#UHM DESPERATE MATT

[jellyfishbug]

ROOM 109

pairing. matt x reader genre. smut with plot. MDNI.

! NOT proof read.

word count: [ 4.8k ]

content; brothersbestfriend!matt, natessister!reader, two people one bed trope, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected (wrap it!), creampie, lots of praise, some degradation, use of pet names for context, you & nate + the trips and their parents are on a trip to palm springs. after i finished writing it i realized i didnt make that 100% clear . . .

It was stupid. It was so stupid how this whole thing started.

Everyone else wanted to go to dinner directly after the beach, but you practically had to beg to quickly run up to your room and change. The white lacey sundress you'd been wearing wasn't exactly dinner attire, as well as the fact that it was covered in sand.

You scanned your room card on the doorknob and rushed inside, dropping your bag carelessly on the bed and turning to fiddle with the back of your dress. Several attempts of tugging at it later, you cry out in frustration at your zipper's refusal to budge, the metal completely stuck in place as your dug your nails into the fabric of the dress.

down the hallway, Nate was impatiently tapping his foot against the floor in exasperation, glancing over at the clock that hung above the vending machine. "Jesus christ, the fuck is she doing?"

Nick and Chris both shrugged, simply unbothered by the amount of time it was taking you. Matt, who was leaning against the wall his hands in his pockets, pursed his lips and glanced at Nate, his head still against the wall as he did. "D'you want me to go check on her?"

Nate nodded, "Yeah, n' tell her to hurry up, I'm fucking starving."

Matt rolls his eyes. "Okay, fine." He begins to head down the hallway, arms swaying at his sides before he pauses to look at Nate over his shoulder, "What room is she in?"

Nate thinks for a moment before hesitantly replying. "109.. i think,"

After ten minutes of you desperately attempting to get the dress off, you heard footsteps in the hallway, glancing down to the door to see the shadow of a tall figure. On the other side, Matt pressed two knuckles to the door and knocked gently, leaning his side against it as he spoke, "You alright in there?"

You swallowed, your face felt hot from embarrassment. You close your eyes and knock your head back, trying to shift the tone of your voice from how upset you were. "Uhm- yeah, just.. my zipper's stuck."

"Your zipper, huh?" He laughs lightly, the image of you struggling to get the dress off clear in his mind. "You can't get it unstuck?"

"No," you mumble. "It's on the back of the dress, so I can't see it."

He's quiet for a moment before responding. You watch his figure shuffle around under the door, "D'you need help?"

Your shoulders drop in defeat, balled fists resting at your sides as you huff, "please."

Matt exhales deeply, placing his hand on the doorknob. "You decent? like- can i come in?" he asks, his voice raspier than it usually was.

"Yeah,"

He turns the knob and opens the door slowly, closing it behind him as he approaches you, taking in the view with a small smile tugging at his lips. You turn away from him, lifting your hair off your neck to make it easier for him to unzip the dress.

He swallows and leans forward, directly behind you as his hands reach up to where your zipper is stuck. Goosebumps form at the feel of his hand grazing the exposed skin of your neck. "D'you see? It won't budge,"

"Yeah, I see," he says quietly, hands still frozen in place as he furrows his eyebrows. His hand wraps around the small zipper whilst the other lands on your hip, "I'm gonna try something, just- stay still for a sec, okay?"

You nod slowly, quietly gasping as he pulls you slightly closer to him, feeling his breath fanning against your neck. His fingers curl around the zipper once more, tugging at it.

He slowly draws the zipper down, the cold feel of the metal gliding over your skin, exposing your back inch by inch. His touch is delicate, almost feather-light against you.

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you let your hands drop to your sides. You want to say something, but nothing will come out. Matt's breath is also labored, his eyes studying the newly exposed skin of your back. "Looks like I got it," he mumbles.

"Mhm." You mutter, basking in the feel of his hands on your lower back as the zipper reaches the end of the spined teeth, and Matt lets go of it. One of is hands still on your hip as he presses circles into your back with his ringed fingers.

"Matt.." you whisper, but nothing else comes out. Your sentence is left unfinished as you step backward slightly so that you're closer to him.

Matt swallows, trying to remain calm and collected as your back is pressed against his chest. He responds, his voice matching your volume, "Yeah?"

"I have to-" you screw your eyes shut, shivering when you feel him trail fingers up your spine mindlessly. "Someones gonna come looking for us, we've been up here for a while- and I have to change."

Disappointment washes over him as his hand falls away from your back. You're right- he knows you're right, but he doesn't want to move. "Okay- yeah, I'll let you change," he says quietly, backing away as your frames detatch. "Do you want me to wait for you by the door?"

You shake your head silently before parting your lips to speak. "It's okay, I'll be down in a minute." you reply, waiting patiently to let the dress drop off your shoulders as Matt acknowledges your response with a nod of his head as he opens the door, letting it click shut behind him. You watch his shadow disappear from under the door, footsteps slowly getting quieter as he disappears down the hallway.

You slipped into a smaller, black spaghetti-strap dress, hurriedly grabbing your belongings before swinging the door open and letting it close loudly behind you.

You run down the hallway, quickly tip-toeing down the carpeted stairs as you lift your head, and your eyes meet the familiar group of boys standing by the vending machines, all looking defeated and bored. Nick glances over upon seeing you, grinning widely as he throws his hands up in enthusiasm.

"Finally! Christ, i thought we'd starve to death. Lets fucking go,"

Dinner was torture.

Matt sat directly across from you at the table. You shared glances every now and then, feeling your stomach lurch at the sight of his hair messily hanging in his face, his pearly teeth peaking through his lips as he cracked a smile in response to Nate's joke. The candles on the table flickered, illuminating his features even more as he mindlessly chewed on his bottom lip.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest lazily, raising his eyebrows at you every time your eyes met. The eye roll he got back from you made him laugh lowly, his tongue prodding at the side of his cheek as his lips broke into a grin.

At some point, Nate and Chris were laughing and muttering amongst themselves like children, both pouting dramatically as they turn to look at Matt. Matt furrows his eyebrows nervously, tilting his head as he reluctantly asks, "What?"

Nate dropped his utensils dramatically against his plate, the clanking causing both you and Matt to grimace in distaste. "You know you're like, my favorite person ever, right?" Nate said all to sweetly, a glint in his eyes you'd only ever seen him use when asking for something he really wants.

Matt all but scowled, his eyebrows raised with an unimpressed look. "What d'you want?"

"Will you swap rooms with me so Chris and I can share? I'm sick of sharing a room with this loser," Nate pointed his thumb in your direction in emphasis, his other hand still resting in his lap. You scoffed, slapping his hand away and crossing your arms at your front with a sour expression. "You're not exactly my ideal choice either, fuck face."

Nate pushed his lip out into an even deeper pout at Matt, ignoring the slap and insult from you to further beg, "Pleaaaase?"

Matt turned his head to look to you.

"'S that okay with you?"

His tone was genuine, waiting patiently for you to tell him your input after Nate's careless disregard of it. You feel the blood rush to your face, realizing now that everyone's eyes were on you, but Matt's gaze in particular made your mouth go dry. You nodded slowly. "Yeah- that's fine."

He nodded before looking away and shrugging at Nate with his lips in a downturned smile. "I'm fine with it if she's fine with it."

Nate smiles widely, he and Chris sharing an excited glance and giggling amongst themselves. Matt picks up his drink from the table, looking at you through his eyebrows and he sips.

The tension was thick enough to be cut, and it was driving you crazy.

Every glance, every wink, every fucking smile.

He seemed completely unbothered at your clearly flustered demeanor, just laughing breathily every time he caught a glance. The thoughts in his mind betrayed him; if everyone at that table could hear them, Nate would've killed him by now.

Finally, after what felt like ever, the five of you started to head back to the hotel. You opted to linger behind the four boys, just by a couple feet - still close enough you could hear their conversation, but far enough that you didn't have to partake in whatever stupid thing they were bickering about.

Occasionally, Matt would glance back to look at you, as if he was checking to see if you were still there. You pretend not to notice, but every time you catch his eyes, you feel yourself try to look away, but you can't. You're completely locked on him and he's holding the key - he's taunting you with it.

You eventually reach the doors of the hotel, rolling your eyes playfully as Matt lingers behind the others to hold the door open for you.

You stop at the boys room first. Nate turns to Matt and places his hands on either side of his face, giving him a big kiss on the cheek and grinning stupidly whilst Matt's eyes widened in surprise. "I love youuuuu," he drags on, smooshing Matt's face with his hands. Matt bats them away.

"Yeah yeah, love you too, kid." He mutters, wiping the spit off his face with a scowl once Nate finally detatched. Nate throws up a peace sign at you before disappearing into the room. Matt bids his brothers goodnight, and the two of you begin to head towards the your room.

You reach the door and pause to fiddle in your bag before pulling out the room key, choosing to ignore how close behind you Matt is standing. He stands with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the door frame as he observes your movements. You scan the key against the door and push it open.

Matt reached above you to hold the door open, and you drop your bag on the entry-way table and kick off your shoes.

Matt closes the door behind the two of you and follows as you lean down in front of the vanity to take off your earings. Matt kicks off his shoes, and once your earings are safely on the desk, you flop down onto the bed without even changing out of your dress. You rolled over on to your back and pull out your phone.

Matt chuckles at the action, and then pauses to think, his eyes filled with wonder at the sight of the one bed. "I can take the floor,"

You almost roll your eyes, shaking your head vigorously as a laugh escapes you. "Don't be stupid, you can sleep in the bed, Matt."

He nods, his lips shifting upward into a smile as he walks up to the bed, laying down next to you. He also pulls out his phone from his back pocket and rolls onto his stomach, and you both sit in silence for a couple of minutes before you finally glance over.

He's really good looking.

It's stupid; its fucking stupid how good looking he is.

The dimness of the overhead light makes it harder to see, but the glow of his phone screen is bright enough that you can see his jawline. His hair is still slightly hanging in his face, and even when he runs a hand through it, it remains where it was before. The occasional laugh at something on his phone showcases his annoyingly hot grin, and the low sound of his laugh.

You didn't even realize you were staring. In fact, you were staring for a decent amount of time before he turned to face you, a smug smile on his face.

Fuck.

Embarassed, your head snaps back to your phone and heat rises to your face, making it flush a bright shade of pink. Matt doesn't say anything - but you know he's smirking at you.

"You good?" He asks, a teasing tone in his voice as his eyes continue to linger on you. The way he said it was so smug. He enjoyed having this affect on you.

You nod quickly, and he laughs. "You sure? You're all red,"

"No m' not." You bite back, your voice still quiet. "I'm fine."

He raises his eyebrows with an amused expression.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart."

The tone of his voice, as well as how easy the pet name rolled of his tongue was making a fire egnite in your core, and you cross one of your legs over the other.

Matt sets his phone down on the bed, completely abandoning the one thing that was keeping the safe silence. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, head leaning back against the headboard of the bed. "What's your deal?"

The question took you by surprise. What was your deal? Coming from the guy that was eye-fucking you in front of your brother and his at the dinner table an hour ago?

You scoff, an exasperated huff of air as you turn to glare at him. "What are you talking about?"

"You won't look me in the eye- like, at all - and when you do, your face gets all red and you wont talk. Whats your deal?"

His forwardness isn't appreaciated. You purse your lips, finally letting yourself continue to look at him, even if the eye contact is burning through you. "I'm looking at you now, aren't i?"

"Mhm," he says calmly. "And you're red again."

His acknowledgment of it only makes it worse. Your stomach flips and turns as the realization seeps through you, and you try your best to keep your expression hard and stern. "So what?"

He shrugs. "It's cute."

Cute.

You find yoursef rolling your eyes for the millionth time today, "You're annoying."

He moves closer, his movements making imprints on the bed sheets as he shamelessly lets your shoulders touch. "Why? Because i make you flustered?"

"I'm not-"

"You are."

You find yourself closing your lips despite the urge to utter out a snarky response, the heat of his breath fanning against your face as your chest rises and falls quickly. Everything else is completely lost - the fact that he's your brothers friend. The fact that if Nate knew about this, Matt would be on the floor taking his last breath.

Right now, all you were thinking about was how pretty he was, how pink his lips were, how much you really, really wanted to kiss him, even if you would regret it.

"You're staring again," he says, more quiet this time; almost a whisper, but his tone is still arrogant.

"Just- shut up, Matt." You say breathlessly.

His glance flicks between your lips and eyes, lust clearly displayed in his own eyes as he licks his bottom lip. "Can i..?"

You're nodding before he's even finished the sentence.

He leans forward and presses your lips together. It's soft; passionate. Your hand goes up to rest at his cheek, and his at yours. His touch is delicate, even as the movements of his mouth become deeper, his tongue sliding over your lips to colide with yours.

His other hand snakes around your waist, tugging you effortlessly into his lap to straddle his thighs, laughing against your lips when you yelp at the sudden change in position.

Both of his hands are wrapped tightly around you now, holding you close enough to press your frams together as your hands get lost in his hair. He's kissing you harder, more desperate and hungry, like he's been starved.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel him growing beneath you, and you'd also be lying if you said you weren't alarmed by his size. You find one of your hands slipping off of his face to tug at the buckle of his jeans, whining against him when he grabs your wrist to halt your movements.

He pulls away from you, chuckling softly. "D'you want something?"

Your wrist is still firm in his grip, and as much as you just want to whine and squirm until he lets go, you get the feeling he's not planning on doing so until you answer.

"You, please- Matt, i need you." You say breathlessly, feeling satisfied when he releases your wrist, his hands moving to roam up and down your sides.

"Good girl," He mutters before kissing you once more, keeping your lips locked as he puts a hand on your back to tug at the zipper on your dress quickly until the back is fully open. He lays you down gently until your back meets the matress, his kisses still rough as he lightly bites down on your bottom lip, grinning when you whimper into his mouth.

He pulls away to look down at you, kneeling against you so that your legs are on either side of him. He keeps one hand on your upper thigh, rubbing his thumb gently against your skin as he parts his lips to speak. "can I take your dress off?"

All it takes is a hushed "please," from you, and he springs into movement. "lift your arms f'me," he utters lowly, and as you comply, he pulls the dress down until its completely off, discarding it onto the floor. He looks back to gawk at you, "So pretty,"

You feel your face get red again, but before you can respond, he's leaning down to kiss you. He trails his kisses down your front, looking up at your blissed expression when his lips are on your lower stomach. His fingers dip underneath them of your underwear, tuggling effortlessly and discarding them on to the floor next to your dress. He fiddles with the buttons on his shirt with his other hand until its loose enough to pull off, and then on the bed forgotten.

He places his index finger against your lip, tapping lightly. "open for me, sweetheart."

You do just that, and he places two of his fingers in your mouth. You close your lips around them, swirling your tongue around the digits as Matt watches with dilated pupils. He pulls them away and lowers himself so that his face is hovering above your heat, eyes flicking up to watch your impatient expression with a smug grin

He presses his fingers into your entrace, and your jaw goes slack, head falling back against the mattress as you whine. "Fuck,"

He keeps his hand still, pressing open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, then your core, before finally placing his mouth where you want it.

His slow and messy with his movements, tongue lapping at your clit as he curls his motionless fingers inside of you. You're moaning and whimpering his name, pleading for more, but he's taking his time.

He lifts his head, finally starting to pump his fingers at a good rythm, clearly enjoying how much you're reacting to him. "Feel good, baby?"

You're whimpering, nodding quickly, but your expression turns confused when he stops. "Tell me, sweet girl. I wanna hear how good it is,"

"So good," you breathe out. "Fuck, Matt- please, i wan' more."

Satisfaction is smugly clear on his face. "Thats a good girl," he wraps his free hand around your thigh, cold rings pressing against your skin, lowering his head back where it was before.

He's even meaner now. His fingers are vigorously thrusting into you, and his tuck is mercilessly hooked on your clit as your eyes roll back in your head and your thighs lightly shake on either side of him. You tug at his hair, letting out a wail as he groans against you, nails digging into his scalp.

"shit, do that again." He says quickly, his voice muffled as he continues. You do what he asks, feeling the same groaning sensation against you when you do, making your toes girl. His face is slick with you, and he lifts his head for just a second again, "tastes so good, fuck,"

The compliment makes the growing knot in your stomach twist, and you moan loudly as he speeds up his movements, nails tigging into the plush skin of your thigh.

You finally snap as his fingers curl against a particular spot, your thighs squeeze around his head and you attempt to arch your back, but his grip on your leg holds you in place against the mattress.

Desperate cry's of his name flood from your lips, and he lifts his mouth off of you, still pumping his fingers slowly through your orgasm whilst kissing your thighs. He whispers soft praise as he watches you writhing against his hand.

Finally, once you start to squirm, he pulls them out and licks them clean. Your hand covers your face as you attempt to bring your breathing back to normal, and his hand rests on your waist as he rubs circles soothingly into the flesh with his thumb. "Doing so good for me, sweetheart."

The praise fills your chest with a warm feeling, and he leans down to kiss the side of your head. His fingers wrap around his belt buckle until its unclipped and he tugs his jeans down to his ankles, leaving him in just his boxers.

You see the bulge clearly in them, and you gawk at the sight. He's huge. How the fuck will that fit?

He must've seen the nervous expression on your face, because he smiles and nods his head. "S'okay, I'll go slow."

He slides a hand underneath you to wrap around your waist and flip you onto your stomach. His fingers then wrap around your thighs to pull your ass up before pressing lightly against your lower back to make it arch.

Your arms are outstretched in front of you, the pads of your fingers laying against the sheets while Matt loiters on his knees behind you. An impatience is quickly growing in your gut. He's taking his sweet time admiring you from the new angle, one hand on your hip with a gentle grip as he palmed himself through his underwear.

You were not having it.

"Matt- please,"

He laughs lightly at the whiny plea that escaped you, the hand on your hip flying to assist his movement in removing his boxers. "Okay, okay. Hold on," He leans closer to you, his tip prodding at your entrance, and you brace yourself.

He slowly presses inside of you, watching as you grip the sheets below you at the painful stretch. You whimper, and he hums, rubbing his fingers soothingly on your hip, "I know, baby. I know." He says quietly right as his hips meet your ass, finally burying himself to the hilt.

The feeling of him filling you up completely is maddening. He inhales deeply through his teeth, muttering curses at how tightly you're squeezing around him.

He's still not moving. He's concerned at how much you're already reacting, but his demeanor changes when you're wiggling yourself against him as an attempt to get him to move, and he complies, starting to roll his hips slowly.

"Oh my god," you whisper, the stretch turning from painful to pleasant all too quickly. Your toes curl as Matt starts to go faster. "Fit s'well inside me- fuck, Matt."

He laughs lowly, "Yeah?" his tone his still so fucking arrogant despite how breathy he is, and he grunts lowly when he realizes you're pushing yourself back against him. "Such a filthy girl," he spit, "God, just like that. So good n' needy f'me."

His words only make you want more. He's pressing his palm against your back to push you down into the bed further and deepen the arch, which only makes it easier for him to fuck you deeper.

You're mewling now, nails desperately grasping at the sheets as he hits unfamiliar spots, making your eyes roll back into your head. It's all too much - it's all too good.

The lewd sound of skin meeting skin is filling the room, along with Matt's groans and your desperate whimpering. You feel the strong, confident attitude you carry around your peers start to crumble underneath him as he leans down, slamming at a ruthless pase.

You cry out a gutless moan when his hand wraps around your lower front to make his thrusts deeper, and he grunts at the way you tighten around him. "Yeah? that feel good, baby?" He asks as if the answer isn't evident, "Taking me so good- fuck, good girl."

Normally, praise wouldn't be affecting you this much; but the way it rolled so easily off his tongue, the way his tone was raspy and genuine, like he meant it, and the way that he was saying it with his chest whilst he was buried deep in your guts made you love it. It made you want to hear it even more.

You're a whimpering, moaning mess below your brother's best friend, keening as his grip on your hips turning animalistic, nails digging bluntly into your flesh. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

"Matt-" you panted, the pleasure in your stomach twisting and turning with every thrust against your sweet spot, "Matt- fuck, m' gonna cum."

"Yeah?" he breathes. "Go ahead, cum for me sweetheart."

As soon as the words left him, you unraveled, legs shaking violently against him as your messy attempts to meet his thrusts stop and you practically go limp.

Your mind is numb from pleasure, the white knuckle grip on the sheets becoming less strong while your eyes roll back in your head, overstimulated as Matt still pounds into you to chase his high.

"Close," he chokes out behind you, his thrusts becoming more messy as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you up slightly, your back still arched. "Fuck, where do you want me?"

Even in your dumb state, you manage to utter out a response, "inside me, please."

He leans down to dig his teeth into the small of your neck and presses himself to the hilt, spilling thick spurts deep into your core as he mutters muffled curses against your neck. You melt from the warm feeling of him in your gut, your hand snaking up to wrap around the back of his neck to touch his hair.

You're both still panting as he presses kisses along your neck and over the faint bite mark he left, slowly laying you back down against the warmth of the mattress. He holds you in place and pulls out slowly, whispering apologies when you wince at the soreness and emptiness that follows.

He tucks your hair behind your ear with his finger, still pressing gentle kisses along your skin; cheek, neck, shoulder, hip - before he speaks. "You okay?"

You nod, "mhm, just... sore."

He nods sympathetically, still touching your face. "I know, sweetheart." He turns you so youre lying on your back. "We can go shower and get cleaned up, but you gotta get up first."

The thought of the warm water makes you sit up, and Matt grins at how quickly you do so. He takes your hand in his and guides you to the bathroom.

You watch from your spot on the counter as he leans into the glass door of the shower to turn the water on, feeling with his hand under the stream to test tje temperature, throwing you a satisfied nod when it became warm enough.

It wasn't until you were both under the warm, cozy flow of the faucet with suds coving both of your wet slick skin that you turned around to face him, a knowing look in your eyes. "Matt?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Hm?"

"If you tell Nate about any of this-"

He grimaces at the thought. "c'mon, kid. I'm not a dumbass." He laughs, and you're both left to forget about the future, and instead focus on the now.

The now being the fact that this wasn't going to be the last time this happened. Definitely not.

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misbehave | matt sturniolo

contents: cursing; established relationship; edging; handjob (m receiving); p in v; creampie; mommy kink; sub!matt

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notes: i feel this is a bit intense and might not be everyone’s cup of tea but here’s matthew calling you mamas mommy momma ma etc, enjoy!!! if you dont think matt has mommy kink fuck you cause he does. part 2 of “late night rides” coming out next week, we’re fucking matt in the van <3 love you guys

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matt was leaning against the countertop of the kitchen, laughing about something i did not hear with his friends. i was thirsty and he wouldn’t read my messages, so my only solution was to walk through the living room and grab some water for myself.

i tried my best to not interrupt the so called boys night and decided to ignore him, just like he did to my texts. as i was making my way to the fridge, i felt matt’s huge hand slapping my ass followed by a “grab me a drink as well mamas”.

i couldn’t believe his boldness.

i stopped for a bit and stared at him before opening the cold device and grabbing myself a bottle of water and a root beer for him. i got closer to matt to the point our noses were touching, and he looked at me with a cheeky grin growing on his face.

“you are fucked” i whispered, slamming the soda can next to him and giving him a peck, so his friends wouldn’t know what we were actually talking about. i left matt standing there, his blue eyes widening as he realized he was, indeed, fucked.

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around 1am, matt said goodbye to the last guy leaving the house, closing the door and resting his back on the wall. he smiled as i walked to his direction, opening his arms to a hug that i didn’t give, resting my hand on his shoulder instead.

“what was that?” i asked, innocent look on my face.

“what was what?” he played fool.

“uhm, slapping my ass in front of everybody?” i questioned, frowning my eyebrows.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about”

“oh yeah? you don’t remember calling me mamma either?” he gulped, finding the ceiling interesting to stare at. “say it again.” matt shook his head in disagreement. he was trying so hard to piss me off.

“baby, you really think you’re getting somewhere behaving like this?” i asked, my fingers tickling his neck.

“i was, actually. gonna get ready to bed” he teased, loving every second of it.

“sweetie” i cooed, caressing his hair. matt melted into my touch, snuggling against my hand. “you’re not. only good boys are allowed to sleep with their mommies” i pouted, pretending i was so upset at his behavior.

“so you better fix that attitude of yours and behave for mommy, or you're sleeping on the couch.” i smiled before leaving a peck on his nose and quickly making my way to his room.

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i woke up in the middle of the night to matt’s whimpers and small cries. i didn’t notice exactly when he came to bed, but as our bodies were glued together, i could tell it had been a while. matt was burying his face on my back, our legs tangled, humming something i didn’t understand. 

when i fully woke up, i realized why he was actually crying - i could feel his boner poking my thigh, matt’s hips moving in such a slow pace, torturing himself while humping my leg. i slightly turned myself to him, allowing my hands to rest above his sweaters.

“please mommy” matt whispered.

“hm? what is it baby?” i asked.

“wan’ you”

i fixed my position in bed, sitting by the headboard. matt did the same, following me with eager eyes. i couldn’t help but caressing his cheek, slowly traveling my hands down his naked chest and sealing our lips together. matt got desperate with my touch, breathing heavily and deepening the kiss. i palmed him through the cloth, receiving a whine in response “hurts, mama”.

i shushed him, instantly putting my hand inside of his pants and wrapping it around his cock. poor thing was leaking, pre-cum covering his whole shaft. this only made my job easier, pumping matt’s length at a quick pace while i placed love bits over his jaw. 

“c-close”, matt suddenly said. i stopped right away, his blue orbs widening in confusion.

“you really think you deserve to cum? after acting like a brat all night long?” 

matt loudly whined, frustrated with the lack of contact. my fingers made their way to his cock once again, but barely touching where he needed the most. “mommy f-fuck, please. i need you so bad”

i moved my thumb to his tip, circling it before teasing his slit. matt twitched in my hand, bucking his hips upwards to get some friction. i allowed him to get off on his own, holding his dick while he desperately pounded into my fist.

it didn’t take long for his thrusts to get sloppier “w-wanna cum”, he said whimpering. “wanna come for you”

i paused once again, loosening my grip. “not until you tell me why you did that earlier”. matt threw his head back, realizing that if actually wanted to come, he would have to answer me.

“fuck!” he cried before speaking again “i-i misbehaved!” matt finally let out, putting his left arm over his face, covering his shyness away. “because i wanted momma’s attention ah-!” he was cut off by me grabbing his cock one last time and quickly stroking him, not planning to stop this time.

“is that so, sweetie?” i whispered next to his ear, kissing throughout his neck.

“uhum, fuck” he moaned. “wanted mama t-to look at me”

“oh, my pretty boy. you just gotta ask next time. no need to put on a show to get mommy’s attention”

“b-but mommy was talking to- fuck, g-gonna cum” matt whined, his forehead coated in sweat. “can i? please?”

“are you gonna be a good boy for me?”

“yes” he nodded frantically, looking at me with puppy eyes. “matt good for momma”

“that’s right, matt’s so good for mommy. you can cum babe, make a mess on mamas hand hm?” with a few more pumps, he finally came. matt wouldn’t stop whimpering, finally being able to reach his orgasm after being edged for way too long. he covered my hand with his release, jointing his hips forward as he came from his high.

i gave him a kiss on the lips, moving the hair away from his face with my free hand and quickly cleaning us both with bed sheets. i knew matt would often get overwhelmed when in such headspace, so i made sure to hug him, letting him snuggle on my chest and rest for a bit.

as his breath calmed down, i kept running my fingers through his brown locks. “ma” matt muffled. “‘m sorry…”

“what for, baby?”

“misbehaving…”

“shh, it’s okay” i shushed him. edging him was already too much, but hearing his cries only made my cunt ache the whole time. “wanna make it up to mommy? think you handle another round?” matt nodded furiously, quickly getting up.

i could see he was half-hard, but i knew exactly how to get him going again. “oh” i complained. “my breasts are so sore”

“i can help with that!” he firmly said, hands already travelling to my tits. matt's fingers brushed lightly against my hardened nipples, as if he was waiting for permission to keep going. i nodded and got closer, making my way to his lap. sitting with both legs by his waist, i took my shirt off and soon my shorts were gone as well, completely exposed to him.

matt put his tongue out, licking my nub and making me gasp for the sudden contact. i placed both palms on his shoulders, getting near him as he squeezed my left boob and sucked the other. matt was so good and i always let him know that by moaning loudly and praising him for fucking me so well.

matt's hands moved to my ass, strongly groping it and opening my cheeks. his fingers tugged my skin, grip tightening as his tongue still worked on my breasts. it didn't take long to matt's fingers reach my entrance, teasing it slightly. he was fully hard again, cock lazily rubbing underneath me.

i positioned myself downwards, nearing my lower lips to his still wet tip, full of previous cum. pulling my hair aside, i kissed matt to cover his moans as i lowered myself on his shaft. matt was huge, but his sticky spurt made it easier for me to slide in, his veiny cock opening my walls as he burried himself inside of me.

“m-matt, gosh!” i whined once he was in, trying to adjust to his size.

“so tight mommy” matt breathed heavily, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips forward. i bounced on his dick, my tits shaking along with my body as i threw my head back. matt reached my spot, making me arch my back and moan loudly, clenching against his shaft.

“momma i’m-” he said, blue eyes watering.

“babe, be a good boy hold it in for mommy hm? you can do it” i cooed as i kept on riding him, my hands now placed on his chest as i tried to reach my orgasm.

“uhum, yes” matt nodded, grabbing me by my waist and pounding deeper into me.

as i got closer, i couldn’t shut my mouth. i kept on groaning, the knot on my lower belly getting tighter each thrust. “matt, im so close” i cried.

“wan’ inside ma” matt whispered “please, let me cum inside you mommy”

“fuck i-” my own words were cut off by matt filling me up with his release, bringing me to the edge. my whole body trembling, i collapsed over him as i reached my orgasm, completely out of breath.

as we both came from our highs, i heard matt giggling. “what?” i asked.

“nothing” he kept on smiling as i got up, challenging him with my eyes. “don’t make me do that all over again…”

“oh” he laughed, letting me snuggle against his chest. “i'm definitely calling you mammas in public again”.

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[sturnlsstuff]

Phone sex with ghostface!matt/chris and he uses the voice modulator (ghostface's voice) because he knows that reader loves it

divider credits. @anitalenia

"c'mon, jus' tell me your favorite scary movie and i'll let you cum..." his low, hoarse voice echoes on the other end of the phone. the voice modulator matt uses sends shivers down your spine, your fingers start pumping in and out faster of your dripping pussy, the wet squelching fill the room.

"i don't remember the name!" you whine desperately, back arching up as you try to grind against your hand more.

"you do, sweetheart, just think—"

matt felt like he was on another planet, panting into the phone while his thumb kept rubbing against his leaking with precum tip, making his cock throb in his grip. the way he also saw you through the camera he had in your room made it even harder for him to hold back, but he wanted to see you lose control just because of his voice before he comes.

"i.... uhm—" the wheels in your head turning around, the name of the horror movie at the end of your tongue, but you weren't able to remember it while matt was literally keeping you on the edge, causing your legs to tremble.

"rub harder f'me, yeah?" a groan leaves him when he sees on the screen of his other phone how you immediately listen to him and put more pressure into circling your clit. "you got this, i know you do— holyyy fuckk, just say it—"

matt squeezed his eyes shut, trying his hardest to wait for you. he thrusts into his fist, chewing on his bottom plump lip to muffle his sounds.

"matt, i don't remember..." you cry out, curling up your fingers to hit your g-spot which makes your vision go blurry.

"yes, you do—" he says with emphasis on his words, his hand starts moving faster. he was struggling not to release all over himself.

pleasure starts overwhelming you as your thumb presses against your swollen bud even more.

"t-the.... the conjuring! the conjuring—"

matt growls, squeezing his dick slightly, his hips jerking upwards. "there you fuckin' go... was it so hard?" his jaw is slacked as he watches you through the camera, the way you desperately grip the sheets, trying to grind against your own hand... fuck, matt was too far gone. "come all over your hand, sweetheart— lemme.... lemme see—"

a wave of relief washes over you at his words especially with the voice modulator that was making his voice even hotter. the thought of him on the other side of the phone jerking off because of how turn on he made you, makes your toes curl.

the moans of his name escaping your lips steal a feral moan from matt, his cock twitches, warm drops of cum bursting from his tip, panting his thighs and lower stomach. "s-shitttt, you always make me go crazy—"

your eyes roll back as you cream around your fingers, pumping them to ride out your orgasm and drawing out the pleasure for as long as you can.

as you both stop your movements, you can hear his heavy breathing which makes goosebumps appear on your skin. the effect it has on you is even bigger with the modulator matt uses. your hand holding the phone is shaking slightly, when he speaks up again.

"see? told ya it's gonna be fun."

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[emmisturniolo]

edge - matt sturniolo (part two)

warnings: smutty smutttt, cursing, masturbation, cum denial, use of y/n, over the phone masturbation, pet names (baby, princess, good boy), cursing, lmk if i missed any!

a/n: part two let’s fucking gooooo!! i worked super hard on this one so i hope you guys enjoy! proofread 👻.

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it has been about ten minutes after matt posted that video. his phone is buzzing constantly of fans dming him, friends texting him, and family calling him. he doesn’t care that his fans, friends, and family have seen it. he just wants you to see it. he continuously checks his phone, waiting very impatiently for your text.

time: 3:20PM

matt has been pacing around his room, waiting for your text or call. he’s checked his phone at least thirty times in the past two minutes. he’s so anxious to see how you would respond. then, his phone vibrates. he picks up his phone so fast and looked at it.. a message from y/n.

y/n: matt whats this video you posted that everyone’s freaking out over?

matt: oh that? watch it, you’ll like it i promise

y/n: uhm okay i’ll go watch it

matt’s heart nearly beats out of his chest as he read your message. “i’ll go watch it”. he read that over and over. he was anxious and excited. the video is about fifteen minutes long, so that gives him time to calm his nerves. he lays in bed scrolling through instagram, awaiting your text.

fifteen minutes later

matts phone finally buzzes and he gets your text. he opens your message and reads what you said,

y/n: matt, who’s pic where you jerking off to, hm?

matt: yours, princess

matt’s phone starts ringing, you’re calling him. his breath hitches as he sees you’re facetiming him, and he answers to see you sitting on your bed, hair layed across your shoulders framing your face, with a smirk displayed on your lips.

“you jerked off to my face, and posted it, baby?” you say in a seductive tone. “yes,” matt says, looking away from his phone, slightly embarrassed. “that’s so hot, matt..” you say almost breathlessly. matt’s gaze goes back to his phone as you said that, a slight smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

“yeah, princess? you liked that?” matt says almost teasingly with a smirk plastered on his face. you bite your bottom lip and nod, then speak up. “wanna touch yourself while on facetime with me? i could tell you things, and show you things…” you trail off, a slight hint of hopefulness shadowing your voice.

matt’s eyes widen with that same smirk on his face — he feels his face heat up at your question. not saying a word, he nods, earning a smile from you.

“go to your desk, baby” you say softly, but slightly demanding. matt immediately stands up and sits on his gaming chair, propping his phone on his desk so you have view of his whole body.

“take your pants off” you demand. matt immediately tugs his pants down, leaving him in a t-shirt and boxers. “good boy” you say with a nod.

matt starts to palm himself through his pants, a soft, barley audible whimper escaping his lips. hearing him whimper makes you so turned on.

matt palms himself a little bit faster, his eyes locked on your face that wss watching him very closely. “ca- can i tak- take my boxers off… please?” matt begs in between breaths. “go ahead” you say with a nod, matt immediately rips his boxers off of his waist, now pooling at his feet.

his hand wraps around his dick, pumping slowly, eyes still locked on you who is watching him do all of this. so many thoughts were rushing through your mind, “he’s so fucking big,” “oh my god he just whimpered for ME”

matt throws head head back as he whimpers and moans from the pleasure, then looks back at your face, which is plastered with a smirk. “ca- can i-i cum? ple- please y/n.. so.. clo- close..” matt whines, desperation lacing his voice. his breathing shaky and his hair messily displayed on his forehead. “no. hold it.” you say, matt groans and bites his bottom lip, trying to hold in his release.

“goddd.. fuck, pleaseee y/n.. gotta cum so baaad.. shit” matt begs, he’s so close. he wants to be your good boy.

“go ahead.” you say with a nod, earning a loud groan from matt. one last pump of his hand on his dick, and cum spurts out his tip, coating his hand. he groans loudly as he comes down from his high, still staring at you. “good boy,” you say, pleased with what you just witnessed.

his breathing becomes slower and steady as he calms down, a small laugh escaping his lips. he pulls his boxers and pants up, and grabs a napkin, wiping his hand. “god, that was.. a lot” matt says, earning a laugh from you.

matt looks at his lap before looking back at his phone, “hey y/n?” he says slightly nervous. “yeah?” you say with a smile. “do you think… we could maybe do this again sometime?…” matt says hesitantly. you giggle and nod “i’d be down for that” you say, earning a soft shy smile from him. god you just love him.

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tags: @sturnluvs @chrisinsomnia @no1drpepperfan

(it won’t let me tag the other people on the taglist, i’m sorrryyyyyy)

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

thinking about thigh riding…

— been wanting to write this for a while and im on my period so needed to write this. also, I couldn’t decide which one of my bf’s to write for, so used ~him~ (check tags for characters)

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

18+ fem!reader, mdni

imagine the way he looks up at you, neck craned back with a soft smirk on his face. his low-hanging lids concentrating on your agape mouth, intensely studying the pleasure build on your face. him watching your brows knit and eyes flutter, watching the way shudder-like breaths slip past your puffed lips.

imagine his large masculine hands on your waist, holding and guiding your movements. encouraging you as you grind your naked self over his bare thigh.

imagine him focusing on your hard nipples, watching the tempting view as they move in a sway-like motion inches away from his face. how his top teeth would clamp on his bottom lip, physically restraining himself with flared nostrils, breathing heavily.

imagine the strained noises he'd make as he watches you, how he'd struggle to contain himself. how he wishes he could be inside of you right now, but he can't. not yet. all he can do is watch. watch you use him to get yourself off.

imagine his hands trailing over you, his fingers dragging along your warm skin, spread wide over your bare back to feel more of you.

imagine him caving in. how he'd harshly exhale before finally taking your perk nipple in his mouth. how he'd hungrily suck on them, kiss and caress them. how his big, manly hands would cup your perfect tits, how they'd fit so nicely in his palm. how he'd be so desperately delicate with them, rolling and kneading them with his eyes glued on your lips.

imagine him trailing open-mouth kisses from your tits and along your chest, all up the length of your neck. how he'd suckle and nibble on your throat, mumble sweet nothings against your heated skin.

imagine his low, gravelly voice as he praises you. how he whispers, "thatagirl, god— you look so pretty," as he leans further back in the chair, watching more of you. the gentle smirk on his face as his eyes dart over you. how you'd capture his full undivided attention, watching you in pure focus.

imagine his strong hands trailing back down to your waist, guiding you as you reach your everlonging high.

imagine the way he continues to praise you, how he can't help but compliment and encourage his pretty, perfect girl as she lets go. he'd whisper reassurances as you cum, saying, "that's it, honey. that's it— let go. go on, princess, keep going."

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** uhm, ignore all the looking and watching stuff for the matt tag. I couldn’t leave our bbg out, so had to tag him 😭

[blooming-violets]

For Inexperienced Smut Prompts

“I can’t believe you’re this innocent…”

With Andrew! Peter Parker x reader ❤️❤️❤️ !!!!!!

Not So Innocent || Inexperienced Smut Prompts

[tasm!Peter Parker x fem!virgin!reader]

Warnings: Alcohol use and depictions of being intoxicated, a lot of dry humping and fingering

A/N: I changed the quote just a tiny bit to “I didn’t know you were so innocent" because it fit better. Same vibes though.

You weren’t used to being dragged along to parties, especially one’s held in a large penthouse overlooking the city. The host of the party was a friend of a friend of a friend. At least, that’s what your roommate said. She desperately wanted to attend with her boyfriend but was too nervous to go without you. She promised to find you a date so you wouldn’t be third wheeling despite your claims that you’d rather not attend at all. Somehow she had managed to convince you to get dolled up in clothes that weren’t your own and make an appearance. You trailed behind her and her boyfriend as the three of you walked out onto the wrap around terrace. 

The night air was warm and the sounds of the heavy bass booming out of the speakers reverberated inside your heart. You couldn’t even make out what music was playing; it was too loud. You scrunched up your face in distaste, fidgeting with the bottom of the short skirt of your dress, and pushing your way next to your friend. 

“Is this really worth it?” You shouted over to her. 

She either couldn’t hear you over the noise or was choosing to ignore you, “Look! Over there!” 

She grabbed your hand and dragged you over to an elegant, glass table in the middle of the terrace. It was completely covered with different types of alcohol. You weren’t really educated well enough to be able to tell the difference between them all. She poured you something clear and shoved the cup into your hand. 

“Drink this!” She practically forced you to tilt the cup to your lips and held her hand under the bottom while you drained the contents. 

You were sputtering and gagging by the time it was finished, “That was horrible!”” 

“I know, it was pure vodka,” she laughed. “But it will get you loosened up.”

You felt like vomiting. She poured you something else. 

Her boyfriend leaned between the two of you to point over at someone. “Matty is over there. Why don’t you go talk to him?” 

You turned to see where he was pointing. Matt was the guy who was supposed to be your date tonight. He played college football with your roommate's boyfriend. You gave an unenthusiastic smile. That was supposed to be your cue to leave the two of them alone so they could enjoy their night as a couple. You weren’t sure what the point of your coming was. It wasn’t like your friend was planning on actually spending time with you. 

You reluctantly made your way over to Matt and gave him an awkward wave, “You’re Matt, right?” 

He nodded, “Yeah. My friend’s call me Matty, though.” 

“Great,” you replied. You weren’t a friend so you thought you’d stick with Matt. “Uhm, nice to meet you, I guess.” 

He looked you over, overtly eyeing up and down your body. You curled into yourself under his gaze and quickly started drinking whatever was in your cup. It tasted like bleach and lime. You did your very best not to make a face of disgust and keep drinking. 

“You’re supposed to be my date then?” He asked. 

“I guess,” you shuffled the toe of your foot against the ground. “Do you-”

He cut you off, “I was told you were really hot.” 

You laughed at that. It was a self deprecating, uncomfortable laugh. He was already heavily intoxicated, swaying on his feet. You wanted to go home. The forced smile faded from your face as you turned your sights to look out over the city. 

“Sorry to disappoint you,” you stated, feeling like shit. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him shrug, “Nah man. It’s cool. You’re still hot but, like, a prudish kind of hot. Like how the pastor’s daughter is always smokin’ hot but you know she’d never actually go down on you, so you don’t even try to bark up that tree, ‘cause it leads nowhere. Not really fuckable, ya feel me?” 

You didn’t feel him. You felt insulted for some reason. As if being called unfuckable by a drunk stranger was the worst thing you could ever be called. Matt was clearly looking for one thing tonight. He wanted someone easy. He took one look at you, uncomfortable in your roommates clothes, and could instantly tell you weren’t that kind of girl. She could dress you up but she couldn’t change your personality. You were self-conscious and fidgety. Even this dumb jock could see that. Before you could reply, Matt’s attention got pulled away by a group of giggling girls throwing heart eyes at him. He didn’t say a word as he stumbled away, already forgetting your entire existence. 

And, just like that, you were left alone at a party you didn’t want to be at. 

You finished the drink in your hand despite wanting to gag every time it touched your lips. You were already starting to feel the effects of the two drinks. You had never drank in your life so it didn’t take much to make you feel funny. Your skin sort of felt tingly and your thoughts were slow and lazy. Even though you were left on your own, you felt a sudden rush of happiness pushing away the shame. The music was starting to sound less terrible, too. It made you want to dance. You were beginning to feel invincible. Confident. Matty could go fuck himself. You were totally fuckable. You were hot. This dress was super sexy and slutty and short and you were an absolute babe with it on. You could do anything you wanted. You felt like if you stood up on these rooftop railings and jumped, you would simply sore away into the sky like a bird. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” 

A vaguely familiar voice popped up behind you before you had time to test your theory of flight. 

You turned around to come face to face with Peter Parker. He was your lab partner for biology. You two usually only ever spoke about class related topics but it was still nice to see a familiar face. You always found him to be very sweet. 

“I wouldn’t expect to see you here, either,” you responded with a big smile. 

Peter laughed, “I guess us nerds don’t usually get invited to rich people’s rooftop parties.” Once the words left his mouth, his eyes widened, afraid that he offended you. He quickly added, “Not that I think you don’t belong here! Or that you’re a nerd. You’re very pretty. Not that nerds can’t be attractive. That’s just a dumb stereotype. I think you’re really smart and you have a nice smile and you look really pretty tonight. Not that you don’t look pretty other days. And not that it matters what you look like. Or…well…I mean…I don’t remember what I was originally talking about…I think I’m drunk.”

The crimson blushing over his cheeks was incredibly endearing. You found yourself leaning in closer. You knew he was always handsome but, tonight, he looked beautiful. Radiant. Mesmerizing. 

You think you might be a little drunk, too. That first cup your friend made you chug was causing your thoughts to swim. The second cup only sealed the deal. 

“Thank you!” It was all that needed to be said. Also, because you sort of forgot what he was saying, too. You got distracted by the way his lips formed each word. They were lovely lips to look at. “I think…” 

His blush deepened and he hid behind the beer bottle in his hand as finished off the contents, “Do, uh, do you want to dance? With me, I mean. Or by yourself is fine too but I’d hope it was with me. That’s why I’m asking. For your hand. Not in marriage! To dance with.” 

You weren’t a dancer but you didn’t think Peter was either. That made you feel more confident in accepting his offer. 

“Okay,” you nodded, laughing at how he managed to out awkward you. 

He took the cup from your hands and put it onto the first table he saw along with his own empty beer. Then, he took your hand and pulled you inside, onto the dance floor that had been set up in the living room cleared of furniture. The feeling of your hand in his, the way he easily maneuvered you through the crowd, sent an excited, pulsating electricity shooting up your spine. Peter found a nice spot off to the edge of the crowd. There, you two could still enjoy the energy without being trampled on by all the sweaty bodies. 

An unspoken tension settled in the air between you and Peter. You were drawn to him. Captivated by him. You’d often spend the two hours of your lab huddled up close to his face while sharing a microscope but this felt different. Stronger. You couldn’t stop staring at the way his body moved. It might be the alcohol talking but he seemed to have a natural flow to his movements. You felt in sync with him. Your eyes shamelessly traveled down his body, much like Matt had done to you earlier. Only instead of feeling nervous like you had, Peter merely smirked, the smile flashing over his lips. Without his usual oversized sweatshirt, you could easily make out the strong muscles of his biceps as they pulled the sleeves of his t-shirt tight against his arms. You would have never guessed he was hiding those under there. 

You got lost in the music, loving it a million times more than when you first entered the party. You were moving, swaying, and bouncing along to the beat. Peter was right there with you like he was reading your mind, or reading your body, able to anticipate which way you were swaying and following your lead. The rest of the party faded around you as your eyes locked with Peter’s. It was just the two of you and the unfamiliar sensual tension clouding the air, growing thicker with each passing second. 

You were not a prude. You were not the preacher’s daughter. Matt could go fuck himself. He had no idea what you were like. All he did was take one look at you and thrust his own narrative on your shoulders. Yeah, maybe you were still a virgin, but you gave a guy a blow job. Once. In your senior year of high school. That qualifies you to be a part of a Non-Prude Club. Fucking Matty, that piece of shit. A big giant turd. That’s what he was. His brain had probably been hit one too many times during football anyway. You didn’t even think he was that attractive. Maybe he was the one who wasn’t fuckable? You bet he never thought of that!

Peter didn’t think you were a prude. He thought you were pretty and he wanted to dance with you. That means…well, it doesn’t mean much, but your vodka fueled brain was trying to connect some kind of dots together. Peter wanted to fuck you. That was probably it. Or maybe that was Matt who wanted to do that. Not Peter. You were getting them confused. 

No, no, Matt didn’t want to fuck you. Or he did but he didn’t think you would let him. 

And he was right. You wouldn’t have let him. He was kind of gross. 

But, Peter…

“Am I fuckable?”

His eyes widened, “Excuse me?”

“What?” Did you say that out loud? Shit. “I didn’t say anything!” 

His smile grew. He leaned down to speak directly into your ear, “Yes. You are.” 

Heat flooded your face. Holy shit. A nervous, intoxicated laugh tumbled from your lips. The song changed to a new track and your eyes lit up. 

“I know this one!” You excitedly bounced on the balls of your feet. 

“Everyone knows Britney Spears,” Peter laughed at your enthusiasm as I’m a Slave 4 U blasted out the speakers. 

Someone bumped into you from behind and sent you tumbling into Peter’s chest. He steadied you back onto your feet. Instead of moving away, you embraced the closeness, feeling bold, and wrapping your arms around his neck. His eyebrows raised, slightly taken off guard, but he quickly settled his hands comfortably around your waist. The electricity in the air heightened. You wanted Peter to touch you forever. There was not a single other person in this party except for him. You smiled up at him through hazy eyes. 

“I never drank alcohol before tonight,” you confessed. Something in his eyes felt safe, like you could tell him all your secrets and he wouldn’t tell another soul. He would keep you safe. A protector. “I don’t think I’m too drunk, though. I think I’m just happy. I could still totally drive a car.” 

That was a lie. You didn’t even have your license. It felt pointless when you grew up in the city. 

Peter chuckled. It was a nice sound. 

“I didn’t know you were so innocent,” he teased. “Never had a drop of anything before?”

You feigned a gasp at his comment, “I am not innocent! Why are people always assuming that about me tonight? What vibes am I giving off? My roommate told me these were some of her favorite slut clothes. Apparently they’re doing nothing to help my image.” 

“Oh, trust me, they are,” He nodded with appreciation for her tight fitting outfit. Then added, “You’re at a happy drunk level. Me too…but that might just be because you’re here with me.”

Your stomach tumbled with excited butterflies. With Britney Spears cheering you on, you pushed your body closer, brushing against his. As you swayed to her hypnotic beat, you purposely rubbed your hips into his. The moment you made contact, you felt his arousal. Solid and hard against you. 

You let out a tiny gasp, eyes widening in shock. You hadn’t been expecting that. That was because of you. You had given him that. You. Peter’s eyes had closed and his lips parted when you pushed against him. For a split second, it looked like he was going to let out a moan right there in front of everyone. His eyes shot open when he realized what was happening and a slew of slurred, bashful apologies tumbled out of him. Before he could get too embarrassed, you silenced him by repeating the movement. This time, locking eyes with him with a defiant stare, as you rubbed your pelvis over his erection as if you were daring him to stop you. 

You would show him you weren’t innocent. You would prove him wrong.

He licked his steadily drying lips and swallowed the lump in his throat. He was completely speechless, utterly in awe. This was a new side of you, one you hadn’t even known existed before tonight. A horny, needy side. It only took him until the chorus to snap out of his stunned daze. His hands traveled up your sides, curving around your waist, then traveling back down. He hovered over your butt, watching your reaction to see if you’d object. When all he got a quiet smirk urging him on, his large hands cupped your cheeks. You could feel your dress riding up your thighs as he squeezed you, bunching up the fabric. He pressed you closer, holding you tightly against his erection. You tightented your grip around his neck, smooshing your breasts against his chest, and feeling the flood of wetness rush to your core. 

I’m a slave for you. I cannot hold it, I cannot control it. I’m a slave for you. I won’t deny it, I’m not tryna hide it.

Britney was always right. You really were trying to have him dance up on you. You could not control it and you won’t deny it. Truer words had never been spoken. 

You felt weak. A good kind of weak. Like your knees might give out at any moment and your head was spinning but everything felt wonderful. A happy drunk. That’s what Peter had called it. Or a horny drunk. Maybe both. 

The more you held his gaze, the more attractive he became. You didn’t think that was possible but here you are. The flecks of sparkling light reflected off those beautiful hickory colored eyes. You were lost in them. Lost in his magnetic pull. His lips were centimeters from yours. He wanted to kiss you but he was letting you close the gap, giving you the choice. You took a shuddered breath and smashed your lips together. It might have been a little too eager and aggressive but Peter easily remedied your attack. He softened his lips and gently eased open your mouth with his tongue. The butterflies in your stomach turned to a frenzy at the feeling of his warm tongue gliding across yours. It reminded you of a dance. Much like your bodies were still pressed together and swaying to the music, your tongues were having their own party. 

When your breath became short, you carefully pulled yourself back with a dazed smile. 

Peter’s smile matched your own. The alcohol swam in vision, giving him adorable bleary eyes. He looked more relaxed than you had ever seen him. 

“Have you had your fill of dancing?” He asked once the song ended. 

You had forgotten you were even in a room full of people. You glanced around you, noticing Matt eyeing you from the other side of the room. He looked impressed, wondering if he had gotten the completely wrong impression of you. He raised his drink and winked in your direction as if to apologize for his own mistake. It made you giggle. You flipped him off with a smile. 

You turned back to Peter, the smile still lingering on your face. You were enjoying the tension between the two of you. You liked the dangerous excitement of rubbing up on Peter in the midst of a crowd. You were afraid of the moment ending if you left but your head was spinning and you needed some fresh air. 

“Let’s go back outside,” you offered. “The music is just as loud out there.”

Peter nodded in agreement. You had the feeling he would have gone anywhere you asked him to. He took your hand and tugged you towards the terrace. The entire glass wall opened up to make a seamless transition from the inside of the penthouse to the out. The night air felt cool in your throat. It helped soothe the pounding heartbeat in your chest. A coiled up excitement resided in the pit of your stomach from your adventures on the dancefloor. You wanted more. 

Peter pushed his way to the corner. It was the one place the lights failed to reach. It felt like a very purposeful spot to bring you. He turned around, leaning against the railing, and studying you with burning, passion filled eyes. His gazed forced your own downward, like he was a blazing fire, too bright and hot to stare at for too long. Except now you were now looking directly at what had been pressed against you. 

His dark, skinny jeans left little to the imagination. While the stiff material kept him from achieving his full potential, the bulging outline over his inner thigh was more than enough to get the idea of what he was working with. Truthfully, you had no idea what was considered large or small when it came to dicks. Like with alcohol, your knowledge was limited. But Peter looked quite big to you. He was clearly very excited to be in your presence. That was the nice thing about men. You could always tell when they were attracted to you. You were enjoying the power it made you feel. You felt sexy. Fuckable. 

You had been staring at it for too long. You needed to avert your eyes back to his face. 

When you finally forced your gaze back where it belonged, Peter was smirking at you. He had enjoyed watching you get lost in the sight. He liked knowing that his body was showing you how attractive he found you. He wanted you to know. It wasn’t a secret. Before you could allow yourself to be embarrassed, you twirled around, letting your skirt flare up around your thighs and started dancing again to the music. The perfect distraction. He caught you in his grasp, spinning you away from him, and then pulling you close. He was more suave than you gave him credit for. He might actually have some decent moves. 

You turned around in his hold, leaning your back against his chest. Peter’s arms naturally snaked around your waist to hold you to him. He tightened the hold so your bottom was rubbing once more against his bulge as you lazily swayed back and forth. Your dancing was more of a  gentle rubbing at this point but you didn’t mind. Whatever kept you locked to Peter was okay in your eyes. You wanted to keep him excited. 

His face leaned down, his cheek brushing against your hair, and you heard him inhale the scent of light, floral perfume. You could have sworn you felt his bulge twitch. You had to refrain from squeezing your own thighs together at the thought. Tingly, hot sensations were flooding your core. The need to thrust your hips or rub yourself on something was becoming stronger. 

You swore Peter could sense the subtle change in your breath because, as if he knew how aroused you were getting, his hands started to travel. They slid down your thighs until they reached the bottom of your dress, gliding the material through his fingers. 

“I’ve never seen you wear a dress like this before,” he breathed, voice ragged, in your ear. “I like it.” 

Your ears felt like they were burning, your chest was tight, your toes wanted to curl in your flats. All from the sound of his voice. Of course he had never seen you wear a dress like this. The only other time he saw you was in your early morning lab. He was used to your oversized cardigans, comfy leggings, and a permanent sleepy expression. 

His hand slipped under the loose hem of the dress. He hesitated, testing the waters to see if you’d say something, when no objects came he glided over your underwear to rest on your bare hips. The back of your skirt lifted with his wrists to expose the bottom cheeks of your butt. You could feel him lean back enough to get a quick look. He seemed to like what he saw because he almost immediately ground his hips against you. 

You couldn’t stop the gasping moan that fell from your lips. Your body felt alive. You could feel the jolt of electricity shoot from your nipples down to your clit. You pushed back, grinding your bottom into his erection. You had no idea what had gotten into you but you couldn’t stop. His obvious arousal only fueled your own spreading fire. 

Even your nipples were painfully erect. Your friend had assured you that this dress had a built in bra and you wouldn’t need to wear one. That was a load of bullshit because it was obvious how hard your nipples were poking out. Your breath was becoming labored. You were in the middle of a rooftop party, actively grinding on your lab partner, and drunk on whatever the hell energy Peter was giving off. It wasn’t even the alcohol that was making you act like this. It was all Peter Parker. 

You turned in his grasp, throwing your arms around his neck, and finding his lips. He fell back against the railing with your sudden enthusiasm. He managed to keep himself from falling and slid his leg between yours. Without even thinking about it, you rested your core against his thigh. The wetness seeping into your underwear was now blatantly evident to you. Give it a minute and Peter would surely become aware of it, too. 

His hands roved hungrily over your body without any more hesitation. You opened your mouth, letting in his tongue, as he fervently attacked your lips. You angled your hips downward and thrust them against his jeans. Your aching clit screamed in pleasure at the delicious friction. Peter was back under your skirt and cupping your bottom. He helped push you along, easing the aid of you grinding against his thigh. 

His mouth left yours to leave sloppy, wet kisses along your cheek and down your neck until he found a spot he liked. He suctioned his lips to a pulse point and began sucking and nipping at your soft skin. Your eyes rolled back, mouth parted, at how wonderful it felt. A mix of pain and pleasure. He was bruising your neck, claiming you as his own with a visible mark. You let him dominate you, manipulate you however he pleases. You were his. A slave for Peter Parker. 

When he slowly pulled back from your neck, a trail of saliva connected your skin to his bottom lip. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the corner of his lips tugging into a satisfied smile as he admired his work. It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen in your entire life. 

“Do you need a break?” He whispered, his voice hardly heard above the obnoxious techno music now playing. 

You swallowed. You probably should stop. You should probably slow down. You were getting too lost in your own feelings. But you shook your head “no”. You didn’t want him to stop. You didn’t want to have to pull yourself away from him. 

“I told you,” you whispered back, resting your forehead against his. “I’m not innocent.” 

“Are you sure about that?” He asked, the amusement coating his voice. “If I dragged you into the nearest coat closet right now, what would you do?” 

You didn’t hesitate in your reply, lust dripping with every syllable, “I would let you touch me however you wanted.” 

That was it.

Peter shoved his way past any person who stood in his way. He lead you through the crowd, swerving and weaving between sweaty bodies. The penthouse was huge. The first door he opened was the bathroom but it left too much probability of someone potentially needing to use it. The next was a guest bedroom. That one was already taken. The three people inside of it weren’t too pleased to see two more show up unannounced. The third was nearest to the elevator. It was a narrow, walk-in closet filled with fancy coats and shoes. 

“Jackpot,” Peter muttered under his breath. 

He pushed you inside and shut the door behind him. It was decently sound proofed in here with all the jackets. The music instantly muffled into the distance. You tugged on a gold chain hanging from the ceiling to flick on a single bulb. It wasn’t much light but it was enough. You turned to face Peter, the spell from outside starting to crack as the nerves set in. You might not have been entirely truthful when you told him you’d let him touch you however he wanted. The thought of losing your virginity in a closet wasn’t exactly how you envisioned it. 

Peter’s smile softened when he caught the apprehensive glint in your eye. He reached out his hand and tugged you close to him as he leaned against the door, making sure no one could enter. He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Remember when I told you were fuckable earlier?” He asked. 

You nodded. 

“Well,” he continued. “I didn’t mean to imply that you were nothing more than a quickie in a stranger’s closet. I hope it didn’t come off that way and that was the impression you got. This might have gotten a little out of hand. We might have gotten a bit carried away.” He took a step away from the door so you could leave if you wanted to. “If you want to go, it’s okay, I won’t stop you. I had enough fun tonight to last me a lifetime. Just being able to dance with you made my day.” 

You gave him a light shove, pushing him back in front of the door to act as a human lock, taking back control, “I never said anything about leaving.” You took a deep breath, being brave, and trying to advocate for exactly what you wanted from him. “What I said still stands. You can touch me however you want but just with your hands. Okay?” You trailed a finger down his forearm, grazing over his wrist, and locking fingers with him. “If you want to go, it’s okay, I won’t stop you.”  

His smile grew when you repeated his own sentiment back to him. To help build back up the same electric energy from outside, you pressed closer to him and grazed your breasts against his chest, letting him feel how erect your nipples were. He tenderly cupped your cheeks with his large hands and captured your lips with his.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time,” he mumbled against your lips. His kiss was slower than the other two like he was really savoring the moment. You felt special. Wanted. Beautiful and sexy all at the same time. The way he worshiped your lips made you feel like the only woman left in the world. Maybe you were. Maybe nothing existed outside of this closet. All that was left was you and Peter. 

“Mmph,” was all you could manage back. Very articulate. 

And, just like that, you were back under the Parker spell. 

His hands made a slow descent away from your cheeks. They traveled down your neck, pausing for his long fingers to gently wrap around it, making you feel small inside his grasp. They brushed over your shoulders, toying with the thin straps to your dress, inching them to the side until they fell down the slope of your arm. The back of his fingers traced over the swell of your breast, letting the hard nub of your nipple feel every bump as he dragged each of his four fingers slowly over it. He was taking his time, carefully watching your every move and listening for every hitch of your breath. He was treating you like a precious piece of art that was meant to be admired and painstakingly inspected under a magnifying glass so as not to miss any precious details. 

The pooling wetness between your thighs caused your soaked through underwear to cling uncomfortably to you. You wished you could remove them but still felt too nervous to make any moves and distract Peter from his work. You stood still as a statue, lids half closed, as he molded his hand to your breast. Your eyes gazed up at him, helpless under his touch, the sounds of your heavy breaths the only thing you were now able to hear. 

A quiet moan whined in your throat when he pinched your nipple through your dress, capturing it between the knuckles of his middle and pointer finger. He shuddered at the sound, giving a sharp inhale. He wanted to hear it again. His free hand wrapped around your thigh to close the miniscule gap between your hips. He thrust his hips forward, rubbing himself against you, as he molded your breast in his hand.

“Can-” he breathed. “Can I?” 

His fingers slipped into cups of your dress, starting to tug them down to imply what he was asking, and pausing to look to you for confirmation. You gave a silent nod. 

Peter nearly stopped breathing as he tugged the top half of your dress down to reveal your naked breasts. His eyes were alive with flames while he took in the new sights. He tenderly cupped under your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, watching as your flesh melded to his touch. His mouth opened and closed a few times, like he was begging to capture your nipple between his lips, but he stuck to the “only hands” rule, using his thumb to flick over it instead. 

Your hardly audible moans hit his ear. The sound must have awoken something in him because he responded to it with a whimper of his own. You glanced down to his crotch. His erection was thicker than before. It looked painfully locked up behind the confines of his jeans. You wanted to unleash it, let it be free, but you were too scared to take that leap. 

Peter didn’t seem to care about what his cock was feeling. He was too focused on losing himself in your body. He was more of a giver and a taker, you could tell. His hand still gripping onto your hip started to get more daring. You felt him sliding closer to your core. His fingers traced over the elastic band of your underwear, circling around the tiny, ribbon bow adorning the top. If you had known this was how you would end up tonight, you would have bought something sexier. That concern immediately flew from your thoughts as his fingers slipped between your thighs. His palm rested over your mound while the pads of his finger tips traced along the drenched material. His ragged inhale was all you needed to know to understand how turned on that feeling made him. 

“You’re so wet,” he growled in your ear. 

“Mm,” you croaked out, eyes closed. Words were no longer something your brain had access to. 

You bit your bottom lip the harder he pressed your panties against your slit. The thin cotton material was the only thing holding him back from entering you. 

Peter lifted his other hand to brush under your chin. He lifted your head so you were forced to look up at him. You pried your eyes open, staring at him through heavy lids. Your mouth hung open to accommodate your panting breaths. He locked eyes with you, looking into your soul, as he slipped the wet fabric to the side. 

You gave a silent, wide eyed cry when his finger grazed over your bare slit. Your stomach seized, nearly doubling you over, in excitement. You felt your folds open to his touch. His leg resting between yours nudged your ankle, telling you to spread your legs open a little wider for him. You clutched onto the front of his shirt, grabbing a fistful of it into your grasp. Without it, you felt like you might collapse. The look of lust etched into his features caused you to nearly orgasm on the spot. Your body was trembling, craving more, nodding your head as if that would make Peter work faster instead of slowly dragging everything out at a crawling pace. 

He leaned down, whispering in your ear, “I’m going to make you cum for me.” 

That nearly did it. You whimpered, letting your eyes close again. Peter tugged your underwear down your legs. They stopped at your knees, the width at which you were standing not allowing them to go any further. It was enough. His hand cupped between your thighs, rubbing you, teasing you. You grind your hips, thrusting your clit against his palm. He gave a soft chuckle, enjoying how desperate you had become. 

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” he mumbled to himself. 

His long fingers moved gently on you, caressing your wetness, feeling how easily they slid through the slickness you were creating for him. All for him. He continued to simply feel you until you gazed back up at him. He was waiting for your eye contact. Your heart was pounding, waiting for the inevitable, and surrendering yourself over to him. The moment you locked on, he eased his middle finger between your parted lips while his thumb brushed slow circles around your clit. It was the first time a man’s finger had ever touched your sex. You felt the pressure, felt the fear, felt the excitement and the slight searing of pain at how tight you were. You whined as the pain and pleasure mixed to create an intense, swirling storm deep in your sex. Your pussy felt like it was sucking him in, trying to eat him whole, the deeper he sank into you. 

You clung to the front of his shirt, balled up fists, and tears spiking in your eyes. It felt so good. More intense than anything you’d ever felt. You’d touched yourself before but Peter was different. Better. You were sharing the moment, giving up control, and letting someone else learn the intimate details of your body. Your legs were shaking. Your knees felt weak. 

You buried your head into Peter’s neck as he started a steady, slow rhythm of easing his finger half way in and out of you. He focused most of his attention on servicing your throbbing clit. He could tell you were a virgin, he could tell how tight you were squeezing him, and he wanted to go as slow as possible so as not to hurt you. Even a single finger felt like it was filling you up. You were moaning against his neck, whimpering, whining, beginning for more. Your hips worked with each small thrust of his finger, trying to push it deeper. You thrust your clit against his thumb. Your body was taking over as you tumbled towards a climax. 

Peter’s lips were pressed against your ear. He whispered quiet words of encouragement, urging you on, praising you, comforting you. The night was all starting to meld together. The slutty dress, vodka, the obnoxiously loud music, how easily Matt rejected you with nothing more than a few words, finding Peter, dancing together, Britney Spears, the passionate terrace make out, the closet and how sweet Peter had been to quell your obvious fears, the way his finger felt so big inside of you. The entire night was swirling around your thoughts. A tornado building inside your brain. Ready to wipe out anything it touched. 

“That’s it,” Peter whispered over your pathetic whines. “There you go. Cum for me. You’re right there. Let it go. Let it happen.” 

You gave a sharp cry as light exploded in your vision. The tornado tore straight through you, ripping your mind from your body. You were floating in the air. High above everything else. You had no control of the way your body jerked and spasmed, held tightly against Peter’s chest. You’d never experienced an orgasm this powerful. It would have brought you straight to your knees had Peter not been holding you upright. 

He wrapped his arms around you, tracing his fingers over your back and up your neck. He soothed you with a quiet humming until your mind came crashing back down to earth. You were shaking, shivering, eyes glued closed. Peter was your one tether to cling on to. He kept you grounded as you let the tornado fade off into the distance. 

When you finally managed to get your bearings once more, you took a shaky step back from him. He kept his arms outstretched in case he needed to suddenly catch you if you decided to crumble. You shrugged the straps of your dress back up and adjusted the chest so your breasts were back to being concealed. 

Peter had given you a gift you didn’t even know you were looking for. You wanted to repay the favor but you didn’t think your body could handle anything more tonight. Instead, you slipped the underwear still clinging around your knees down to your ankles. You carefully stepped out of them. He watched in a silent curiosity as you closed the gap between you two, stuffing them into the pocket of his jeans. 

“To give you something to remember me by,” you stood on your tippy toes, planting a kiss on his cheek. A sweet, innocent kiss. 

He looked at you with an awe, loved filled gaze as you pushed open the closet door and stumbled into the hallway. 

When he didn’t follow, you glanced over your shoulder with a sly smirk, “Well? Are you coming?” 

[zimt-deathnote]

I just had an idea, based on that art you did of Matt and Mello babysitting. what if they have to take care of some kids at a pool? I imagine Matt would be the sort who'd get the kids to jump into his arms from the pool side while Mello desperately tries to get them to put on some sunscreen in the shade so they don't burn haha (also I hope you're having a wonderful day!)

YEAH SO UHM I might've been a little overeager with this one haha Enjoy some pool sketches post-canon with bratty kids 8D

Mello for sure holds a lengthy monologue about skin-cancer and melanomas and the kid later asks his mom what Mello-gnomes are.

They both need to work through some body issue hurt cause the kids comments did more damage than they're willing to admit. Mello's like "I'm an ex-mafia boss - as if the words of a little kid hurt me" but they did.

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[bubblexkitty]

My shy boy- m.s

Pᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: shy!matt X Fem!reader

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🤎Sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: while exchanging storys about your days matt gets extremely distracted and nervous when it was your turn to talk

🤎Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: none i think. Pet names?

N͟O͟T͟ p̲r͟o͟o͟f͟ r͟e͟a͟d͟!̲!̲

𝑀𝐴𝑇𝑇 𝑆𝐴𝑇 𝑂𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝐷𝐺𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐵𝐸𝐷，awkwardly playing with his hands as he rambled on about something Nick and Chris did earlier that day that had angered him. His hands waved animatedly as he spoke, clearly upset, his voice a steady mix of confidence and amusement.

You were sitting cross-legged, leaning against the headboard, pillows pressed comfortably against your back, and a soft blanket draped over your legs. You nodded along to Matt’s words, letting him vent as the golden glow of the fairy lights wrapped around your room cast a warm light over both of you. He seemed perfectly at ease—until he looked up and caught you watching him.

“What?” he asked softly, his hands freezing mid-gesture as his voice faltered.

You shrugged, pulling your knees up to your chin and resting your head on them. “Nothing… Keep going, baby, I’m listening.”

Your words threw him off for a moment, but he quickly cleared his throat and recovered, picking up where he left off. “Oh, uh—right. So, then Nick thought it’d be a good idea to prank Chris by—”

He trailed off again, his confidence visibly crumbling when he caught you smiling. The slight twitch of your lips seemed way too sweet for his sanity.

“Why are you looking at me like that…?” he muttered, his voice shaky.

“Like what?” you asked, your soft smile fading slightly as you furrowed your brows and tilted your head.

“Like…” He waved his hands vaguely in the air, struggling to describe it before slumping back onto the bed with a defeated sigh. “Never mind.”

At his dramatic response, you giggled, clearly amused. “Okay, okay, Matt. Keep going.”

He nodded and tried his best (keyword: tried), but your giggles and the lingering smile on your face completely threw him off track. He stuttered and stumbled through the rest of his story, desperately avoiding eye contact. By the time he finished, he let out a relieved sigh, slumping back onto the bed.

“Wow, Matt,” you teased, raising your brows in surprise at his rant. “You really hate Nick sometimes, huh?”

Matt chuckled nervously, still not meeting your gaze. “No… I-I don’t hate him. I just…” He sighed. “He’s just Nick.”

You stifled a giggle. “Fair,” you replied with a smile. “Anyway, something funny happened to me today too—”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked quickly, his hands already fiddling with the sleeves of his “𝐹𝑅𝐸𝑆𝐻 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸” hoodie. “W-What happened?”

You launched into your story, your voice light and feminine, and Matt immediately knew he was in trouble.

He tried to listen—he really did—but every single word made his chest tighten. He was hyper-aware of everything about you: the way your voice softened ever so slightly, the way you glanced at him with those stunning eyes to gauge his reaction, the way your smile lingered just a little too long. It was all so overwhelming.

By the time you finished, Matt wasn’t even sure what you had been talking about. You raised a brow, leaning forward slightly as you waited for his response. “Well…? What do you think, Matt?”

His brain blanked entirely. “Uh—I—uhm…” He swallowed hard, his face heating up so fast he thought he might spontaneously combust. “Sorry—what was the question again?”

“Matt,” you said, amusement and disbelief mixing in your tone. “Babe, were you even listening?”

“What? Y-Yeah, totally!” he lied, his voice cracking painfully on the last word.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Jesus Christ, you’re such a bad liar.”

“I’m not lying!” he protested, his voice an octave higher than usual.

Your laughter filled the room, making his stomach flip. “You’re impossible,” you teased, watching as his face turned an even deeper shade of red.

You smiled, admiring him—the soft blush on his cheeks, the way his curly brown hair framed his face perfectly. He was so… majestic.

“Why are you so shy all of a sudden, huh?” you teased, your smile never faltering.

“I’m not shy,” he muttered defensively, though the way he avoided your gaze and tugged on his hoodie sleeve said otherwise.

“Matt, you’re literally blushing, baby,” you said, leaning in slightly.

“I’m not!” he blurted, but the redness creeping up his neck betrayed him.

You smiled again, reaching out to gently tug at the sleeve he was fidgeting with. “You’re so adorable… You know that?”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, he stared at you, completely frozen. Then, with a groan, he covered his face with his hands. “Stop. Please stop. I can’t do this.”

Your laughter filled the room, warm and carefree, as Matt sank further into himself, mumbling incoherently behind his hands.

“Matt,” you said softly, noticing the soft sniffles coming from him. Your smirk dropped, instantly replaced with concern. “Hey, Matt… What’s going on, baby?” you asked, grabbing his forearm and rubbing it comfortingly.

He whined softly into his hands before wiping his eyes. At your touch, he softened slightly, his voice breaking as he mumbled, “Jus’… This is so embarrassing. I look weak.”

You pouted, your heart breaking a little at his confession. “Matt,” you said gently, leaning in closer. “You don’t look weak. You’re amazing, okay? And you never have to try so hard with me. I love you just the way you are.”

He peeked at you through his fingers, his eyes glossy and cheeks still burning. “You mean it?” he asked quietly.

“Of course,” you said firmly, smiling as you placed your hand on his arm. “And I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

For a moment, he stared at you, his mouth slightly open as if searching for words. Then, with a soft groan, he rolled onto his side, burying his face in your shoulder

“Thanks,” he mumbled, his voice muffled.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. “Anytime.”

ᴀ/ɴ: i have a love hate relatuonship with this fic lol. Lmk what uguys think🤎

[thecherubangel]

❥𝘎𝘢𝘻 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢

«𝘊𝘞 - 𝘖𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘙𝘶𝘵, 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘻»

Gaz is the youngest in the task force. He’s around 25-27. Young alphas are known for having minimal control over their instincts and thinking with their dicks but I think Gaz is different. I feel like Gaz would have a hard time controlling his instincts but I don’t think he’d force himself on you like most young alphas do. He’d remove himself from any situation where he feels his instincts going wild. He’ll lock himself in the training room and beat the shit out of the punching bag or any poor rookie who wants to spar at that moment. Gaz isn’t violent by any means, he tries any other route than violence when he can but when it comes to his instincts he can’t think of anything else to do. He usually goes to either Price or Soap for advice on how to handle himself so he doesn’t scare you away or does something he’ll regret.

Gaz isn’t possessive, honest. He’s just…anxious. He’s anxious around other alphas when it comes to him, specifically alphas his age. He knows about the instincts and the thoughts that go through their minds, especially when there’s a pretty omega around. He doesn’t wanna subject you to that and therefore, it seems like he’s possessive.

During your heats in genuinely tries to get the farthest away from you. You need anything? He’ll send Soap or Price to get it for you. Price eventually sits Gaz down and gives him the rundown on how to handle you during your heats and if Gaz asks he may give him medicine to help make his instincts lessen. Even then…when you bat those pretty lashes at him and spread your legs like that…he can’t control himself.

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A loud whine leaves you the moment Gaz comes into your room.

“Alright, I got your crisps and your soda. I uh…I see you uhm…you have your favorite tv show on. That’s good…” Kyle’s voice wavers slightly as he sees you sitting so cutely in your nest. Surrounded by your plushies, that thin tank top sticking to your skin as you sweat. Your sweet pheromones going straight to his dick-

No! Kyle calm yourself!

He clears his throat as he sits on the edge of your bed.

“Here, angel.”He says as he pushes the chips and soda into your open arms. You immediately huff.

“Nooo…Gaz…want you.” You whimper so sweetly. Shit, your voice was music to his ears.

“Love, you need to eat somethin-“ Gaz is cut off by you crawling into his lap and kissing him. Fuck it, if you wanted him, who is he to deny you?

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When young alphas are in heat, they tend to get more possessive, territorial, and aggressive towards everyone. Gaz doesn’t want to subject you to that. He knows that his self control can only do so much before he caves and puts you in the mating press, so, to combat this he has you do random errand for him. Call it a wild goose chase but it works. Your scent can’t bother him if you’re half way across base asking Soap random ass questions…

Then it dawns on him. The little side quests he sends you on often requires you to talk to other people…other men…other alphas…

Hell no! You’re his omega! No one else’s! You can’t talk to them and you can’t be near them!! Your body is his to hold, your eyes are his to look into, that laugh is his to hear, those imperfections are his to kiss, those hands are his to hold-

Fuck it. He needs you. He needs you desperately. Fuck trying to keep you away. You’re his and he’s gonna commit your body to memory as his dick slowly batters your insides.

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“Wait- Kyle! What about those questions-“

“Doesn’t matter anymore.” Kyle says gruffly as he holds you bridal style, heading toward his room.

“But they seemed important-“

“They weren’t, I can ask them later. I just need you.” He says as he pushes the door open and lays you on the bed. God your eyes…so gorgeous as you look up at him like that. His dick strains in his sweatpants as he stares down at your body. Nothing else matters except you. He needs you.

[sturnxies]

.° ༘ within these walls .° ༘

Synopsis: After a long day at the beach with Nick and Chris, you head to the bathroom to change, trying to shake off your annoyance with Matt. You’ve never gotten along—he’s cocky, irritating, and always seems to have a snarky comment ready just for you. But when you step out, Matt’s waiting, and before you can say anything, he drags you into his room. What starts as another argument quickly turns into something far more heated, leaving you both questioning where the line between hate and desire really lies.

Warnings: Smut, enemies-to-lovers vibes, explicit sexual content, tension, rough dynamics (consensual), swearing, mutual pining disguised as hatred.

tgs - dividers from @bernardsbendystraws

you walk into the bathroom of the triplets house, in the hallway of Matt’s room. the sound of silence heard other than nick and chris talking in the living room. walking out of the room, a familiar hand pulls you in the opposite direction. it was Matt. pulling you into his bedroom.

“Matt!?” you gasped, before Matt covers your mouth. “not now.” Matt grumbles, pushing you to sit on his bed. Matthew locks the door, turning to you. he locked eyes with you, palming his cock through his pants. you stare in shock not knowing what to do.

Matt whimpers before pulling his sweatpants and boxers down. falling to his ankles. his length being exposed. fully jerking off to the sight of you. “Matt!- oh..- uhm..” you managed to speak through shock. Matt stepped closer to you, before pinning you to the bed. both hands above you head.

you were completely helpless under his stripped body. Matt teased, slowly pulling your clothes off. he got to your wet panties, chuckling. “all wet for me?..hm..” he commented. “please..please Matt..” you beg. “what, ma?” Matt pondered.

“please..i need you.” you urged. matt looked you in the eyes. Seeing how desperate you really were. “you’re going to take it. like a good girl.” he stated. watching you nod out of dedication. his hands made their way to your hips. his cock teasing your entrance.

“matt please..” you whimpered, before gasping as he lined him self up, entering your slit. slowly thrusting before picking up the pace with your muffled moans. your hands claw his back as he sighs in pleasure. “fuck..” matt moans, slowing his pace.

muffled moans and whimpers of pleaser slip from both of you. “holy -shit..” matt sputtered, groaning at how you tightened around him as clapping noises surrounded you two.

“m-matt” you choked, small whimpers still coming from your mouth. “yes, baby?” he sympathized. “matt..i-im close..please” you plead, your moans getting louder. “a few more minutes, princess.” he whispered with a low groan.

Minutes go by of you begging and pleading before you reached your breaking point. releasing your warm liquid, covering his bed and his cock. “you did so good baby..” he appealed, before pulling out of you. a small whimper coming from both of you.

matt is kneeling infront of your trembling body. he gets up, getting a towel. cleaning you up. earning a quiet hum from you. matt puts your clothes on for you, and his. but doesn’t let you go quiet yet. he lays next to you, pulling you into his arms. kissing the top of your head.

you made low hums as a response to his actions. “please don’t go..” matt whines, pulling you closer. “matt..I have to..” you groan back as a reply. “fine..” matt sasses. letting you go. you walk to the door of his room.

you look back at him before leaving, as if saying “I’ll come back” causing him to smile as you leave the room. you walk back into the living room. Nervous you were heard.

“what took you so long in there?” chris questioned, nick nodding and agreeing. “oh..!nothing..” you lie. “hm..okay..” nick speaks with suspicion as you sit on the couch. “me and matt just..had a conversation” you mutter, loud enough for them to hear. “oh really?” chris asks.

“yeah..we worked things out..” you answered. “finally..” chris sighs out of relief. “I’m sick of you two arguing every time you come over!” nick jokes. “mhm” you hum awkwardly. “something wrong?” Chris suspects, looking you up and down. “n-no..im fine!” you reassure. “okay..” nick says making sure to keep an eye on you.

what the fuck is this 🏃‍♀️anyways love u bye

[sturnzyolo]

Shadows

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing, a little eerie scenery, crying, stress, angst, bullying mention, comfort, anxiety, first person pov, and slight obsession (anything else will be added in later parts)

Summary: reader feels a significant connection to a particular classmate of hers, her teacher's favorite student. One day, when on her way home, she hears something.

PART 3

sorry for the break on writing this! the series will end in part 4 most likely 🤍

Y/N POV

I didn't see Matt for the rest of the day after that class, we never did since Calculus was our only shared period. The day seemed normal maybe a bit more boring than usual since a few of my friends weren't at school, but it was finally over.

Everyday after school I would walk from the sidewalk away from school, through a small forest path, and over to my house back on the sidewalk.

The forest was always eerie, but this time was far different. I heard soft cries as I walked through, the sun beaming through the trees. The cries grew closer as I approached.

I noticed the cries were coming from inside the forest, which I never dared to go through since I was always scared from horror stories. I felt terrible if I just left, but what if it was a trap?

I decided to slowly hide behind trees to follow the noise, once I got closer to the sound I squinted to find the reason. On top of a rock was a person

I recognized the clothing, my brain worked to figure out who I had seen with that clothing. til my eyes widened when I realized who

Matt.

I slowly tore my feet from the bushes and walked over slowly, not making much sound so I wouldn't scare him. Once I was right near him, I noticed his face shoved into his hands, his glasses on the ground with a crack through the left lense. His cries were soft, his button up was dirty, his hair was messy. I felt terrible, like my heart had dropped just seeing the image.

"Matt?" I said softly as I dropped my bookbag behind me right near his that had seemed throw and discarded.

His cries seemed to have hitched along with his breath, like he was embarrassed.

"Hey it's okay I'm not going to judge you, what happened?" I said in a shivery voice as I placed a hand to tear his hands off his face gently

"Wait please I don't want you to see me like this." He whined and tightly covered his face

"Come on I saw you earlier, it's okay Matt. I'm here for you" I said soothingly as I sat next to him on the large rock

"I look pathetic y/n" he mumbled with a break of his voice

"Please" I pleaded so I'd be able to try and comfort him

He sighed, his breath sounded shivery and panicked with anxiety as he tore his hands away and looked at the ground shamefully

I gently placed my hand under his chin to lift up his face, my face faltering as I brought his up, just to see his pained look and tearful face

"Matt.." I said in a pained voice as I cleaned off the tears from his face "Please tell me what happened, I can't leave you like this. Is it the same reason you were crying before?" I asked desperately

"Well n-no not fully" he spoke quietly "Uhm earlier it wasn't as bad." he sounded shameful

"What wasnt?" I asked with a head tilt and knitted eyebrows

"People. When you um left the class in calculus everyone looked at me like I was stupid, giving me glares and someone was talking about me and i heard it. they said i should've left instead of you, that nobody wanted me there if I couldn't even answer a simple question even though Mr. Robinson is easy on me." He explained

I nodded giving him my full attention "Don't listen to them, you just got caught by surprise, besides Mr. Robinson always goes for me, I would've been sent down by him today either way. Those kids are idiots don't take their looks to heart, their judgy highschoolers. So how did it get worse?" I swallowed harshly, preparing to hear the worst part

"Uh well, I was just walking in the hall and people kept staring at me, I felt like I couldn't walk or look anywhere without someone's eyes stabbing at me. People kept giggling and talking. Then some guy came up to me at the end of the day, saying to stay away from you, and that I'm pathetic for believing you would l-like me." He said in painful huffs of air

"What? why would they think that?" I said in shock

"Because he saw you walk me back to class after the bathroom thing, and he did that too." He pointed to the glasses on the ground

"How'd he.." I looked down at the broken glasses

"He grabbed them from my face and threw them to the ground before pushing me and leaving it on the ground. I tried to fixed the crack, but it just kept breaking." He looked down at his fingers again, picking up his hand to bite his finger nails

I quickly grabbed his hand to push it down "Hey don't do that alright? I'm here. Look he's pathetic, if anything. You're not pathetic at all. He seems like he was just jealous and everyone else is just stupid and nosy. I'm sorry about your glasses Matt, I can help you get new ones." I said as I slowly put my hand ontop of his

"Its okay, it's not your fault. I'm used to people staring and talking about me, but I don't know." He breathed out shallowly "I just didn't want to seem like an idiot to you."

"To me? Why?" I asked

"Because y/n you're smart, pretty, and really sweet to me for no reason, sometimes you stare and I get scared you're judging me but you're the only person that really talks to me other than my brothers." He explained

"Thank you Matty, but you're smart and equally as sweet. I never judge you I swear, I guess sometimes I just wondered why Mr. Robinson favored you and hated me, that's all. I would never make fun of you, I actually just wanted to get to know you.." My tone was nervous as I admitted my thoughts for the past time of calculus class.

"R-really you did?" His voice sounded shocked like he didn't expect it.

"Yeah, I mean it, I've always found you interesting, sorry if that sounds weird but I liked that you're not like everyone else."

Matt looked at me with puffy red eyes, which broke my heart even more

"Can I hug you?" he asked under his breath as he looked into my eyes

"Yeah of course" I smiled softly and got up. He got up right after me as I wrapped my arms loosely over his shoulders around his neck, he wrapped his arms around my waist respectfully.

"Thank you" he spoke in a whisper as he leaned his head onto my shoulders

"Always" I paused "Matt" I said in a breath as we let go slowly

"What is it?" he asked curiously, his voice becoming a bit louder

"Would you, um, want to hang out, maybe?" I asked shyly, I didn't know if he would reject me or find me crazy since we've barely talked til today

he smiled lightly "I'd like to, yeah" he replied

"Great, how's tomorrow after school, we can go to the beach if you'd like, it's getting warmer out." I offered as I slowly kneeled down and grabbed his glasses

"Mhm, yeah the beach is fine, thank you y/n" he blushed a bit which I noticed as I handed back the pair of glasses

"Maybe after we could get you a new pair" I giggled trying to lighten the mood more

he nodded before we hugged once more "I'll see you tomorrow then, thank you again y/n for everything."

"No worries, I'll always be here for you if you need, even if we aren't that close" I smiled as I walked over to get my bookbag

"Come on we live across the street from eachother, I'll walk home with you" I offered cheerfully

He walked over and put his backpack on, not even questioning that I knew we were neighbors.

"Alright" he said with a smile. I reached up to quickly fix his hair as he laughed while we walked back onto the path together to go home

The walk was enjoyable, he was sweet and we had a genuinely sweet and funny conversation til we split ways, waving and saying goodbye. I was excited for tomorrow, I honestly couldn't wait.

THIS PART WAS KIND OF SHIT BC I TOOK A BREAK AND HONESTLY GOT BORED OF THE SERIES SORRY. I just want to finish it for anyone that enjoys it, part 4 should come out this week if im in the mood for writing. I would make the series have a smut part but I still don't want to write any but maybe in the future I will

if anythings messed up it's bc it kept fucking giving me a hard time with shit and I dont wanna proofread bc honestly I cringed writing ts.

[crazycurly-77]

The bet - Chapter 3 

All four of you were heading to the house of the suspect. 

“DiNozzo. McGee. You are going through the backdoor. Y/L/N, you are coming with me through the front. We don't know if a bomb is in the house” Gibbs ordered and you split up. 

Slowly you all entered the house, but nobody was there. You searched every room for proof that the suspect were building bombs, but you found none. 

“Okay. Then we have to wait until he comes back. DiNozzo, McGee, you take the first shift. Y/L/N and I will take the second overnight.” Gibbs stated. 

“Oh no. Not a night alone with Gibbs in a car. That will be torture!” you thought desperately. So what now? 

“Boss…” you tried. 

“What? Got a problem?” he snapped. 

“Uhm, no.” you shook your head. 

“Good. We will meet at 9pm at the office.”

So that was settled and you didn't knew how to survive this night in such a close proximity in the confinement of the car. How was it possible not to embarrass yourself? And after all, there was still the bet with Abby. 

You all headed back to the office to get the car for the stakeout. Of course you had to sit again between Gibbs and Tony. You were lost in your thoughts for a short while, but again your heart was racing and you counted inwardly the miles until you were back at the bureau and could get out of the Truck. 

At the base Tim and Tony immediately changed the cars and drove back to the house of the suspect Matt Warren. 

And at the office you and Gibbs sat at your desks and discussed what you had as evidence. 

“So, Warren has the knowledge and we have his fingerprints on the third bomb that nearly killed an admiral.” Gibbs summarized. 

“Yes, but nobody saw him close to the exploded cars and in his house there was no evidence that he built the bombs.” you argumented. 

That made Gibbs angry and he shouted “Y/L/N! Two navy soldiers are dead and we have the fingerprints of Warren on one of the bombs. Do you really think that he is innocent?!”

You shrugged your shoulders “no, but I think it would be helpful for the trial if he confessed building all three bombs and putting them on the cars.”

“Sure. That's why we go on stakeout to get him as soon as he returns to his house.” Gibbs said. 

Sooner than thought it was time to take the shift over from DiNozzo and McGee. On the way to the house Gibbs and you bought some food and water and then began to wait sitting in the car. 

You thought about beginning a conversation, but since Gibbs didn't want to talk much you better left him alone. 

So you sat side by side. Both silent and lost in your own thoughts. 

Eventually he said “it's late, take a nap Y/L/N.”

You watched him to see if it's a test, but no he was serious. So you answered “gladly” and tried to make yourself as comfortable as possible. 

In fact you fell asleep in no time and after a while you woke up with your head on a soft and good smelling cushion. 

Slowly opening your eyes you tried to shake away sleep and focus on where you were and after a few seconds you knew it. You sat in a car on stakeout with Gibbs and your head was laying on his shoulder!!! 

Oh no. Realizing that you sat up immediately and tried to summon yourself with your heart bumping. 

“Will he say anything to that?” You thought afraid of his reaction. 

But no, he uttered nothing about it. He just looked at you, smiled and mumbled “good morning. Hope you slept well.”

You nodded “yes” and your cheeks were flaming red. 

Towards the morning you two were very stiff and decided to take a short walk. So that it wouldn't be too noticeable, you strolled as if you were a couple - arm in arm.

You felt his hand on the small of your back right above your buttocks and you felt him under your hand on his back, too. 

It felt soooo good. Boy, you really could get used to that. 

You leaned into him, smiled dreamily and were on cloud nine. Strolling along the sidewalk he suddenly turned to you and pushed you against the wall of the house behind you. His hands were on both sides of your head and he leaned very much into you with his whole body. 

His movement was so sudden, that you were surprised to find yourself pressed against a wall by Gibbs. 

You felt all of him pressed against you and his heart was bumping as madly as yours. 

You tried to think straight and be professional, but all you could thought was

“Oh my gosh!” before your mind went blank. To play a couple seemed to be his tactic to not be detected by Warren, but it plunged your mind into pure chaos. 

Gibbs on the other side seemed to stay alert at what was going on. “The suspect is coming home. Just go with it and lay your arms around my neck.” his deep voice whispered in your ear giving you goosebumps all over your body. You felt his cheek on yours and his lips on your ear as he told you his plan. 

Your whole body was in overdrive. Your hands played with his short hair on his neck and you pulled him into you. Who was Warren? There were only you two in your mind and just a little move of your head and you would be kissing him!!!

He moved his hands around you to hold you tight. Oh yes, that was where you wanted to be. Boy, how you wanted to kiss him, consequences be damned. You'll do it. Now. It was simply impossible not to kiss him thoroughly. 

You began to turn your head towards him thinking dreamingly that you will feel his lips on yours as you heard him mumble “He's inside the house. Let's go and grab him.” With that he let you go and before you could react in any way he turned around, pulled out his gun and went to the house. 

You trembled all over your body and were still in a haze. Trying to get back to reality and to calm down you took a deep breath, grabbed your own weapon and followed him. 

Boy, you were one second away to kiss your sexy boss. One second. You were once again one second too slow.

(To be continued...2 more chapters to go)

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Tags: @ilovemark1951, @hobby27, @ladyzombiielove

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[melaniesturniolo]

🤍Scars🤍

Chris x fem!reader

🤍warnings🤍: sh, angst, comfort, slight mention of scars, anxiety, crying, use of y/n.

🤍summary🤍: Chris found you in the middle of an sh episode

!reader

Chris

Matt

Nick

🤍a/n🤍: This one took a while to write… it’s one of my first so don’t judge me too hard pls! 

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The past week had been hell for you, you couldn’t focus on anything… you were on edge all the time, your knees shaking, on the verge of a breakdown, you just wanted to cry… 

You entered the bathroom, desperate for a solution… so, you did what you always did; you reached into the cabinet and pulled out a razor, attempting to separate the pieces until it finally broke. Then you did it, you made inumerous individual slices down your arm, until you were too tired, and just sat down, on the floor, staring into the abyss.

*incoming call from Chrizz💕”

You stare blankly at your phone, thinking about how he would be worried if he heard your shaky voice… and you really didn’t want that. So you just let it ring out, hoping he wouldn’t think anything of it.

*new notification”

*new notification*

*new notification*

*new notification*

*new notification*

*new notification*

*new notification*

Chris’s POV

She’s not answering my texts, or calls. And I know she’s been struggling, and I’ve really tried to talk to her about it but I haven’t been able to… I’m really worried about her.

I run down the stairs to the kitchen where I find Matt and Nick on their phones…

 Nick looks up to me seeing my worried expression;

“You good, Chris?”

“Uhm, yeah I just needed help with something…”

“What’s up?” Matt replied, putting his phone down

 I sat down 

“So like, y/n hasn’t been answering my calls and texts, and i know somethings wrong, but she tries to cover it up… I don’t know what to do” I said, burring my face in my hands

“Yeah I did kind of notice something off with her recently…” Nick said, growing concerned  aswell

“Maybe you should go to her house and try to talk to her” Matt said, standing up from his spot

“Would you drive me?”

“Of course”

Matt and I quickly got our stuff and got out of the house, heading to the car.

 The car ride was intense, to say the least… but we made it there. I headed to her door as Matt waited for me in the car.

Y/N’s POV

You heard three loud knocks on the door, already knowing who it was, but you didn’t have the energy to get up, you were too exhausted to go downstairs to answer the door…. so you just sat there, in a pool of your own blood.

Chris’s POV

I knocked again, this time louder, maybe she was sleeping? Eventually I just got my spare key, and barged in, I needed to see if she was okay… 

 When I walked in, everything looked normal

“y/n?” I called, but no one answered, so I ran upstairs and into her bedroom, but there was no one there… 

 That’s when I saw light coming from the bathroom door.

Y/N’s POV

Chris was in your house, he had called your name, but you couldn’t yell in that moment

 Then the bathroom door quickly opened, and there was Chris. 

He let out a shaky breath 

“Oh my god, y/n”

He got on the floor with you, tears flooding his eyes, you could barely even open your eyes, you had been crying for so long

“Y/n can you hear me?” His voice was shaky now.

“I’m sorry” you said in a shaky voice 

“It’s okay, y/n, I’m right here to help you okay?”

You nodded

“Can I pick you up?”

“Yeah” you said, tiredly, so he held you in his arms, and transported you to the kitchen, your head resting on his shoulder; you sat down on a chair. He then grabbed his phone, and called Matt.

Chris’s POV:

I quickly called Matt, I didn’t know what to do, I felt so, so bad for her… I should have guessed this was going on. But right now, she needed me to be there.

 Matt immediately picked up the phone

“Hey, is she okay??” He said, as soon as I answered

“She isn’t Matt, I might need your help, she hurt herself really badly…” I replied, my voice cracking 

“Wait what? Like she hurt herself?”

“Yeah, it’s really bad”

“Shit, okay I’m coming”

He hung up

Y/N’s POV

Chris called Matt, you were pretty sure he was asking him for help, but you couldn’t really tell, you were stuck in a never ending mental spiral, he shouldn’t have found out, he would probably never talk to you again after this, he’d probably think your crazy and avoid you… 

 He hung up the phone, bringing his energy back to you.

“Hey” Chris said, snapping you out of your ‘transe’, when the door opened, Matts figure emerging from the front door, and gasping at the sight, letting out a shaky breath

“Y/n, Jesus” Matt said, running up to you and hugging you, being careful not to hurt you, then pulling out a chair, for Chris to sit on, he had a wet cloth in his hands

“Can I have your arm?” He asked

 You just lifted your arm on the table, and he placed the warm cloth on your arm, making you gasp slightly. He held the cloth on your arm for a while.

 “Do you have a first aid kit?”

“Yeah of course, it’s under the sink” your voice was still iffy

“I’ll grab it” 

“Thanks Matt”

Chris pulled out a couple packs of alcohol wipes, ripping one open

“Y/n, this might hurt a little, okay?”

“Yeah, okay…”

He gently wiped your wrist with the wipe, making you flinch from time to time. He then got a pack of bandage wrap, carefully wrapping your wrist.

“All done”

“Thanks Chris”

“Hey, no problem… come here” he said, hugging you in a comforting way 

“I was thinking, and I thought maybe you could spend a few days over at our house… I’m really worried about you, and I just don’t want you to be alone right now”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks Chris”

“Of course… now get some rest, you need it” he said, leading you to the couch, were you both sat down, you dug your head into the crook of his neck, and he placed his arm around your shoulder, drawing circles on your arm to calm you down…

[jtl-fics]

hello, can i have the usual please (math nerd my beloved) (also just realised im requesting math nerd instead of studying for my math test uhm oops)

WIP Wednesday 1-3-24 (Closed) | Math Nerd AU

Andrew can't help the plans he makes as he follows Matt & Abby to the guest room.

Sir. Neil had called someone Sir.

Had wanted Sir to leave him alone when he was trying to sleep. He knows about Tetsuji's little fetish for being called Master and can't help but wonder if Sir had all that the man had gotten. He wants to get in his car and make the trip back up, the gas more than worth it to feed Tetsuji his own teeth.

They manage to get Neil onto a bed and Abby proceeds to try and push them all out of the room but Neil's hand shoots out and latches onto Andrew's shirt. He looks back and Neil's eyes are barely open, but they're open. He looks at Andrew and there's something like desperation there, "Drew, don't go." he says and Andrew forgets any plan other than that.

[elftwink]

my toxic trait is that i can't listen to those "GM/DM from hell" ttrpg horror stories because i almost always agree with the GM even if they're being extremely unreasonable because at least 80% of the time it's immediately obvious that the entire table is trash and the GM put up with it for a saintly amount of time before snapping and now the players have to crawl to reddit to be validated, where they will be validated because any GM who wont take a bullet for their players and then suck their dick is lazy and selfish, obviously!!

for example one "unreasonable" rule ive seen floating around abt dnd is "you have to act out all charisma checks" and look. i am aware at least some DMs with this rule are trying to be the next Matt Mercer and want you to play the part of the next Sam Riegel, damn your comfort and either of your skill levels and capabilities. this should obviously be addressed with exactly what the DM expects and why; after all, they don't make you do a backflip for an acrobatics check

BUT. but. imagine, if you will. you're the DM. your players come to a tavern. you describe a bunch of NPCs and wait for players to instigate roleplay. one of them rolls a die without asking you and then says "I want to seduce the innkeeper. I rolled an 18"

"ok," you say, (even though they should have just said what they did and waited for you to ask them for a skill check) because you're a good DM and you roll with the punches, "cool. what do you say to her?"

"uhm. I rolled an 18."

"ok yeah but what do you say. like what happens. what do you want the outcome to be"

"im seducing her. I rolled to seduce. I got 18"

"okay I know— you know seduction is not a skill right? whatever. what happens?"

"I dunno, you're the DM. I rolled an 18 though"

you now have a couple choices. you can continue trying to coax this player into roleplay, and risk the table think you are denying them the success of the roll (a roll you didnt even ask them to make), or you can sigh and say "okay fine. you seduce the innkeeper. you retreat to your quarters after dinner" even though this isn't fun for you and is barely fun for anyone else, including the player in question who stopped caring about the specifics the second they saw a high roll.

NOW imagine this happens several times a session, at least.

this is a fairly common occurrence at most tables, mostly due to lack of skill and comfort with roleplay, but it can happen to anyone who just isnt feeling 100% that day for any reason. im extremely fortunate to have DMed at tables where prompts like "and what do you say" actually do kick-start roleplay, and when it doesn't we're all comfortable enough to take a pause and try to figure out what we want from the scene, if anything. some sessions may be full on dialogue and others just quick narration depending on what the party wants to focus on and if they feel like getting into roleplay that day. & because I know what my players want, it's way easier to nudge them in that direction, and I don't get any resistance because we understand we share a common goal.

but if this were to happen at my table frequently when I was less experienced, with players who internalize the players vs DM antagonism rife in so many dnd spaces, where my attempts to direct the game were belittled or ignored but also where every single player had to be fucking micromanaged in order to keep the game rolling... i also might deal with this by putting my foot down and saying "if you don't roleplay a charisma check, you do not get to make a roll". to me this is not rules tyranny. this is a desperate attempt to get players to actually play the fucking game with you rather than chat and fuck around at your expense, wasting your time and all the time you spent prepping. & that is why, your Honor, my client pleads NOT GUILTY!!! and furthermore the defense would like to state that this whole case is projection on the part of the plaintiffs and should have been thrown out long before getting to court.

(i will say. if you're a DM and you find yourself making extremely specific, borderline unreasonable house rules to deal with your party's antics, especially if the impact is to just make them use the RAW, you need to find a new table. yes even if you're friends. doubly so actually. your friendship will survive you quitting DMing for them. it may not survive the blowout fight you'll end up having if you continue trying to pretend that shit doesn't bother you.)

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The Devil’s Calling - Matt Murdock

CW: masturbation (f+m), phone sex, sort of established relationship, mentions of p in v and oral (f+m), dom Matt, pet names, edging

18+ MINORS DNI

my first official tumblr smut :) feels like a good upgrade from wattpad, especially writing about Matt considering the CHOKEHOLD he’s had me in recently.

DMs are always open for requests, so don’t hesitate to reach out!!

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It’d been two weeks of torture.

You’ve been at a cottage in the middle of nowhere for two weeks with just your family - including aunts and uncles - and you just couldn’t take it anymore. Yes, you love your family, but you’ve been living on your own for a year in the big city now, working for Nelson and Murdock. You’ve even got yourself a nice little apartment. You’ve tasted that freedom, so you didn’t love being treated like a child again. You also missed your friends, missed your apartment, and you especially missed your boyfriend, Matt. 

You hated everything about this stupid little “vacation.”

Being away from Matt was hard... The two of you hadn’t gone more than 2 days without sex in the 4 months you’d been together, so a whole week without him was… not easy.

Being lonely, missing matt- those are an understatement; irrevocably horny and desperate is probably a better way to explain it. Your family is constantly around so you haven’t even been able to take care of the growing pain in your lower belly on your own, and it’s eating away at you… and anyways, your hands don’t feel as good as Matts hands, mouth or dick.

You gulp then, remembering the feeling of him filling you up, his thumb on your clit as he fucked you hard. his little smirk when he heard your breathing intensify, and your heart skip a couple beats. the way he could merely listen and know when you were about to fall over the edge.

As you think about him -Matt- his big, strong hands holding your hips in place as he peppers kisses down your stomach all the way to your panties, you find your fingertips mimicking his mouth - slowly trailing a line down the soft skin of your tummy, almost insatiable as your touch reaches the hem of your panties. You slide a hand under the band, delicately feathering over your clit and down to your hole, and back up again. You take a shaky breath, trying to stay quiet once you begin rubbing small, light circles on your clit. 

Your other hand comes up to your chest, giving a small pinch to your nipple as your circles grow harsher on your throbbing bud. 

Your phone rings then, loudly disrupting your blissful state. It’s nearly three am, there’s no reason anyone should be calling, but you roll over anyways, thoroughly pissed off as you rid your body of pleasure and pick up the phone.

“Hello?” you question, impatience evident in your tone as you let out a deep sigh.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Matt’s voice rings from the other line, low and raspy as per usual.

“Oh, hi Matty. Sorry, you caught me off guard,” you chuckle, laying back down  and placing the phone on your chest once you’ve hit the speaker button.

“Sorry, love. didn’t mean to scare you. What’re you doing up so late? I didn’t think you’d pick up,” he laughs- the vibration of his laugh radiating from the speaker on your phone going straight to your cunt.

“Oh… uhm- just couldn’t sleep,” you lie, pressing your thighs together to relieve some pressure, “what’re you doing up so late?”

“You know- uh-“ 

“Matt, I swear to god, did you put on the suit again?” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I- uh-“ he stutters.

“Matt, you’re supposed to be resting. you took some pretty serious hits the other night.. and your hearing,” you blurt, taking a breath to calm yourself down, “you have to be careful, please, Matt. I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be. You know i’m fully capable of taking care myself,” he assures you, a smile almost audible through the phone.

“I know, Matty… I just-“

“I’m sorry, baby. I won’t go out again until your home- Until I have you to stitch me up again.”

“You and I both know that’s not true,” you laugh, running a hand through your hair.

“Mhm, definitely not true. You wanna know what else isn’t true, though?” he asks almost playfully.

“What?” you smile.

“You telling me you couldn’t sleep,” he murmurs, voice lower than before.

“I- what?” you stammer.

 “I can hear your heart, darling. Either you just went on a jog at 3am in the middle of nowhere, or your pretty little fingers were in between your thighs.”

Your heart caught in your through then, silently cursing yourself forgetting just how good his hearing was.

“I…” you start to say.

“Uh-uh,” he tsks, “don’t let me stop you now, darling. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Matty, I-“ you start, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

“I want you to touch yourself,” he demands, resulting in an even bigger pool of wetness dripping onto the lace of your underwear, “and by the sound of it, you want that too.”

“No, I want you, matt. it’s been too long, and my family’s around and i just… need you… I don’t want my fingers, I want yours” you blurt, coming off more desperate than intended.

“Then let me help you, princess,” he breaths, “come one now, start with your chest.”

And so you did, gently caressing the apex where the harshness of your collarbones and the smooth flesh of your breasts met, letting your head lull to the side.

“Good, darling. Now, slowly make your way down to you panties. Not too fast, I’ll know if your touching yourself, and I’m not letting you do that just yet,” he says, slight shuffling going on in the background of the call.

“Wish it were you touching me,” you whine, careful passing over your belly button.

“Mh, me too,” he groans, “soon, my love. You reached your panties yet?”

“Mhm,” you smile.

“Good. Touch yourself on top of the fabric.”

“Im wearing the ones you like… the lace ones,” you tell him as featherlight touches pass by the dull ache at he top of your cunt.

“Always loved how they felt against your skin,” he mutters, “the lace in contrast to how soft you are… its perfect.”

“Fuck, Matt, please,” you sigh, the delicate touches no longer suffusing.

“What do you want, doll?” he chuckles.

“Want to touch myself,” you whine, begging for him to allow you too.

“Okay, baby. Take your panties off, hm?” he requests, urge and desire dripping from his tone.

You do as he requests, placing the phone on your tummy so he can hear the lace slipping down your thighs. That seems to do the trick, earning a small grunt from Matt.

“Mh- Start on your clit, darling- real slow for me, yeah?” he breaths, each breath he takes becoming more exasperated.

You gasp a little when the cool touch of your fingertips met your heat, rubbing dreadfully slow circles into your already sensitive nub from what you’d been doing before Matt called.

“Good girl,” Matt groans, obviously joining in on the fun, “a little faster now, princess.”

You listen again, speeding up your find here and tracing up your body to grab at your nipple.

“Hands off your chest,” he grumbles, more angsty than you’d expected him to be.

“No,” you whine, followed by a string of moans and whines.

“Now, Y/N. Hands off or I’m not gonna let you cum tonight.”

Your hand immediately left your chest, returning to the mattress as you squeeze at the fabric below it.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, “such a good little slut for me, hm?”

“Matty,” you whimper, circling faster.

“Use your words, sweetness. What do you want?” he teases.

“Want you to touch yourself with me,” you groan, “Want to hear you.”

“Not yet, doll,” he sighs, his self control hitting a low.

“Fuck,” you moan, “I’m so close.”

“Hands off,” he grumbles.

“But-”

“Now, y/n,” he demands, and you know better than to defy him, so you reluctantly stop your movements.

“Good,” he lets out a low laugh, “Now, I’ll let you cum if you do something for me.”

“Yes, yes, anything,” you promise, sexual frustration hitting its peak.

“Beg,” he growls.

“What?”

“Beg for it,” he says again, the sound of a zipper being undone making its way to your ears.

“Please, Matty,” you whine, “Please let me touch myself. I want to cum. Please let me cum- need to.”

“Good girl. Such a good girl,” he moans, “Fuuuuck.”

“Are you touching yourself, Matty?” you ask excitedly.

“Yes, baby- but I won’t last long. Touch yourself again for me, hm?” he whispers, barely audible beneath the pants he lets out.

You do as he says, returning your hand to your cunt and rubbing harsh, fast circles out of pure desperation. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. Love it when your heart beats like that- can tell you’re so close for me.”

“Fuck,” you moan, your other hand sliding inside yourself with two fingers, “I’m so wet, Matty. All for you.”

“That’s it, baby,” he whimpers, “Come on now, cum for me.”

You let yourself go, fast circles on your clit matching the slick, wet sounds of Matt’s actions on the other side of the phone.

“Matty, mmph, gonna-” you’re cut off by your orgasm crashing down over you for the first time in two weeks. The relief of it all being nearly too much to bear as your legs close around your hands.

“Fuuuck,” Matt drawls out as he finishes.

“That was-” you pant, “Perfect.

“Not as perfect as it will be once you’re home,” he breathlessly laughs.

“I think I’m going to fly home a couple days early,” you giggle, pulling up your panties.

“I think that’s a great idea,” he agrees, “Now get some sleep, baby. I’ll see you soon.”

“I love you, Matt.”

“I love you, too, darling.”