried in schoolwork," she clicked her tongue, "they’re quite famous around campus you know?" You let out a huff, taking another big gulp of your drink, groaning at the burn of the mixed alcohols. "So? Who are they?"

"The one with the cap is Chris and the one that doesn’t have a cap is Matt, obviously, they’re identical triplets, but I don’t think Nick’s here today." You let out an "oh" sound of understanding before you took another sip of your drink.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl," your friend shrugged, telling you all she knew about them, "yeah... couldn’t care less, c’mon let’s just dance or something," you said pulling your friend away from the table of drinks and onto the dance floor. You couldn’t help but feel interested despite your words.

After one too many drinks and a few stolen glances later, you found yourself in a bathroom, two pairs of hands roaming over your body while you shared a kiss with one of the guys—the one with the cap.

The other one kissed your neck, trailing it down to your collarbone and leaving love bites there before going back to your neck. The one with the cap broke the kiss, "you know our names ma?" He breathed out, "uh... you’re Chris, and he’s Matt, right?" you asked hesitantly, the slight intoxication making your mind a jumbled up mess.

"Mhm—bingo, pretty," Matt whispered, his lips grazing just under your earlobe, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as they continued to kiss and caress your body, your body reacting to every word and touch from them, making their faces light up with smirks.

Their fake fangs nipped at your skin, causing you to gasp softly each time. "Say, let’s go to a more comfortable place?" Chris suggested, "Yeah, can’t really do much in a bathroom," Matt chuckled as he added.

They led you out of the bathroom and weaved through the crowd of people dancing. You tried to find your friend to tell her you were going but you couldn't find her in the crowd. Suddenly, you got a message and a photo from her apologizing saying that she was gonna head home with her boyfriend since it was getting late. How convenient.

You sighed and let the guys lead you out of the party, your costume rode up ever so slightly as you tried to balance on the heel boots in your slightly tipsy state. You were very much aware of your surroundings and the two fellas, dressed as vampires, leading you towards their car.

"Where are we going?" You asked, a bit puzzled but willing. Matt and Chris both chuckled in unison at your confused state, "oh yeah, we’re gonna go to our place, you mind?" Chris asked as he looked back at you, "I mean, if you don’t feel comfortable with that, we could always hit up a hotel," Matt shrugged.

You hummed, looking back and forth between them before making your decision, "no, yeah, i’m good with your place," they both visibly relaxed and grinned, "alright then, hop in, pretty," Matt said as he opened the backseat door.

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The drive to their place was fairly fast, accompanied by small talks and laughter, but that quickly turned into heated kisses and breathy moans once you got inside their house. Stumbling into one of their rooms, they started to strip you out of the skimpy costume.

Gently pushing you on the bed before they started to strip themselves, your gaze raked over their bodies as you waited on the bed, biting your lip in anticipation. Once they were matching you in nakedness, they sat on either side of you, starting to lavish attention to your body once again.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful ma, so fucking beautiful," Chris murmured against the swell of your breast, "mhm... so pretty" Matt whispered an agreement in your ear before kissing along your jawline, his hand caressing your body, slowing inching down to cup your mound.

You hissed softly when his fingers made in contact with your swollen clit, slick with arousal, and throbbing for attention. The brothers quickly picked up on your growing need and desperation as they saw just how wet you had become.

Your folds glistened in the dim light of the bedside lamp, the obvious need evident in your tone when Chris plunged a finger inside your tight heat. "Fu—ck," you moaned softly, your breathing a lot more ragged now that he was moving his digit in and out of you, slipping in a second finger and smirking at how you seemed to suck in his fingers.

"Someone’s eager," Matt chuckled, his voice a bit deeper than usual, betraying his arousal. The pads of his fingers started to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting slightly louder moans from you.

The feeling was already so pleasurable, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol making you feel more than usual or just the brothers themselves, either way you knew you were incredibly turned on.

They adjusted your position, easily manhandling you, but their touch was gentle– almost tender if you will. The new position gave them more to work with. You were on your hands and knees and they stood on their knees on either side of you, still squeezing and caressing every inch of skin they could touch.

They were big – huge even – it made you feel a bit nervous. They were easily 10", and who knows how thick, standing tall and proud. You gulped softly when Chris gripped your hip with one hand and led his length towards your aching pussy. The tip of his cock slid up and down your slit, making you whine and push back against him.

They chuckled at your needy gestures and sounds, "you’re so responsive ma, ’s intoxicating," Chris emphasized his words with a slap on your ass, causing you to jolt and whine, his hand gently caressing the reddening skin.

Matt, being the one in front of you, caressed your cheek and made you look up at him by lifting your face by your jaw. Smirking when he saw the desperation in your eyes, "what’s up pretty? Can’t handle a little teasing?" He spoke with faux sympathy, making you all the more desperate.

Before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt the sudden stretch, causing you to move forward—trying to get away from the sensation, only to be held in place by two pairs of hands. Chris clicked his tongue, "relax ma," his hands squeezed your ass, sinking his fingers in your plush flesh as he moved forward, filling you completely.

"Oh fu—ck, Chris too big–" your moans got muffled when Matt fed you his length, groaning at the sensation of your mouth on him and the vibrations from your moans as Chris took you from behind.

Chris’ pupils dilated when he saw the way your ass recoiled against his hips with each deep and slow thrust, he gripped your hips tighter and surged forward with increasing fervor. The force of it pushed you forward, each thrust making you involuntarily deepthroat Matt, making them both groan at the pleasure.

Chris suddenly pulled out, and stood up, "I think I’ve got something nice." Matt chuckled when he understood what Chris implied and pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. You looked at them confused, feeling empty and still aching with need.

A few minutes later, Chris came back with a vibrator and a bottle of lube in hand. You blinked rapidly as your gaze flickered between the brothers, making them chuckle, "don’t worry pretty, we’ll make you feel good, ’promise." Chris sat on the bed behind you, getting in position again.

"Alright ma, up," he playfully slapped your ass before helping you back in the position you were in moments ago, but this time you were facing Chris with Matt behind you. Your moans filled the room once again when Matt entered you, stretching you deliciously.

Your moans were quickly muffled by Chris’ cock, which you eagerly let in your mouth, and the pleasure was already bordering on too much. Your body tensed when you felt vibrations on your clit. Matt groaned loudly when he felt you clench around him like a vice, his hips picking up pace in response.

Your moans vibrated around Chris’ shaft, making him buck his hips faster, fucking your mouth as he gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Your eyes rolled back briefly as Matt hit that spot deep within you, the one that made sparks dance behind your eyes, the one that made you moan louder.

The vibrations of the vibe increased, making your legs shake as you tried to ground yourself from the intense pleasure that you wondered if you could take any more of. That was when Matt held you by your waist and started to target a specific spot—your g-spot.

The feeling of him hitting your g-spot with such precision and the vibrator doing its job on your throbbing clit, made you squirm, trying to get away from the intensity of it all, but their hands kept you in place. With a loud muffled moan you squirted, unable to warn them due to Chris’ cock in your mouth. The brothers let out breathy chuckles when they saw the mess you were making, but didn’t stop nevertheless.

They followed you soon after, their releases filling up your holes. You couldn’t even keep yourself steady on your legs and arms anymore, it was all threatening to buckle under you any second.

Carefully, they laid you down, and seeing the wrecked state you were in just seemed to fuel their desires further. Their semi-hard lengths hardened once more as they gazed down at you. Your disheveled hair, the hickeys adorning your body, Matt’s release trickling out of you and Chris’ dripping down your chin.

Matt’s hand came up to caress your side, causing a breathy sigh to escape your lips, "you think you can go one more round pretty?" Chris chuckled softly, "mhm—ma, don’t think we can get enough of you, think you can take us both?"

"Both? like at the same time?" you whispered, your voice already hoarse from overuse. They nodded, chuckling as they helped you into a sitting position, "yeah, we’ve got lube, but it’s fine if you’re not up for it, pretty—" you cut him off, "well, I don’t mind, i mean... if it can fit that is..." your voice trailed off as you looked down at their laps.

"Don’t worry, ma, we’ll make it fit," is all you heard before they got in position. Matt laying with you on top of him and Chris behind you. The pop of the lube cap made your body shiver in anticipation, the mildly cold oil jolting every nerve as it ran down your slit, making you shudder.

Matt slowly pushed inside, eliciting a soft moan from you, and as you finally adjusted to his size, Chris nudged himself on your already full pussy. "Shh— ’s alright, pretty, just relax," Matt cooed from under you, his arms holding you in place as Chris entered you from behind. You squirmed under their touch, moaning loudly, and the stretch being too much, too big.

Chris grunted at the tightness as he pushed inside, stilling when he bottomed out inside you, "shit ma, so fuckin’ tight," he hissed through his teeth. Matt chuckled, his voice huskier, "yeah, you like how we stretch you, pretty? how fuckin’ big we are?" You could only mumble a "yes" that sounded more like a whimper.

They let you adjust to their sizes—the fullness and the stretch. Their hands caressed your body soothingly, whispering sweet nothings in your ears, and kissing your shoulders and neck.

You finally relaxed around them, moaning softly at the sudden pang of pleasure from being filled to the brim. Your pleasure didn’t go unnoticed by Matt and Chris, chuckling to themselves as they started to move. Your world blurred as you felt an immense pleasure you’ve never felt before.

Your body moved on its own, meeting their thrusts, wanting more of that delicious feeling. And all that only made them move faster – harder – thrusting into you with renewed fervor. Your hands clutched whatever you could hold, grounding yourself so you wouldn’t get consumed by the pleasure.

"Fu—ck pretty, so fuckin’ tight," Chris mumbled an agreement, both of them holding you in place as they took what they wanted. You could only hold on, and moan for them. "Shit, gonna fill you up so good— swell you with my cum, ma," Chris groaned, "Yeah, fuck— you ready for us pretty?" Matt added, muffling his sounds of pleasure on your shoulder.

You mumbled a plea for them to cum inside you—to which they gladly did, groaning and moaning as they filled you up. Their combined release spilled out from the sides, making a mess.

Gently pulling out from your well-used hole, their chests heaved with exertion. In spite of their softening cocks, they couldn’t help the feral, almost animalistic, feeling when they saw the sight of their mixed release trickling out of your pussy.

They both groaned under their breaths before exchanging knowing glances, a silent conversation between them, and slowly alerting you about their insatiable desires for you. "You okay, pretty?" Matt’s hand caressed your cheek while Chris squeezed your ass, "we’re not done with you ma, not by a long shot."

They chuckled as they saw you look at them surprised, but didn’t protest or say no, instead pulled them closer – a silent plea for more. "We’re gonna fuck this pussy so good," Matt whispered in your ear, "and fill you up with our spend until you swell with our babies," Chris added, whispering in your other ear.

Their words were filled with promises, and that alone made you feel immense pleasure, a need for more.

The next morning, you woke up with a bad headache, and sore all over. It wasn’t a surprise that you had a hangover but it was a surprise when you became aware of your surroundings. You were in an unknown room, entangled with not one, but two guys. It didn’t help that they were brothers, identical brothers.

"Heard they got a bro code or whatnot, like they wouldn’t hit the same girl." Your friend’s words echoed in your head. Guess it wasn’t true after all, their bro code.

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wc. 3,086

Isa's notes. I've never written a Chratt fic before, or anything with two love interests, or a threesome in that matter so like... my bad if it's shit.

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⎯⎯⎯⎯ NOW YOU'RE WATCHING ... uber driver!matt fucks you after a shitty date.

your date was a bust; some guy named andrew who spent two hours at a shitty diner droning about his gym routine, barely looking up from his phone, leaving you bored and dry as hell. you’re more than done with this, heels clicking on the curb as you book an uber, the night air cool against your skin, your little black dress hugging your curves, wasted on a dud.

a black, beat-up sedan with cracked windows rolls up and matt (or at least that's the name on your phone) slides into view, leaning an elbow out, smirking like he’s already got you figured out. he’s all messy brown hair, sharp jaw, plaid shirt unbuttoned over a white tee, eyes raking you up and down with zero shame.

“rough night, huh? y’look like you just escaped a fuckin’ coma,” he says, voice low and lazy, dripping with a cocky grin as you climb in the back, slamming the door harder than you mean to. “address’s set—where we goin’, princess?”

“home,” you mutter, crossing your arms, staring out the window, but he’s not letting it drop, glancing at you in the rearview, one brow cocked.

“home? nah, you’re dressed like that for some loser who couldn’t even make you sweat? tell me ‘bout this clown, c’mon, spill it.”

you roll your eyes, but he’s got this pushy, crude way, like he’s daring you to bite back. “andrew. gym rat. talked about protein shakes so much i wanted to claw my ears off. didn’t even kiss me—just a handshake. a fuckin’ handshake.”

matt laughs—loud, sharp, head tipping back. “a handshake? shit, what a pussy. you wasted that dress on a dude who can’t even get you wet, that’s tragic, babe, y’could’a stayed home and fucked yourself better.” his eyes flick to you again, dark and glinting, tongue swiping his lip like he’s tasting the idea. “bet he wouldn’t know what to do with you anyway—look at ya, all pent up, sittin’ there like y’need a real man to fix that.”

heat creeps up your neck, a mix of annoyance and something else. his words are crass, intrusive, but they hit, stirring the frustration andrew left simmering. “and what, you think you’re that guy?” you snap, leaning forward, elbows on the seatback, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “big talk for some uber driver.”

he smirks wider, cynical and hot, shifting gears with a lazy flick of his wrist. “oh, i’m more than that, sweetheart. i’d have you screamin’ in ten minutes—hands are quick, tongue’s quicker. y’wanna test me? or y’too scared to find out andrew’s not the only one who can’t deliver?”

it’s a taunt, bold and filthy, and he chuckles when you don’t flinch, just stare back, pulse kicking up.

“prove it, then,” you say, voice steady, daring him now, the car humming under you as the tension snaps. “pull over—somewhere dark. let’s see if your hands match that mouth, or if you’re just another bullshit artist.”

matt’s grin turns feral, eyes flashing as he mutters, “fuckin’ bet,” and swerves the wheel, tires crunching gravel as he peels off the main road, weaving into a shadowed alley, streetlights fading to black. he kills the engine, twists around, one arm slung over the seat, staring at you like you’re prey. “backseat now. let’s see how bad you need this.”

you climb over, dress hiking up your thighs, and he’s on you fast, the door slamming shut as he shoves you down across the seat, one hand yanking your straps down, baring your tits to the cool air. “shit, look at these, he didn’t deserve ‘em,” he growls, mouth crashing onto one, teeth grazing your nipple, making you gasp, arching up against him.

his other hand’s already between your legs, shoving your panties aside, fingers plunging in—two, rough, curling deep, pumping fast until you’re soaked, the wet squelch loud in the tight space.

“fuck, you’re so wet already,” he laughs, voice dark and mocking, “this what you wanted all night, huh? not some dickhead too busy flexin’ to fuck you right?”

you moan, loud and needy, grabbing his hair, pulling him up, his lips hovering over yours, breath hot and ragged. “shut up and use that tongue,” your panting making him grin as he dove down, flattening it against your cunt—broad, sloppy licks, sucking your clit hard, your thighs shaking, trapping his head.

“ohhh shit!” you cry, hips bucking, and he groans, “fuck yeah, scream f’me, let me gove you what that loser couldn’t,” voice muffled as he eats you out, relentless, tongue flicking fast, then slow, dragging you to the edge, your nails clawing at the seat desperately.

he pulls back, smirking, wiping his chin, “told ya—hands next,” and flips you over, face down, ass up, yanking your hips back, spreading your legs wider.

he’s behind you now—jeans shoved down, cock out, thick and dripping—rubbing it against your slit, teasing, making you whine, “c’mon, fuck me already.”

“needy little thing,” he mutters, all smug and hot, then thrusts in—hard, deep, bottoming out until you yelp, walls clenching tight. “fuck, y’feel so good,” he groans, setting a brutal pace that felt fast, sloppy, the car rocking with every slam, windows fogging as you moan, loud and wrecked.

his hands grip your ass, spreading you, one thumb circling your rim, teasing, not pushing, “y’like that? dirty girl, bet andrew never even tried,” and you laugh, breathless, “he wouldn’t dare... keep goin’.”

he does—fucking you savage, one hand sliding up, pinching your nipple ‘til you hiss, the other rubbing your clit, sloppy and fast, ‘til you’re screaming, “matt, fuck, m’gonna cum!” and you do, soaking his hand, his cock, the seat, looking like a shaking, sobbing mess.

he’s not far, groaning against your ear “you’re so tight, babe. m’cummin’,” and pulls out, jerking fast, painting your ass with hot, thick spurts, panting,

“you’re better than any date.” you slump, breathless, dress torn, thighs slick, and he lets a low, cynical laugh.

“told ya my hands don’t lie. your tinder guys got nothin’ on this.”

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[stxrsniolo]

car sex with matt .ᐟ

🪧 ⁞ alright, babes, heads up because this is about to get filthy, and I’m talking full-on smut, no filter, no shame; if you can’t handle the heat, bounce now, because i’m not holding back .ᐟ

the sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape as matt and y/n decided to take an impromptu drive.

the air was thick with the scent of summer and adventure, but inside the car, the atmosphere was charged with a different kind of heat. y/n's eyes were magnetically drawn to matt, not just for the drive itself, but for how he looked doing it.

matt was wearing grey sweatpants today, the fabric loose yet showing off the undeniable bulge at his crotch, especially with how he was sitting. his t-shirt was clinging to his frame, the faded blue of the top matched his eyes, which were focused on the road, his biceps flexing with each turn of the wheel. his skin, lightly tanned, glistened with a hint of sweat, the scent of his cologne — a blend of leather and earth— filling the car.

y/n couldn't help but feel the growing wetness between her legs as she watched him, his jaw set in concentration, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick his lips. the sight of him, so focused, so masculine, was driving her wild.

matt caught her looking, a playful smirk pulling at his lips. "Y’lookin’ like y’wanna eat me up, huh?" his voice was rough, teasing, sending a shiver down her spine.

"m’so obvious, huh?" y/n managed, her voice breathy, her arousal evident.

"mhm, and y’know what happens when y’get that look in yer eyes," he teased, though his eyes kept flicking back to her, his smirk widening when he noticed her hand inching closer to his thigh. "better not distract me too much, gotta keep this ride safe, y’know?"

but y/n was beyond caring about safety; her hand moved, tracing the outline of his cock through the soft, grey fabric of his sweatpants. she could feel the heat of him, the way his cock twitched under her touch, the fabric tenting more with each stroke. matt let out a low, guttural groan, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"fuck, y/n, you're not helpin’ me out here, i gotta drive," he complained, his voice a mix of annoyance and arousal, his words slurring together in his lust-hazed state.

but y/n was relentless, her fingers now working him more deliberately, feeling every pulse through the thin, pliable material. "c'mon, matt, you can handle a little multitasking," she whispered, her voice sultry with challenge.

matt's breathing grew heavy, the sweatpants now visibly strained as he struggled to keep his focus. "y’gonna make me crash, y’know that, right?" he murmured, his tone more playful than serious.

finally, succumbing to the need, matt swerved into a secluded alley, the car coming to a quick halt. the engine's hum faded, leaving only their heavy breathing and the distant city sounds. "you're fuckin' trouble, y’know that?" he growled, his voice low and rough as he covered her hand with his, pressing it harder against his erection.

the car's interior was now thick with the musk of arousal, the windows fogging up from their heated breaths. y/n, with eager fingers, pulled down his sweatpants just enough to free his cock. it was hard, the skin flushed a deep red, the head glistening with precum, veins prominent with his arousal as it throbbed in her hand, eager and ready.

straddling him without any hesitation, y/n hiked her skirt up, her panties already soaked through.

matt's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, guiding her down onto him, the sensation of him breaking her panties in desperation and pushing into her was intense; his thickness stretching her, the velvety heat of his cock against her sensitive walls. she moaned, a loud, unfiltered sound that echoed in the car, as he filled her completely.

"god, y’so tight, ma," matt groaned, his head falling back, his hands roaming up to grab her ass, squeezing it as he began to thrust up into her with a force that made the car rock. the sounds of their bodies, wet and slick, slapping together filled the confined space, mixing with their moans and the occasional creak of the vehicle.

y/n moved with him, her hands bracing on his shoulders, feeling the power of his body under her palms.

the friction was electric, the heat of him deep inside her, the way her body responded, clenching around him, drawing him in deeper. she could feel every vein, every pulse, the way his cock curved to hit that perfect spot inside her.

"y’love this, huh? m’little tease," matt panted, his voice a husky whisper, his eyes locked on where they were joined, watching his cock disappear into her, slick with her arousal. "s’wet f’me, baby."

y/n nodded, unable to speak through her moans, her body moving on instinct, riding him harder, chasing her pleasure.

matt's hands were everywhere – on her breasts, squeezing them through her top, then trailing down her back, pulling her into a desperate, messy kiss. their tongues clashed, tasting each other, the salt of their sweat mingling.

their rhythm became frantic, matt thrusting up with such force, each movement designed to drive her over the edge. y/n's mind was fogging, her thoughts narrowing down to the sensation of him inside her, the overwhelming pleasure making her feel like she was losing her mind, her words turning into incoherent moans and whimpers.

"fuck, m’gonna fuck y’so stupid," matt growled, his voice breaking as he felt his climax building, his balls tight against his body, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity.

"please, babe, ’m so close" y/n gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body trembling as that coil in her belly tightened to the breaking point.

with a few more hard, relentless thrusts, matt came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with hot jets of cum, his moans loud and uninhibited.

y/n followed immediately, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around him, milking him through his release, her body trembling with the aftershocks, completely overwhelmed, fucked into a state of blissful stupidity.

they stayed like that, panting, hearts racing, the windows fogged up, creating their own private world inside the car. matt let out a lazy chuckle, his voice hoarse. "damn, y’made me lose control on that one."

y/n, catching her breath, managed a satisfied, dazed smile. "m’so glad we decided to go for a drive."

matt pulled her down for another kiss, this one slower, more tender, his hands gentling on her body. "yeah, me too."

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[mattitudeing]

ㅤㅤ──── MATT LOVES TO TIE YOU UP AND EAT YOU OUT ‘TIL YOU'RE A SHAKING, SCREAMING MESS ❞

ㅤㅤ♱ summary: matt ties you up, gets to work with his ㅤㅤtongue and fingers, and drives you wild until you’re a ㅤㅤㅤㅤtrembling mess.

you’re sprawled on matt’s bed, the faint hum of the city outside barely audible over your pounding heartbeat while he’s standing at the foot of the bed, shirt already off, his slim frame catching the dim light—lean, no bulk, just smooth skin and that messy brown hair falling into his eyes.

his pajama pants hang low, the bulge beneath them twitching as he looks at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. he’s holding a coil of soft rope, nothing fancy, just some shit he found in the garage, and his fingers flex around it like he’s been itching to use it.

“y’ready for this, huh?” he says, voice low and lazy, that familiar drawl dripping with intent as he steps closer. “m’gonna tie you up and fuck you up ‘til you can’t move.”

you nod, breath hitching, and he doesn’t waste time, just grabs your wrists, rough but careful, looping the rope around them, his fingers brushing your skin as he ties you to the bedframe. the knots are tight, biting just enough to keep you pinned, your arms stretched above your head, leaving you exposed, naked and vulnerable, your chest heaving, nipples already hard, pussy slick with anticipation.

he steps back, eyeing you like you’re a goddamn meal, and tugs his sweatpants down, kicking them off, his cock springing free, looking thick, hard, the tip glistening with precum.

“look at you, all spread out f’me,” he mutters, climbing onto the bed, settling between your legs. he grabs your ankles, spreading you wider, and you feel the stretch, the cool air hitting your soaked folds. “m’so fuckin’ hungry f’this pussy.”

he dives in, no warning, his tongue flattening against your clit, hot and wet, dragging a slow, deliberate lick that makes you gasp.

your hips buck, but the ropes hold you fast, and he groans into you, the vibration sending a jolt up your spine. he’s messy with it—licking, sucking, his lips closing around your clit, pulling soft, needy moans from your throat while his sweaty hands grip your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, keeping you open as he laps at you like he’s starving, his tongue dipping down to your entrance, tasting how wet you are, then flicking back up to tease your clit again.

“fuck, you taste so good,” he mumbles against you, voice muffled, his breath hot on your skin as he sucks harder, relentless.

your legs shake, thighs trembling, but he doesn’t let up, no, he licks faster, sloppy and desperate, his spit mixing with your slick, dripping down to the sheets.

you’re whining now, head thrashing, the ropes cutting into your wrists as you pull against them, but he’s got you locked in place.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his chin glistening, eyes dark and wild. “y’gonna shake f’me, huh? m’not stoppin’ ‘til y’do.” then he’s back at it, tongue working you over, pushing you higher, your clit throbbing under the onslaught.

your first orgasm hits fast—too fast—your pussy clenching around nothing, a sharp cry tearing from your lips as your body jerks, waves of pleasure crashing through you. he doesn’t slow, doesn’t stop, just keeps licking, sucking, overstimulating you until you’re gasping, legs twitching uncontrollably.

“matt—fuck—too much—” you choke out, voice breaking, but he just grins against you, all lazy and smug.

“nah, y’can take it,” he says, pulling back to lick his lips, then diving in again. “m’not done with you yet.” his fingers join now; two slipping inside you, rough and slick, curling up to hit that spot that makes you see stars.

he pumps them fast, relentless, his tongue still flicking your clit, and you’re gone again, a second orgasm ripping through you, harder, messier, your pussy gushing around his fingers as you scream, your whole body shaking, ropes creaking against the bedframe.

he doesn’t let up, his mouth stays on you, licking you through it, his fingers fucking you deeper, stretching you, the wet squelch of it loud and obscene. your thighs clamp around his head, but he pries them open, growling low, “keep ‘em spread f’me,” and adds a third finger, the stretch burning, pushing you past pleasure into something raw and overwhelming. your head’s spinning, your voice hoarse from moaning, pleading—though you don’t even know what for anymore.

“matt, please, i can’t—” you whimper, your body trembling, overstimulated to the point of tears, but he just presses a sloppy kiss to your clit, sucking it hard again, and you’re done, a third orgasm crashing over you, your pussy pulsing, your legs kicking out, every muscle tensing then collapsing as you sob his name.

he keeps going, fingers slowing but still thrusting, tongue lapping at you softer now, drawing out every shudder, every twitch, until you’re a boneless mess, chest heaving, sweat slicking your skin.

“fuck, you’re so pretty when you fall apart,” he mutters, finally pulling his fingers out, slick and shiny, wiping them on your thigh as he sits back on his heels. his cock’s still hard, leaking, and he strokes it lazily, watching you with that smug, satisfied look. “m’so proud of you, takin’ all that.”

you’re wrecked, your limbs heavy, wrists raw from the ropes, pussy throbbing, wet and messy from his spit and your own cum. you can barely form words, just a weak, “matt…” as your head lolls, exhaustion claiming you.

he leans over, kissing your forehead, softer now, untying the ropes with slow, clumsy fingers. “you did so good f’me,” he says, voice low and lazy, pulling you into his chest, his sweat mixing with yours. “my little fucktoy.”

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[bernardsbendystraws]

Fresh Air

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: SMUT, p n v, unprotected sex, and more. Read at your own discretion.

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17: Blue

wc: 2600+

I didn’t know what I was doing. 

Matt’s hands are tapping on the steering wheel, trees passing by as we drive further into the forest. The worst part was, I didn’t feel anxious. Not in the slightest. I just felt a little heavy. 

Did Manon and him ever sleep together?

“Alright,” he huffs, his hand reaching to the volume and turning down the music, “What’s up? I can practically hear you thinking.” 

I sit up a little straighter, shaking my head as I let out a sigh. “It’s… it’s n-”

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, “Just talk to me.” 

I wanna ask, I’m just not sure if I wanna know. Every possibility of them being close made me feel uneasy, almost like I was on a boat, floating and too dazed to do anything but feel sick. I let my palms run on the tops of my thighs. “I - what even happened? Did you two….”

Matt laughs dryly. “You’re worrying for nothing. It…it wasn’t very long. We started talking like a month before I met you… we went out on maybe three dates, never kissed, none of that. Well, one time we hugged and it was awkward as fuck.” 

The corners of my lips tug into a smile. Manon was a very affectionate person, a hug being awkward from her was hysterical. 

“I’m serious,” he says, looking over at me for a quick second before returning his gaze to the road. “Even if I hadn’t met you, I still would’ve broken things off. I like Manon, but just as a friend.” 

Relief pools over my skin. I take a deep breath, savoring how full my lungs feel before sighing. “Really? Sometimes I debate being a lesbian for her,” I joke. 

Matt glares at me from the corner of his eye. He shakes his head in disbelief, turning the car to drive down a dirt path. “That’s not funny,” he says. 

I crinkle my nose as I lean onto his shoulder. “I’d be a lesbian for you if you were a woman,” I announce, pressing a kiss to his cheek before relaxing back into my chair. 

The slight blush covering his face makes my heart beam with pride. I watch as his knuckles turn paler, his hand grasping the wheel tighter. “Stop it,” he murmurs, twisting the ring on his thumb as the car slowly stops.”Let’s just… let’s just go inside.”

___

The cabin was breathtaking. After getting our stuff settled in one room, the sun was already starting to set. Matt sat on the wooden chair next to me on the balcony from the room. I couldn’t help but shift every once in a while, the creaky wood uncomfortable below me. 

“You good?” Matt asks. 

“This fuckin’ chair hurts, how is your boney ass fine?” I huff. 

“How’s my boney ass fine and your–nevermind,” he cuts himself off, his eyes going wide. 

My body freezes from shifting around. I find myself in shock until my eyes squint towards his blushing cheeks. “My what?” I taunt. Quickly shaking his head, Matt refuses to speak. “Have you been looking at my ass? What’re-”

“I’m gonna jump off this balcony if you keep going, oh my god,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

The air whistles, the orange glow more prominent as the sun sinks closer to the horizon. It’s so pretty. 

“Come over here.” 

Matt’s statement catches me off guard. I look over to see him patting his lap, his eyebrow cocked at me as he nudges his head downward. My heart hammers in my chest, my hands clutching onto the wood tighter as I suck in a breath. 

“What do you mean?” I question. 

Matt reaches over, grabbing my wrist gently. “I mean, come sit on my lap. You’ll actually get to enjoy the view instead of moving every five seconds,” he says. 

I hesitantly stand up, walking over to him. Being close isn’t something new, but right now it feels different. We’re alone. Miles away from any sort of interruptions. 

“Are you… are you su - oh,” I yelp, my hands balancing on his chest as he pulls me down into his lap. 

My eyes drift up to meet his, a certain reassurance glimmering in his eyes as he hugs me in closer, nudging his chin towards the view. “I’m sure, dollface. Now, look at the pretty view and stop thinkin’ so much.” 

I let my nails gently caress over his chest, admiring how his breath seems to waver for just a second. His hands cradling me in his lap seem to tug me even closer, his cheek squishing against the crown of my head as I look out to see the orange glow starting to fade. 

It’s so silent, yet so loud. Each wind callusing against my skin keeps me grounded to reality. The patter of his heart in his chest against my hand makes my mind go flat, all my attention surrounding him, surrounding us. 

And I love it. 

___

“Ready?” Matt asks, throwing a towel over his shoulder. I nod, following his footsteps out towards the hot tub in the back, the blue vibrance glistening on his bare skin as he stands in just his swim shorts. 

After watching the view, we still weren’t tired. Matt had suggested this almost immediately, going down and prepping everything while I changed into my swimsuit. I was slightly regretting the choice of swimwear. The air was fucking cold and the simple bikini and T-shirt didn’t do much to help. But then again, what swimsuit would?

“Come in before you freeze,” he laughs. 

Goosebumps are covering my skin. Matt sinks himself into the water, looking out towards the mountains. It’s a mouth-watering sight. His hair is already slightly damp, the silver chain around his neck shimmering in the moonlight. 

“How hot is it even?” I ask, peeling off the shirt and throwing it to the side with our towels. Water splashing from movement is barely audible over the bubbling jets, but a wave of silence after the question makes me look towards him, seeing him staring at me intensely. 

I bite back a smile as I watch his eyes go wide, his throat bobbing as he swallows thickly. “It’s um, it’s uh… sorry, what?” he says, shaking his head as he brings his eyes back to my face. 

The warm water is soothing as I dip my body in. I sit down, my hands hovering over the top bubbles as I snort with a muffled laugh. “First, you’re looking at my ass apparently-”

“Hey!” he exclaims, swatting me with water. His head looks down at the water, his voice quieter, “I’m sorry.” 

He genuinely sounds apologetic. I move closer to him, my shoulder bumping on his as I let my thighs swing over his lap. His hands almost immediately rest on my skin. “It’s okay… I kinda like it,” I whisper, my eyes twinkling up to his for just a second, my nails grazing over the wet skin of his chest. 

“I - really?” he asks, breathlessly as his chest starts to heave for more air. 

I nod slowly, staring directly into his eyes as the water reflects into them. Everything is just so… blue, so calming. 

It feels like a breath of fresh air, the purest I had ever tasted. 

Subconsciously, our bodies seem to lean into each other. As the tips of his nose bumps mine, I feel my lips part, greedy for more air as it seems to get thinner. 

“Can I k–”

“Kiss me already,” I interrupt. 

Matt’s hand curls around the back of my neck, his nose pressing into my cheek as he tilts his head to the side. 

His lips meet mine with passion, full of energy as he moves his mouth against mine. My stomach twirls with butterflies, traveling up into my chest as I stable myself with his shoulder. 

This feels good. The other kiss was also good, but this was different. This was passion, this was desperate. 

His hand floats back down to my thigh, groping the skin under the water as he leans even further into me. I let the water carry me towards him, straddling him as I plant myself down in his lap. 

“Oh shit,” he husks, breaking away from the kiss as I feel it, feel him. 

It’s instinct. I let my hips shift, grinding his hard length into my core. The layers blocking between us feel so thin, the subtle movement of him chasing his hips upwards making me grasp harder onto his shoulders. 

As our eyes meet, I see a hint of hesitation in his eyes. “What’s wrong? Do you not want this?” I ask, slightly lifting myself up. 

Matt’s hands hold my hips tightly, keeping me in place as I try to sit down next to him. “No, I just… I want you to be completely sure. I don’t want this to be a heat of the moment kind of thing,” he huffs, looking to the side. 

I grab his chin softly, redirecting his gaze back to me, “Matt,” he bites on his lip as he looks at me intently, “I am sure. I’m sure about all of it.” 

“What about Hayden? What about Manon? It’s… I just don’t want this to only be here, when we’re alone,” he mutters. 

My heart pounds with overbearing emotions, my hands clasping on either side of his face as I make him look directly into my eyes. 

“I… I wasn’t sure then, but I am now. Nothing’s ever felt so right - or effortless. Manon and you… I understand why everything happened the way it did. You make me feel secure, you always have, it hasn’t changed how I feel. And Hayden…” I sigh, rubbing my thumb over his beard stubble, “Hayden can go fuck himself.” 

Matt smiles proudly at my remark. “Atta girl,” he praises, his hands massaging my hips as I blush at the words of endearment. 

“I’m serious,” I announce, feeling the words with every part of my soul, “I don’t care about anything as long as I have you. No matter how much chaos it is, I just…” 

Matt leans forward, his lips placing gentle kisses on my collarbone. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.” My hands tangle in his hair as he starts to suck gently as the skin. I feel the slight vibration of his hum against me, his teeth slightly nibbling into me. “Fuck, you don’t know what you’re doin’ to me, sweetheart,” he purrs. 

Sweetheart. Fuck. 

My body reacts before I can process a single thing. My hands tighten in his hair, my hips rocking as I lower myself back onto his lap. I feel his hands squeeze on my hips, a slight laugh echoing through the air. 

“You really like that name, huh?” he tuts. 

As I go to respond, a sharp gasp pushes through my lips, the feeling of his hardness gliding up against my core making me run speechless. 

“C’mon, I wanna hear you say it,” he urges, his hands traveling up my sides, his palms resting over my ribcage as his thumbs swivel directly below my breasts. 

I want him to touch me. I want him to touch me so bad. My mind feels numb, every inch of my skin burning with desire as I tilt my head to give him more access. “I love it.” 

His tongue glides over the freshly made mark. “Oh, you love it, huh…” 

Fuck. The tone of his voice is driving me insane, each movement from his lips and hands making me nothing but a puddle of bliss. I feel like I’m melting, completely palpable to his touch, being worshipped by his adoration and the moonlight at the same time. 

“God,” I breathe, my hands scratching into his scalp as his lips find my sweet spot. Matt hums against my neck, sucking even harder as my thighs tense with pleasure. 

“What do you… what do you want, baby?” he asks, completely breathless as he lays sloppy kisses down my neck, “-what can I give you, hm?”

My mouth draws open as I feel the ache between my legs grow with intensity. “I… want you. All of you, I - please,” I whine. 

“Yeah?” he taunts, his hand traveling behind my back hesitantly fiddling with the straps of my bikini top, “-want me to fuck you under the stars?” 

Even his words make my body tense with twists of knots and pleasure. I nod quickly, shrugging off the straps of my bikini top as I let him slide it off my body. My nipples perk in the cold air, his hand caressing underneath my breast as he attaches his lips to the bud. 

His eyes peek up at me as he suctions his mouth on the sensitive skin. I bite on my lower lip, my heart dropping to the pit of my gut as I watch his tongue swirl around before sloppily licking over my chest. 

My hips grind down into his lap more desperately with each lap of his tongue. Matt groans against me, struggling to keep his attention on my chest as he lets himself move to meet my actions. 

“I don’t… don’t have a condom,” he pants. 

I reach downward, tugging at the hem of his shorts, “Don’t care. I need you, need you now. Let’s… worry later.” 

Matt seethes as I pull out his hard length. His fingers dig into either side of my waist as I gently rub along his tip with my thumb, guiding it over the bridge of my swim bottoms. “Please, fuck.” 

His whimper seems to make me even more desperate. I slide his tip under the fabric, not bothering to take the swimsuit off. 

Our breaths catch at the same time, our eyes meeting as I feel him bare against me. Matt’s hands on my hips gently push me down onto his length, the stretch making me arch into him as I let my head fall onto his shoulder.

“Mmmmm,” he moans, cradling the back of my head as he gently rocks his hips up, bottoming out inside of me. 

Every part of my body feels like lava, warm and palpable with pure euphoria. I start to grind myself onto him, shrieking as I feel him rut up into me. 

“Does - it - feel - fuckkkkkkk,” he gasps, “-tightening around me so fucking good, sweetheart. I - shit,” he seethes, his thrusts becoming rhythmic as I start to kiss along his neck. 

Cries of pleasure spill from my lips as I clutch onto him. The knot in the pit of my stomach grows with each languid thrust, the closeness of our bodies making me feel completely at peace. 

It’s more than physical. 

“Matt, I…” 

“Shhhh, shhh,” he soothes, placing a hand on the small of my back as he pushes me to arch even further into him, the new angle making my eyes roll back while my thighs tense. Matt keeps me in place, making the overbearing pleasure even more intense. “Just let it feel good. Let - let me make you feel good.” 

It’s more than good. My body starts to helplessly writhe, pinned in place as he makes me feel every single thing. 

“Gonna - I - Matt-” 

Matt holds me even closer, kissing my temple as he whispers, “You got it, c’mon, I - I’m right behind you, doll.” 

Waves of euphoria crash over me. My legs practically vibrate as I feel myself convulse around him, sparks of white clouding my vision as I feel his cum spill inside of me. 

“Fuck. You’re perfect,” he husks, his fingers hooking beneath my chin as he guides my head upwards, leaning his forehead against mine. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

[sagesturns]

Live Photo

Summary: Matt had never hated a live photo more, yet deep down, he knew he'd always love it to the core because it was something he could never fully let go of. Something he couldn’t erase, no matter how hard he tried.

Contains: angst

The party was loud. The bass of the music rumbled through Matt's chest, vibrating the couch he was slumped on. Lights flashed in chaotic patterns, streaks of red, blue, green, white—blinding him in every direction. The people around him seemed to disappear into the rhythm of the music, swaying and moving in sync, their voices rising and falling in a blur of laughter and shouts.

But he didn’t care.

Nick had vanished along with most of his friends out on the patio, and Chris was somewhere else with his own friends, gossiping about something which really did not concern Matt. The crowd was too much, too overwhelming, too loud. The air felt thick with sweat, the smell of cheap beer, and something else—something he couldn’t name. But it didn’t bother him. Not anymore.

He just released his body into the old sofa cushions, hugging the sleeves of his hoodie tighter as if it might save him from anything. He could still feel the vibration from the speakers under the floor, the pulse of the beat, but he wasn’t listening. He wasn’t there, not really.

It was all noise—just background to the silence inside his head.

He got his phone out of his pocket and idly scrolled around. Scrolling through social media, he briefly skimmed a couple of comments from his friends without engaging with any of their notifications, like annoying little electronic flies buzzing around his head. None of it interested him. The screen was just a way to distract himself from everything happening around him—and, more importantly, from everything happening inside of him.

He idly swiped the thumb over the app one by one until it reached the photo gallery.

It was instinct, a part of him that reached for the past without even thinking. He tapped it open.

At first, there were just random pictures—some blurry shots from parties, selfies with his brothers, a few candid moments with friends. But then, something stopped him.

A photo of you.

It was an old one. One from before everything had changed. A time when things felt… easier. The memory of it hit him in a way he wasn’t prepared for.

His chest tightened. He hadn't meant to stumble on it, hadn't meant to open it. But there it was. You were smiling—really smiling—in that picture. Your eyes were bright, like you were in on some private joke that only the two of you shared. Your laugh, captured in that moment, was so genuine, so alive. The strobe lights flashed in his peripheral vision, but they appeared out of reach, even unreal. The voices, the laughter, the wild beat of the party—all mellowed. He couldn’t even hear the music anymore. All sound was swallowed up by the vision of your smile, your face, the picture of pure joy, and it was almost impossible to take in.

He hadn’t realized how much he missed you—how much he’d been avoiding that feeling. He fixated on the photo, as if he was being choked by the lack of something he didn't know how to restore.

For a brief second it got stuck in a pause, his thumb touching the screen, hesitant. He wasn't willing to revisit that portion of his life. Not now. But the longer he stared at your face, the harder it was to look away. And when he swiped along the screen he, spontaneously, tapped on the photo.

And then it happened.

The photo blinked. The screen flickered. And the sound came back—your laugh. It wasn’t loud at first, just a soft giggle, like a memory drifting through the air. But then it grew. Clearer. Louder. Real.

It was as if he could also hear it, even now, even with the music at such great volume, your laugh felt like the loudest melancholy in the world. Just then, the world around him started to blur.

His breath caught in his throat. It was like hearing a ghost—like you were suddenly right there with him. It was a joke he hadn’t heard in ages and yet it seemed such a fresh, real, experience, as though to experience the heat of it.

The sound of it did something to his heart. Something sharp. Something heavy. His breath became caught, and he felt himself to be somberly holding his breath.

He looked back over the photo, experiencing the burn in his throat. The image was alive. You were so alive in it, your smile stretching wide, your eyes full of happiness, your face glowing with something so pure, so real. It was a snapshot in time, an almost forgotten memory.

And then, the sound of your laugh… it hit him like a wave.

It wasn’t just the sound of you laughing anymore. It was a force, almost overwhelming. The music from the party seemed to fade out completely, as if it couldn’t compete with it. The laughter filled the entire space around him, even though no one else could hear it. It was the loudest object in the world, as a sound effect of something so beautiful this was almost unbearable to recall.

He shut his eyes for a moment, and did his best to resist a feeling of lump in the pit of his stomach.

The laugh was so familiar, yet so foreign now. It felt like he’d forgotten how much it meant to hear it. Forgotten how it used to make his heart race, how it made everything feel lighter, simpler. Like everything was okay. Like you were okay.

The more he listened, the more his heart twisted.In that moment, everything he’d been avoiding—the regret, the guilt, the silence that had come after—suddenly rushed back to him. It was all so clear.

He missed you. More than he was ready to admit. More than he was willing to let himself feel.

The picture was still on his phone. The smile, the joy, the love that seemed to radiate from it. He almost didn’t want to look at it anymore. It was too much, too painful to see something so perfect, something so real, that was lost now. That was gone.

He sat for ages, thumb poised over the glass, the sound of laughter still ringing in his head, and the world kept going, ticking to a beat. But to him, it was all a blur.And as the sound of your laughter faded away, he knew he would never forget it. Never forget how it made him feel.

He just didn’t know how to get it back.

Word count: 1k

a/n: first matt angst. hope yall like ittt! tysmm for all the love on my recent fics, cant be more grateful, love you all <3

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santa's sister in law ~ bernard the elf;the santa clause

word count: 4292

request?: no

description: in which he is adamantly against the in laws coming to the north pole, until he meets santa's sister in law

pairing: bernard the elf x female!human!reader

warnings: christmas fluff, sylvia sucking a little bit but that's just canon

masterlist (one, two, three)

Merry Christmas everyone! 🎄

a special christmas gift for @omeletdreamer 😌

Bernard was firmly against Carol's family coming to the North Pole. He liked Carol, don't get him wrong. She was a fantastic Mrs. Claus, and he loved her idea to start an elf school at the Pole. He understood that it was hard to adjust to life at the Pole, especially while she was pregnant. But bringing outsiders there was a big no-no. They were already pushing things by letting Laura, Neil, and Lucy in on the secret of Santa.

But all of his protests fell on deaf ears. Santa wanted Carol to have her family while he was going to be busy, and the other elves just wanted Carol to be happy. It was a thousand against one. So, Santa got into his sleigh and flew to get Carol's parents while the elves fixed up the Pole to look like Canada.

"This is never going to work," Bernard said to Curtis. "There's no way they're going to think this is Canada. Even if they believe these ridiculous store signs, they'll never believe Canada is inhabited by a bunch of children."

"Can you not be so negative for once?" Curtis asked. "It'll be fine."

"We are seriously pushing it with how many people know about the Pole and Santa. You can't blame me for being stressed out over it."

"Everything will be fine, Bernard. We have a plan. We got this."

Bernard huffed a sigh and walked away. He was tired of being brushed off like this. He didn't become head elf for nothing. He knew what he was doing. If only someone would just listen to him.

As he was walking away, he heard something in the distance. He looked up to see Santa's sleigh breaching through the entrance to the Pole. He couldn't see them yet, but he imagined Carol's parents in there, asleep from Sandman's magic, expecting to wake up in "Canada". He cringed to himself. There's really no going back now.

"I need a hot cocoa," he muttered to himself.

The kitchen elves were busy baking away when Bernard walked in. Carol had told them her mom's favorite cookies so they were hard at work making a batch to welcome Mrs. Newman. They were wearing comically large chef's hats pulled down to cover their pointy ears, which made Bernard glad his hair was long enough to do that naturally.

"Hi Bernard," Abby said, giving him a bright smile upon noticing him. "Want a hot cocoa?"

"I'd love one, Abby," he responded, sitting down at one of the tables.

She rushed off to make it for him. He picked up a cookie from a plate in the middle of the table to eat while waiting. Abby returned with his hot cocoa. He blew on it, disturbing the steady steam coming from the drink. He hoped that escaping to the kitchen would give him some time to prepare for Carol's parents.

He was taking his first sip of his hot cocoa when the kitchen doors opened again and in walked Santa, Mrs. Claus and her family in tow. Bernard nearly choked on his drink.

"And here's our kitchen," Santa was saying. "Oh, and Bernard's here too! Bernard is my, uh, he's my...assistant."

Bernard tried not to roll his eyes at the title.

He reluctantly stood and plastered a smile on his face. "Hi, nice to meet you...eh."

Carol's dad shook his hand while her mom pulled him in for an embrace. Bernard wasn't prepared for a third person to approach; a young woman with a smile so beautiful it left him speechless.

"This is my sister," Carol said. "We didn't know she was coming too."

"I'm (Y/N)," the woman said. "Mom and dad mentioned they were coming for a visit, so I asked Scott if it was alright for me to tag along."

"Of course it would be alright!" Sylvia cut in. "Scott's already had Carol from us for so long, he'd never say no to bringing Carol's loving sister with us to finally see her again."

Sylvia had a smile on her face but there was venom in her words. (Y/N) cringed and tried to ignore her mother's comment. "It's really lovely here so far. I'm glad I could come."

Bernard was still tongue tied. He kept opening and closing his mouth like an idiot trying to figure out something to say. (Y/N) was watching him, waiting, while Scott and Carol shared an amused look.

"Let's show you the rest of the place," Carol said, putting an arm around her sister. "We'll meet up with Bernard again later."

(Y/N) smiled and waved goodbye as the group left the kitchen. Once they were gone, Bernard felt like he was freed from a spell. He let out a long breath and slumped back down to the table. His hot cocoa had cooled down enough that he finished the rst of it in two gulps.

~~~~~~

Bernard was up late that night doing his rounds of the workshop. All the other elves had left for the night, but Bernard was often the last one up making sure everything was shut down and nothing was left out of place. With the in laws visiting, he was also making sure the workshop was locked up so no one would accidentally wander in and discover everything.

He was preparing to leave when he noticed the door to the kitchen was slightly ajar. He was sure all the baker elves had left for the night, but maybe someone had stayed behind. He poked his head into the room and almost gasped aloud when he saw it was (Y/N) who was leaning against the counter, a mug of hot cocoa in her hands. She was in her pajamas, clearly preparing for bed. Bernard was about to back away and leave her be, until she looked up form her mug and caught him. She smiled and waved to him.

"Good evening, Bernard," she said.

There was no escaping now. He stepped into the kitchen and cleared his throat, trying not to seem as weird as he had earlier. He discretely made sure his ears were tucked away under his hair.

"Hi," he said. Simple, easy. You can't mess up a "hi".

"What are you doing up so late?" she asked.

"I could ask you the same thing."

She giggled. "Touché. I was having trouble sleeping so I decided to come out for a hot cocoa. That nice baker, Abby I think? She offered to make me one before she left. I was told she makes the best hot cocoa in all of the town."

"Oh, she does. She's the one you go to when you want a good hot drink made."

"She works magic, I'm sure."

Bernard tried not to let his smile falter. "You have no idea."

A silence fell over them. (Y/N) softy blew on her hot cocoa before taking a sip from it. A small trail of foam stuck to her upper lip as she pulled her mug away. Bernard couldn't stop himself from chuckling.

"What?" she asked.

"You just...you have something..." He gestured to his top lip.

She ran a thumb along her top lip, only smearing the foam more.

"Here, let me." Bernard reached up and wiped the foam off with his own thumb. He was suddenly very aware of their closeness when he looked into her eyes. Any words he could ever say were stuck in his throat yet again and he could only imagine how insane he looked, staring at her with wide eyes.

"Thank you," she said. "And thank you for having us here, too. I know it's a busy time of year for you guys. We don't mean to impose."

It took Bernard a moment to remember the story they had been telling Carol's parents: that Scott was a toy maker in Canada and that's why he would be so busy this time of year and needed someone to be there with Carol while she was pregnant.

"It's not imposition," Bernard assured her. "If anything, I think it's going to make Sa - Scott feel better to have you guys here for Carol while he's working."

(Y/N) nodded. "It's very nice of him to have us here considering how my parents tend to treat him."

Bernard thought back to the comment Sylvia had made earlier. The strained relationship between Scott and his in-laws wasn't anything new to him. Scott had mentioned it a few times before, most recently when he was voicing his concerns about bringing Bud and Sylvia to the Pole with Bernard in private. It was evident that both Newman sisters also noticed how their parents treated Scott, and it seemed neither of them were too happy with it.

"I understand why mom and dad get upset," (Y/N) continued. "One minute Carol was a proud principal at the local middle school, and then the next thing we know she's writing us to tell us she got married to a guy we've never even heard of and moved off to Canada to be with him. I mean, even I was skeptical then. But when she'd write to me about Scott and about being here, it was clear that she was so happy and she found the man of her dreams. Who are we to judge the quickness that they got married? As long as she's safe and happy, which she clearly is. But mom and dad don't see it that way. Dad is still convinced that Scott is a cult leader who stole Carol away or something."

(Y/N) paused and looked at Bernard. He had been listening as she spoke, just nodding along and not saying a word. She chuckled a little and shook her head. "Sorry, I'm rambling on about my family drama."

"No! It's-it's fine. Trust me, I've heard similar stuff from Sa - Scott."

She gave him a look. "You keep stuttering on Scott's name."

"Yeah."

He couldn't think of a better explanation besides that. He felt an unfamiliar burning sensation in his cheeks. He wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or just from being so close to her that made him feel that way. She giggled, though; a sound more beautiful than any of the twinkling bells that were often heard around the Pole.

"I'm just glad to be here," she said. "And I'm glad mom and dad can be here for when the baby is born. Maybe that will help them be a little less harsh on Scott."

She finished what was left in her mug and looked around the oversized kitchen. When Bernard realized she was probably trying to figure out where to put the dirty mug, he said, "Oh, I can take care of that for you."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. You're our guest, and I can handle this."

She smiled and passed him the mug. "Well, thanks for talking to me, Bernard. I guess I should try to sleep again."

"Goodnight, (Y/N)."

"Goodnight, Bernard." She started towards the door, but then paused to turn back to him. "I hope you're not too busy tomorrow. I'd like to spend more time with you."

His face was on fire as she left.

~~~~~~

For the first time in his thousands of years as the head elf, Bernard wasn't concerned with his head elf duties. Of course he was still there if Santa needed him, but he decided not to spend the entire day in the factory and to seek out (Y/N) to spend time with her. She was delighted to see him and was more than happy to accept his offer to show her around "Canada" for the day.

This became a regular occurrence for a few days. Bernard would make sure to check in often to see if he was needed, but if he wasn't he was with (Y/N). He would feel bad about taking her away from her time with her family, but it seemed her parents were more concerned with fussing over Carol than they were about all four of them spending time together. And (Y/N) also assured Bernard that she was making time for Carol and her family as well as spending time with him.

Bernard was more than well aware he was falling in love with (Y/N), and he was also more than well aware of how bad that was. Elves falling in love was nothing new; he had officiated quite a few elf weddings in his time. But falling in love with a human was out of the question. Elves were immortal, humans were not. Scott and Carol were different - upon becoming Santa and Mrs. Claus, their aging processes had slowed down considerably. They weren't completely immortal, but they weren't aging as fast as normal humans did. But that wasn't possible for a human that an elf fell in love with. Even if (Y/N) felt the same way towards Bernard, she would still continue to age while he would stay the same for the rest of time.

But he couldn't stop himself. He was falling fast and hard. Carol's due date was creeping closer, and once it came it would only be a matter of time before the Newman family would have to go back home, meaning that (Y/N) would leave and likely would not come back. That thought hurt Bernard.

Bernard was approaching where (Y/N) was staying one day when she slipped out of the house instead. He was surprised; she had never left before he had gotten there before.

As he got closer he realized that her face was tearstained.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

(Y/N) jumped and turned to look at him. "Oh, Bernard. Sorry, I didn't see you coming. Nothing's wrong."

He was about to point out that she was very obviously upset over something when the door opened again and Sylvia slipped out. She looked like she was about to say something, but she noticed Bernard and gave him a tight smile, one that he had come to learn was very much her fake smile.

"Hello, Bernard," she said. "I was just having a conversation with my daughter. We were talking about spending the day with Carol. We haven't had an all girls day since we arrived. So, unfortunately, I don't think she'll be able to spend time with you today."

"No mom," (Y/N) said. "I said I would join you later for girls time. Besides, you know Carol has an appointment with the doctor. She won't be ready till later."

Her mother was smiling but her eyes were glaring daggers into the younger Newman girl. (Y/N) held the glare before turning to Bernard and taking hold of his arm. She didn't say anything as she dragged him away. He followed anyways, wanting to get as far away from Sylvia as he could.

"God, I don't understand what is wrong with her," (Y/N) said, letting go of Bernard long enough to wipe the tears from her eyes. "I swear she just doesn't want Carol and I to be happy."

"What was she saying?" Bernard asked.

"Oh, she was going off about the fact that I spend so much time with you. Had her usual rant about Scott taking her precious daughter away from her and dad, and then said she'll be damned if she lets it happen with me too. Basically tried to guilt me into not spending time with you today by saying that Carol was upset that she didn't get to see me much, which I know isn't true because just the other day Carol was saying how happy she was that you and I were getting along."

She shook her head. "I'm so sick of it. It's like she can't wrap her head around the fact that maybe, just maybe, life is so busy here that Carol doesn't always have time to visit. It has nothing to do with Scott being manipulative or a cult leader or whatever conspiracy her and dad have cooked up on a certain day."

Bernard listened in silence. He felt bad that (Y/N) had to have these issues with her mother. Carol was hearing it all now, but he was sure (Y/N) heard much more of it when she was back home with her parents.

None of the Newmans could ever understand the way things were with Carol and Scott. They could never know why things were like this, but they likely wouldn't understand even if they knew.

Unless...

It was an idea that shocked even Bernard that he had it. Head elf of the North Pole, Santa's righthand man himself, considering such a thing? After being so against Carol's family coming to the Pole? It was preposterous. But his brain was so clouded by love for (Y/N) that he wasn't thinking proper.

"Come with me," he said. He didn't wait for an answer, just took hold of her hand and pulled her towards the workshop.

His heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in hips pointed ears. He had to remind himself there was no going back. This was going to be huge, and it could likely get him into a world of trouble.

He opened the doors to the workshop and (Y/N) stepped in. She looked around in awe at the working elves, most of which were not hiding their ears as the workshop was supposed to be off limits to the Newmans. None of them seemed to notice the two of them enter, and if they did, nothing was said.

Bernard watched (Y/N), nervously waiting for her reaction.

"Is this...what I think it is?" she asked him. "No, it can't be. I must be dreaming. I fell and hit my head and now I'm in a coma having a very vivid dream that all of these small people who are supposed to be Canadians have pointed ears like they're elves."

When she looked over at him, Bernard had taken off his hat and allowed his ears to peak out from under his hair.

"I've lost it," she decided.

"You haven't," he assured her. "All of this is real. It's why Carol hasn't been able to visit as much, or why you couldn't visit until now. Look, there's so much to know about all of this. So much that I want to tell you but technically I can't because there are strict rules about humans knowing about the North Pole."

(Y/N) had another quick moment of shock that she was able to very quickly recover from. "Rules that you're currently breaking by showing me...Santa's workshop. By admitting that you're an elf, these are all elves...oh my God, my sister is Mrs. Claus."

"It is all very complicated," he said. "But you deserve to know that Carol is truly happy here. She's not being held against her will, Santa isn't manipulative or holding her captive. He loves her so much that he risked you and your parents finding out about him - about us - so that all of you could be here for her while she's pregnant."

(Y/N) still seemed to be stunned. She looked around the bustling factory again, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Wait," she said. "But...if you all went through so much to make us think this was Canada, to keep who Scott is a secret...then why are you telling me now?"

Because I love you. Because I want you to stay. Because I want to be with you more than anything, even though I know that will never happen.

"Because I want you to know the truth," he replied. "About all of this. About...about me."

She was looking at him. He didn't know what else to say, so he just looked back. He waited for an answer. He willed her to say something, anything.

She didn't say anything, though. Instead, she leaned forward and kissed Bernard. It was quick, almost hesitant, and when she pulled away she looked embarrassed.

"Sorry," she said. "I...should I have done that? I should've asked first. Was it okay that I did that?"

He smiled. "It was more than okay."

"Okay. I'm...I'm going to do it again, if that's still okay."

Bernard chuckled and moved in to kiss (Y/N) first. He had only ever kissed one person before - when he was young one of the other elves had gave him a quick peck on the lips and ran away afterwards. Not exactly something glamorous or anything like that. So he was a little worried about whether or not he was a good kisser. Although, something felt so natural about kissing (Y/N), like he could never do it wrong even if he tried.

He paused when he realized a slight hush had fallen over the workshop. He and (Y/N) pulled away to see that all the working elves had stopped what they were doing to look at the two of them.

"Back to work!" Bernard commanded. They all quickly fell back into what they had been doing before. "Bunch of gossips, all of them. Everyone in town will know about this by nightfall."

"I don't blame them. I'd assume it's not every day that they see an elf kissing a human."

He chuckled. "No, I guess not."

They decided to step out of the workshop to talk more in private. (Y/N) looped her arm through Bernard's as they walked, a gesture that suddenly felt much more intimate than it had before.

"I guess it goes without saying that I can't tell anyone about this," she said. "Not even my parents."

"No. Which I know is a big ask, but we can't have the secret of Santa going around," Bernard explained.

"Not like anyone would believe me. They'd think I was crazy if I went home talking about how my brother in law is Santa and how I started crushing on one of his elves. They'd sent me to an institute for sure."

Bernard smiled at her word choice. So she had liked him this whole time, too. Had it been obvious? Or had she been trying to contain it just as much as he did?

"How...would things work...for us then?" she asked.

It was the question he was dreading. The one he continued to ask himself despite knowing the answer to: it wouldn't. He couldn't let (Y/N) hold on to him when she left the Pole. She'd likely never see him again, which was for the best.

Seeing the look on his face, (Y/N) stopped. "No, do not tell me it's not going to work."

"It can't work, (Y/N). There's too much complications between a human and an elf being romantically linked. It's never happened before, and for good reason."

"There's a first for everything."

He shook his head. "No, there can't be a first for this. I can't let you throw away any other romantic opportunities you have for me. We may never see each other after this visit."

"My sister is married to Santa. There's no way I'm not coming back after this. And besides, long distance relationships are a thing."

"This one would be...very long distance."

She slid her arm from his and took his hand in hers. "I'm willing to try. I like you too much to give up without a fight."

Every rational part of his brain was screaming for him to stop. He could not let things go further. It was better for her if they ended everything after that first kiss and went hteir separate ways.

But the less rational part of his brain was louder than the rest, telling him not to give up this chance at happiness outside of work. He deserved to love and to be loved, just like anyone else in the world. If it worked for Scott, it had to work for him too, right?

He sighed and squeezed her hands. "It won't be easy."

"I don't expect it to be."

"You won't be able to be here a lot unless you're willing to give up everything the way Carol did."

"That's fine, we can make that work."

"And if you do end up coming here permanently, you can't tell anyone who I really am, or who Scott and Carol really are. You'll have to lie to everyone in your life. Is that something you can be okay with?"

(Y/N) stepped closer to him so that their noses were nearly touching. "I'm already lying about Scott and Carol. What's one more lie about the man I love?"

Love.

It was enough for him to abandon all hope at resisting her. He closed the space between them, kissing her again so passionately that it made her head spin. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself, while he wrapped his arms around her waist.

He could've kissed her forever. He could've stood there, wrapped around her and her wrapped around him, the cold nipping at them but barely bothering them, forever. He wanted to take this moment and freeze it, to never have to go back to his busy life as Santa's right hand elf ever again.

But she pulled away first, resting her forehead against his.

"I did promise my mom a girl's day," she said with a sigh. "And I think if I blow her off for this, she'll probably actually kill me."

"I guess I'll have to let you go then."

But he didn't, and she didn't let go of him. They laughed and kissed again.

It would be another several minutes before he would finally (and reluctantly) let her go.

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hi hi <3 this is just a lil dad!matt drabble bc he's so cutie patootie ughhhh ✧₊⁺

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა dad!matt x mom!reader ୭ 🩰 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you look at yourself as you stand in front of the mirror, contemplating whether or not the white dress you were wearing would be suitable for an outing with matt and your daughter blaire.

"mm.. 's okay, i guess," you mutter to yourself, pretty much. matt sat across from you on the other side of the room, with blaire sat in his lap as he watched her in adoration. "what'd you say, baby?" he asks, suddenly looking up at you through his pretty blue eyes, eyebrows slightly raised.

"oh, i was jus' wondering if this dress is okay," you say, doing a little twirl to show it to matt. "you look so cute, mama bear," matt grins shyly at you. you could see the faintest shade of pink in his cheeks.

"thank you," you giggle, flattered. you finish fixing your dress from the front, but you clearly struggle with zipping it from the back. matt noticed, though, and gently placing blaire on the bed, he makes his way over to you.

"i'll do it for you, baby," matt says, placing one hand around your waist and the using the other to hold onto the zip as he pulled it up carefully. "'s done," he says once he's finished.

"thank you, matty," you say softly. matt plants a kiss on your neck before returning his attention to blaire, who sat with one of her toys in her hand, giggling as she examined it closely. it was a fuzzy sheep, with rounded pink ears and blue eyes.

"you like snowy, sweetheart?" matt said softly, sitting down next to your daughter. "snowy makes you happy?" blaire nodded, overcome by the most adorable fit of giggles. matt looked up at you now, saying, "babe, look! our baby's so fuckin' cute!" the happiest smile played on your boyfriend's lips. seeing matt so happy made your heart melt, so much that you didn't even care to tell him off for swearing in front of the baby.

"you're mommy and daddy's pretty little baby, hm?" matt cooed, softly pulling blaire back into his lap. "you're so fuckin' precious, you know that?"

"matty, cut down on the swearing, love," you finally say playfully, hooking your necklace from the back and slipping into your shoes. matt ran a hand through his hair. "sorry, angel, i keep forgetting."

"it's okay, baby, jus' remindin' you," you giggle, padding over to give matt a kiss. he stands up from the bed, blaire carefully tucked under one arm, the other he wraps around you. one of your hands is placed over matt's chest and you interlock the other with blaire's. you press a soft, swift kiss to his lips, and then you and matt, blaire in his arms, make your way outside, to have a little day out, as a family.

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I know we get a lot of Catlad!Jason or Stray!Tim au’s, but just this once can we get a Stray!Bernard au? A Bernard who was caught trying to steal something big in a spiteful teenage phase of rebellion and getting caught by Catwoman of all people, who immediately snatches him and makes him her apprentice- because if the bat can have protégés so can she. And a just freshly made Robin Tim having to chase around that annoying cat who happens to be his civilian best friend (not that either of them realize it) And just - Bernard is just a silly cat having his bat chase him around rooftops in an excruciating slow burn romance that takes both miscommunication and civilian life drama to make it to endgame.

[littlepikmins]

Bernard Dowd sneaking into a Nightwing comic, as he should

[owensbabygirl]

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊..."

in which...you're studying for your test but matt is needy...

warnings: fluff, pet names, heavyy making out, kissing, dry humping if you squint, this is my first time writing so it's lowk ass but try to get the vibe, tell me if there's more!!

- english is not my first language -

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

the scene if front of your eyes wasn't unfamiliar to you. you set on the floor of your living room with your back leaning on the couch, seeing papers and pens thrown all over the table, all your books and notebook in one side and the dirty coffee cups you drank all night on the other.

it was the tests period. where all the teachers wanted to get rid of otiose work so they all dropped tests dates and who couldn't cope with the stress...failed. tests period.

the keyboard kept letting out tapping noises as you kept writing everything you needed to remember for your text a week from now, yeah a week is a long time but you prefer being safe then learning in a rush. it was 4am now, you were about a page before you're done, finally, you thought to yourself. until you heard his keys shuffle. little did you knew your boyfriend had other plans...

matt walked in your apartment, probably back from filming late at night, seeing you in the same state you were in for days. "hey there pretty" he said as he walked in to the kitchen, taking an apple juice can out the fridge before throwing himself on the couch near you.

"hey" you muttred quietly, too focused in your work. matt groned and set the can on your work paper which made you snap back to reality.

he lowred himself to sit on the floor next to you "you know, there's something out your little bubble called world, you should see it sometimes" he said, and you giggled at his sarcastic comment. "sorry matt...i need to study, i told you" it was foreseeable from him to grown in annoyance, you could understand, he wanted to spend time with you, he missed his girlfriend, who was now a reading machine.

"cmon you can't just sit here and do all this work for so long-" he scooted closer to you, hugging your waist as he buried his face in your neck. "-you can take a break..."

"matt not now" you said and moved his hands off you, you needed to finish this paper work, there's nothing in the world that can stop you from doing it...except matt.

"c'mon baby" he wrapped his hands around you again and tagged you closer to him, leaving soft, feather-light kisses on your shoulder-neck junction. "matt-" you brought your hand to his hair trying to pull him away "matt stop it i need to...god" it was a hopeless try when the sweet, innocent kisses turned to little bites..and then those soft lips of his moved higher to the crook of your neck, then a bit beneath your earlobe. fucking tease.

he sneaked one hand to close your computer and move the papers aside, taking your glasses off but never breaking contact from your skin, he couldn't, the sweet taste of you and your scent was addicting.

you turned your head to his side, your faces so close that your lips brushed his. matt's eyelids fluttered, his body shuddering slightly from the feeling of your lips brushing over his. His hands on your waist tightened their grip, his fingers digging into the skin of yours as he pulled your body even further against his and trailed his hands down from your waist to your hips. He tried to speak for a moment, but all that he managed to say was one simple word, his voice sounding lustful and desperate.

"fuck..."

he didn't say anything else, his mind too focused on the feeling of your body against his and the feeling of your lips brushing over his mouth. his hands on your hips tightened their grip even further, and before you could say anything else, his lips were suddenly crashing into yours. His hands pulled your hips against his body, almost roughly, as he kissed you deeply and passionately, his tongue tracing over your lips, seeking entrance into your mouth.

you smiled softly into the kiss as he deepened the passionate exchange. your hand slid upward to tangle in his brown locks, drawing him closer to you—closer than he could possibly be. yet, you resisted the urge to completely surrender to the desire and craving, striving to maintain control and not unravel entirely. but it’s so incredibly tempting to simply yield right now…

he groaned into the kiss, the feeling of your hand in his hair and the pull on his locks sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. lifting you a bit to set you on his lap, but you shifted position again to straddle his hips. his body pressed even closer to yours, his chest pressed firmly against yours. he could feel the heat between you rising with each passing moment, his body growing hotter and more desperate for you. His hands on your hips started to wander, slowly making their way down from your hips to your thighs, his fingers tracing a path on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a quiet moan. you panted heavily, beraly able to speak from the eagerness, you knew how kissing matt felt, amazing as always, but you had no idea you'd be longing so much for his touch. all these days not being able to focus on anything, like something was missing, but he was actually alwyes there.

he groaned again, his hands now on your thighs, his fingers tracing lazy circles on the sensitive skin. He could feel his mind starting to grow hazy with desire and lust. the sound of your voice, silently whining his name, almost alone was enough to make his head spin.

"fuck i missed this, baby."

you parted your lips farther and pulled his face closer if that was even possible. your thumbs caressing his cheeks as matt's tongue darted into your mouth as you opened your mouth further for him, his tongue immediately going to explore the inside of your mouth. He could feel his mind growing fuzzy with desire and need for you. His hands on your thighs started to move again, moving even further down until they were now gently gripping the backs of your thighs, encouraging you to cling closer to him.

you was about to deepen the kiss but then you heard a phone ringing, matt's phone. but he never stopped, he couldn't care less about the phone, he needed more.

"youre not gonna answer?"

he heard the phone ringing, but he ignored it and continued to kiss you. he couldn't care less about the phone right now, all he could think about at the moment was the taste of your lips and the feeling of your body against his.

"they can wait. I'm busy right now."

"okey sweetheart" you giggled at his overjoyition and eagerness. "god, I need you."

your hands on his hair tightened their grip as he told you that, the sound of those words alone making your heart race and your head spin with desire. you continued to kiss him deeply and roll your hios on his growing, your tongue exploring the inside of his mouth, completely lost in the moment and completely lost in him.

he groaned into the kiss, your hands gripping his hair and pulling on it, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. his body was on fire, the feel of your tongue in his mouth almost driving him mad with need for you. his hands gripping your thighs even more firmly as he pulled your body closer to him, his hips slightly rolling against yours in an attempt to seek some kind of relief for the growing need and desire for you. your little whines and sloppy noises not helping with it.

his hips continued to roll against yours, the pressure between growing more and more intense with each passing moment. His kisses grew more desperate and needy, his hands on your thighs now gripping at the skin, his fingers digging into it as he held you tighter against him, his body pressed firmly against yours.

"god...I need you so bad...I want you so badly, baby..."

a-n: thanks for reading, hope you liked it♡♡♡ tell me of you want a p.t2 [it'll probably be smut].

[ghsface]

I knew it, i know you - Matt Sturniolo

Sumary: You return to a place in the past, where memories and guilt haunt you as you find your ex, facing what you could never let go of.

Warnings: angst, break up, insecurities (on the part of the protagonist) guilt, no happy ending, I think that's all.

A/n: Merry Christmas super late, I've been really inactive so sorry about that but I'm back now yayy, I wrote a second part of this fic if you can call it that idk, I wasn't sure about posting this version because I wrote a happy ending in the other version, I'll probably post both as an alternate ending so enjoy this and happy holidays!!!<3

𝜗𝜚 Part one , alternative ending

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The cold night wind hit you as you left the restaurant, sending a chill down your spine that had nothing to do with the weather. You walked down the cobblestone streets of the city that was once your refuge, your home, but now felt alien. With every step you took, you could hear the echo of your own thoughts, and the words you never said to Matt repeated in your mind like a mantra of regret.

You had decided to leave him, decided that it was best for both of you to be apart, but that decision hadn't brought the peace you'd hoped for. All it had accomplished was filling your life with awkward silences, lonely nights, and memories that seemed to torment you more with each passing day.

The night was calm, but your emotions were a whirlwind. Every corner you turned reminded you of a moment with him. There was the cafe where he knelt in the snow to tie his shoe while you laughed nonstop. There was the park where you shared your first kiss, when Matt had taken you by surprise and made you feel like the whole world had stopped for an instant.

The city lights flickered above you, and cars whizzed by, but all you could feel was the weight of his gaze on the restaurant, the way his eyes had pierced you, as if they could see every single regret you carried in your chest.

When you finally stopped, you were facing the river. The water reflected the city lights, creating a colorful spectacle you couldn’t enjoy. You just stared at your reflection, searching for answers in a version of yourself you no longer recognized.

“Why?” you wondered out loud, even though you knew there would be no answer. The reason had always been the same: fear. Fear of being happy, fear of not being enough, fear of Matt realizing he loved you more than you could love yourself.

You didn't know how long you were there, lost in your thoughts, until you heard a familiar voice behind you.

"I didn't think I'd find you here."

You turned around, and there he was. Matt. With his hands in his pockets, his hair ruffled by the wind, and that look that had always left you speechless.

"Matt..." you murmured, as if his name were a confession.

He took a step towards you, but kept his distance, as if he was afraid that getting closer might break what little remained between you.

"Why did you leave so quickly?" he asked, his voice calm but full of that intensity he'd always had.

You wanted to answer, but the words stuck in your throat. How to explain something that you yourself couldn't understand?

"I didn't want to interrupt..." you started, but he shook his head before you could finish.

"Don't lie. We're not at that point anymore, right?"

His honesty hit you like a bucket of cold water. He had always had that ability to see right through you, to decipher the emotions you didn't even know you felt.

“I didn’t want to make this harder for you,” you finally admitted, shifting your gaze back to the river.

“Make what harder?” he asked, taking a step closer. “See you? Talk to you? Because, believe me, nothing can be harder than the last few months without you.”

His confession made the air feel heavier. You looked up at him, and his eyes were filled with pain, but also something else: hope.

“Matt, I…” You tried to speak, but he cut you off.

“No, let me speak this time.” His voice shook slightly, but there was a firmness to it that you couldn’t ignore. “I don’t know what happened, I don’t know why you walked away, but I know that I haven’t stopped loving you for a second.”

The words hit you with a force you didn’t expect. Tears filled your eyes, and for a moment, all you wanted was to run to him and tell him you were sorry, that you loved him, that you never stopped.

But the fear was still there, like a shadow you couldn’t shake.

“Matt, I can’t…” you murmured, and you watched as the glimmer of hope in his eyes slowly faded.

He nodded, taking a step back, as if he understood there was nothing more to say.

“It’s okay.” His voice was soft, but the sadness was evident. “I just wanted you to know.”

And with those words, he turned and began to walk, leaving you alone once again, with the sound of the river and the echo of what could have been.

You watched him walk away, and a part of you wanted to run after him, to scream his name and ask for another chance. But your feet remained planted on the ground, unable to move.

When you finally turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, you felt like you were carrying with you not only the weight of your own regrets, but also that of his love, a love you never knew how to accept, but one you would always carry with you.

And as you walked away, the city seemed darker, emptier, as if it knew that, this time, there would be no turning back.

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[eclipsturns]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ NOW YOU'RE WATCHING ... ㅤsub!matt's gift giving kink.

matt’s got this thing: he loves spoiling you, dropping cash on gifts that get his dick hard just thinking about; not flowers or sweet shit, nah, he’s all about stuff he can watch you wear while he’s balls-deep, stuff he can rip off mid-thrust, or toys that make the fucking messier, louder, better.

you’ve caught him a million times scrolling sites on his phone, sprawled on the couch in his plaid pajama pants, hair a floppy mess, muttering, “fuck, y’d look s’good in this,” as he adds lacy thongs, silk ties, or some buzzing gadget to the cart. It’s his kink—seeing you decked out in his presents, knowing he picked it, paid for it, and gets to ruin it.

today’s no different.

you’re chilling in his room, the air thick with that stale boy smell—sweat, cologne, and whatever takeout he forgot under the bed. he’s slouched against the headboard, bare-chested, pajama pants low enough to show the faint happy trail dipping under the waistband, scrolling tiktok with one hand, the other lazily scratching his stomach.

the doorbell buzzes, and his head jerks up, eyes lighting with that slow, horny grin. “oh, fuck... it’s here,” he mumbles, his tone slurry and eager while stumbling off the bed, tripping over a sneaker as he bolts for the door.

he’s back in a flash, a small brown package in his hands, tossing it onto the bed like it’s gold. “open it, sweetheart—c’mon, for me,” he says, flopping beside you, leaning in close, breath hot on your neck as his fingers twitch, itching to see.

you rip it open, making that annoying black tissue paper spill out—and there it is: a red lace bodysuit, all sheer and strappy, crotchless, the kind that’d frame your pussy like an invitation.

his eyes go dark, tongue swiping his bottom lip as he mutters, “shit, y’gonna wear that? m’so fuckin’ hard already.”

“you’re such a perv,” you tease, smirking, but you’re already stripping—tank off, shorts yanked down, because you know it gets him whining, needy, that lazy sub side of him kicking in hard.

he watches, sprawled back, hand sliding to his pajama pants, palming his cock through the fabric as you shimmy into the bodysuit. the lace hugs your tits, digs into your hips, leaves your cunt bare and dripping, and he groans, low and desperate, “fuck, baby. y’look so good, so perfect f’me.”

“gonna use it?” you ask, climbing over him, straddling his thighs, and he nods fast, all sloppy and eager, hands fumbling to shove his pants down. his cock springs free, looking thick, leaking, the tip red and twitching as he grips it, stroking slow, eyes locked on the lace stretched tight over your chest, the open slit where your pussy’s already glistening.

“i’m so—fuck, m’so into this,” he slurs, voice cracking, “rip it if y’want, just please, fuck me.

you don’t waste time, immediately grabbing his wrists, pinning them above his head, the bodysuit’s straps digging into your skin as you grind your wet cunt against his cock, teasing, not letting him in yet.

he whines in response, loud and pathetic, hips bucking up, “c’mon, don’t tease, m’beggin’, fuck,” his voice all shaky and wrecked. you smirk, loving how he falls apart, how his lazy ass turns into this whimpering mess just for you.

“you want it bad, huh?” you mutter, sliding down, letting his cock catch at your entrance, then slamming onto him—hard, deep, the stretch burning as the lace rubs your thighs raw.

he moans, a guttural, “ohhh, fuck, yesss,” head lolling back, eyes half-shut as you ride him, fast and brutal, the bed creaking under you. his hands twist against your grip, but he doesn’t fight it, he just takes it, panting, “shit, i’m so good f’ya, right?”

“fuckin’ perfect,” you growl, letting his wrists go, and he’s on you, his hands clawing at the bodysuit, tugging straps down until your tits spill out, his fingers pinching your nipples, earning a hiss from you.

he’s whining again, “love this—love you in it—rip it, baby, fuck me up,” and you do; grabbing the lace at your chest, tearing it open with a sharp movement, the fabric splitting as he groans, “yesss, fuck, s’hot.”

you lean forward, slamming your hips down, his cock hitting deep, wet and messy as your slick coats him, dripping down his balls. he’s a wreck, drops of sweat beading on his forehead, mouth open as he moans, “so close, baby—harder, please.”

you grab his hair, yanking his head back, biting his neck until he yelps, and ride him savage, the sound of skin slapping loud, the torn lace scraping your skin, his cock throbbing inside you, stretching you.

“gonna cum for me?” you pant, voice sharp, and he nods, frantic, “y-yeah, m’gonna—please, let me,” his voice all high and broken.

you clench around him, tight and deliberate, and he loses it, his moans intensified, “ohhh, shit!” as he cums, hot and thick, spilling inside you, his hips jerking sloppy and wild.

you don’t stop grinding down, chasing yours, the bodysuit a shredded mess as you cum hard, a choked scream ripping out, pussy pulsing around him, “t-too much—fuck, you’re so good.”

you collapse on him, both of you sweaty, panting, his cum leaking out, soaking the ruined lace and his thighs. he’s dazed, grinning lazy, hand sliding up your back, voice slurry, “jeez, y’look s’good in my shit. m’buyin’ y’more—tons more.”

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[stxrsniolo]

𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑡𝑜 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝒍͟𝒊͟𝒎͟𝒊͟𝒕͟𝒔

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : alright, babes, heads up because this is about to get filthy, and I’m talking full-on smut, no filter, no shame; if you can’t handle the heat, bounce now, because i’m not holding back .ᐟ

you’re stark naked in matt’s room, sprawled across his messy bed, the sheets crumpled and smelling like him; a heady mix of sweat, expensive cologne, and that earthy scent that’s purely him.

the air’s thick, buzzing with tension, and your eyes are locked on him while he’s just as bare, leaning against the wall with that lazy, cocky vibe he always carries, his body’s on full display: a light dusting of dark hair across his chest, that tummy you loved to kiss, and his cock, half-hard already, resting against his thigh, thick, veined, and tempting as hell.

you’d made this dumb bet: see who could hold out longer without touching. no touching each other, no touching yourselves. just teasing, torturing, breaking the other down. and fuck, you’re both playing it to the edge.

you bite your lip, letting your legs fall open a little wider, giving him a clear view of your pussy already glistening, slick with arousal under the dim glow of his bedside lamp. your skin’s heating up, your nipples stiff and aching, your breath coming faster.

you catch his gaze and flash a challenging smirk.

“what? you're gonna crack already, matt?” you say, voice low and taunting, your fingers hovering near your thigh, teasing the boundary but not crossing it.

he lets out a rough chuckle, his blue eyes darkening with lust, pinned on you. “nah, m’so good at this, y’know? but y’lookin’ like y’bout t’help yerself,” he drawls, that lazy slur in his voice hitting you right where it hurts, stirring the heat pooling in your core.

he shifts, his hand resting just beside his cock not touching, but close enough that you see it twitch, hardening further, the tip flushing a deep red, a bead of precum glistening at the slit.

he’s killing you with it, and he knows it, the bastard.

“fuck, matt, you're playing dirty,” you mutter, your voice wavering as you lean back on your elbows, letting your tits lift, nipples hard as rocks, begging for attention. the heat between your legs is unbearable, your clit throbbing, screaming for relief, but you hold firm.

“my little tease, huh? so wet f’me already, i can see it,” he says, leaning forward now, his breath heavier, eyes glued to your pussy like he’s starving for it. his cock’s fully hard now, jutting out, thick and heavy, the veins bulging like they’re about to burst. he licks his lips, slow and deliberate, and you swear you almost lose it right there.

“shut up,” you snap, but your hips twitch involuntarily, a desperate little movement chasing something you won’t let yourself have. the room reeks of sex even though nothing’s happened—sweat, arousal, the raw scent of you both mixing in the air. your skin’s hot, sticky, and every breath makes that pulsing ache between your thighs worse.

he moves closer, getting on his knees on the bed, near enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him, but still not breaking the rules. his cock’s inches away, bobbing with every shift, the precum dripping now, a thin, shiny trail sliding down the shaft.

you can smell him: the musk of his arousal, sharp and primal, and it’s driving you insane.

“y’lookin’ at it like y’wanna suck it,” he teases, voice husky, his hand flexing like he’s dying to grab himself but won’t. “bet y’thinkin’ ‘bout how it’d feel, huh? s’cold out here, but m’so fuckin’ hot f’you.”

“you’re such a dick,” you groan, your resolve slipping as you spread your legs wider, letting him see how soaked you are, your folds slick and swollen, your clit practically begging for him. your whole body’s trembling now, every nerve on fire, and you can feel the wetness dripping down to the sheets beneath you.

“m’so close t’winnin’ this,” he mutters, but his voice cracks, and you see the sweat beading on his forehead, the way his chest heaves with every ragged breath. his cock twitches again, more precum leaking out, and he shifts closer still, the tip so near your thigh you can feel its heat without contact.

“fuck you,” you hiss, your hands gripping the sheets, knuckles white, as you arch your back just enough to make your tits bounce, taunting him. your pussy clenches around nothing, the emptiness maddening, and a whimper slips out before you can stop it.

“y’gonna cave first, sweetheart,” he growls, his eyes wild now, his control hanging by a thread. he leans in, his breath hot against your neck, not touching but so close you feel the ghost of it. “s’wet, s’ready f’me—y’can’t take it no more, can ya?”

you’re shaking, your whole body screaming at you to give in. your pussy’s dripping, a slick puddle forming beneath you, and your nipples are so hard they hurt. every word from him, every move, is pushing you closer to the edge without even a touch. you can see it in him too, his cock’s rock-hard, pulsing, the head an angry red, precum pooling at the tip, sliding down in slow, obscene streaks.

“matt, i swear—” you start, but your voice breaks into a whine as your hips buck again, involuntary, desperate. you’re losing it, and he’s right there with you, both of you teetering on the brink, suffering in the best, worst way.

“‘was s’bad, huh? y’gonna give up f’me?” he whispers, his voice raw, his face inches from yours now, his breath fanning over your lips. his cock’s so close to your pussy you can feel its warmth, and it’s torture. pure, agonizing torture.

you don’t know who’s going to break first, but you’re both fucked, drowning in the heat of it, the game stretching you both to your limits.

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[mattitudeing]

ㅤㅤ──── MATT LOVES TO EXPERIMENT WITH YOU ❞

ㅤㅤ♱ summary: matt binds your ankles, spreads you andㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤteases your pussy with ice.

you’re lying on matt’s bed, the room cloaked in shadows, the only light a faint glow from the street sneaking through the blinds, casting stripes across the walls. the air’s still, heavy with the scent of his room—old pizza boxes, a hint of cinnamon candle scent, and that musky undertone that’s all him.

he’s standing by the bed, bare-chested, his skinny frame loose and relaxed, that wild brown hair flopping over his forehead, wearing one these baggy plaid pajama pants, red and green checks that slung low enough you can see the trail of hair dipping below the waistband, his cock already half-hard, nudging the fabric as he grins at you, a spool of twine dangling from his fingers.

“y’down for somethin’ wild?” he drawls, voice slow and thick, a lazy tease in every syllable as he grabs and twirls the twine you always use. “m’gonna have you shakin’ f’me.”

your breath catches, and you manage a nod, heat sparking low in your belly and he moves quick then, kneeling on the mattress, his hands snagging your ankles with that sloppy confidence he’s got.

he wraps the twine around them, rough and scratchy, knotting each one to the corners of the bed’s base, pulling your legs apart until you’re wide open, thighs taut, pussy bare and pulsing under his stare. your arms stay free, hovering uncertainly, but you don’t fight it—too caught up in the way he’s looking at you, like he’s about to unravel you piece by piece.

“damn, you look like a fuckin’ gift like this,” he mumbles, settling back to take you in, his hands brushing the twine as he checks his work. “m’so pumped t’mess with you.”

he went to the kitchen and came back with a bowl—not fancy, just some chipped ceramic thing—and pulls out a dripping chunk of ice, water trailing down his arm, drops falling soaking into the cuff of his pajama pants.

he holds it up, letting it glint in the faint light, a slow drip hitting the floor as it starts to melt in his grip; then he’s over you, close, his breath puffing against your collarbone as he presses the ice to your neck, right where your pulse hammers.

it’s a jolt, cold, biting, making you hiss, your body twisting against the binds, the twine scraping your skin.

“shit… s’freezin’, huh?” he chuckles, all lazy and smug, sliding the ice down your throat, leaving a wet streak that chills you to the bone.

your nipples perk up fast, straining against the air, and he notices, dragging the ice over one, then the other, watching them tighten, water trickling down your ribs.

“you gonna squirm f’me?”

the ice dissolves quick against your heat, pooling in the hollow of your throat, and he grabs another piece, this time trailing it along your jaw, letting it drip onto your lips.

you taste it—sharp, clean—and he leans in, licking the water off before it can fall, his tongue hot and sudden, making you moan.

slowly, he started moving lower, skipping the obvious spots, teasing the ice along the inside of your arm, the crook of your elbow, anywhere but where you’re aching most, driving you nuts.

“matt—c’mon—” you groan, voice shaky, tugging at the twine as your legs flex, desperate to close, but he’s got you pinned, and he just smirks, all cocky and smug.

“nah, m’not rushin’ this,” he says, grabbing another chunk, letting this one hover over your hip, water dripping onto your skin before he presses it down, sliding it toward your pussy, stopping just shy.

your hips jerk, the cold radiating, your clit throbbing, begging, but he pulls back, letting the ice melt in his hand, water splashing your thigh. “y’so needy f’me.”

he takes a bigger piece, holds it low, and finally—finally—brings it to your pussy, brushing it along your lips, the chill hitting your slick heat like a slap.

you yelp, loud and raw, your whole body tensing, the twine creaking as you pull against it while he rubs it slow, the ice melting fast, water mixing with your wetness, dripping down to soak the sheets, your clit buzzing with the cold, your breath hitching in sharp gasps.

“fuck, y’feel that?” he mutters, voice rough now, his free hand gripping your knee, keeping you spread as he slides the ice up, circling your clit until you’re trembling, the sensation sharp and wild.

you cum fast, a sudden burst, your pussy clenching, a choked moan spilling out as your body shakes, the cold pushing you over the edge hard. he watches, eyes wide, licking his lips as the ice melts away, leaving you wet and shivering.

“damn, you're so fuckin’ hot... m’so damn lucky y’letting me do this.”

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