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Perfect Just The Way You Are — Blarg x Reader

f!reader, comfort fic, itty bitty tittie committee, supportive boyfriend, self-love, soft smut, request🦋

It had been one of those days—the kind where your insecurities crept in, uninvited and relentless. You hadn’t meant to let it get to you, but after spending the afternoon surrounded by people who seemed to radiate confidence, the weight of comparison settled heavily on your chest. You didn’t even realize you’d been frowning at your reflection until Matt’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Hey,” he said softly, leaning against the doorframe. “You okay?” You startled slightly, turning to see him watching you with concern. His messy hair and that familiar, easy grin were enough to make your heart ache in the best way. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied quickly, but the crack in your voice gave you away. “Liar,” he teased gently, stepping closer. His hands found your waist, pulling you into his arms as he studied your face. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” You hesitated, chewing your bottom lip. “It’s stupid.” “Doesn’t matter if it’s stupid,” he said firmly. “If it’s bothering you, it matters to me.”

You sighed, leaning into him as his hands rubbed soothing circles on your back. “I don’t know. It’s just… sometimes I feel like I don’t measure up. Like… literally.” Matt’s brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his face before realization dawned. “You mean…?” You nodded, your cheeks flushing. “I know it’s dumb, but everyone around me has, like, these perfect curves, and I just… don’t.” His grip on you tightened slightly, his voice dropping to a serious tone. “Hey. Stop that.” “But—” “No buts,” he interrupted, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye. “You’re beautiful. Every single inch of you. And I don’t want to hear you comparing yourself to anyone else.” You tried to look away, but his hand gently cupped your cheek, guiding your gaze back to his. “I mean it,” he said softly. “You’re perfect just the way you are. And for the record, I don’t love you because of some arbitrary standard. I love you. All of you.” Your eyes stung with tears at the sincerity in his voice. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do,” he said, his thumb brushing away a tear that slipped down your cheek. “You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met, and there’s nothing about you I’d ever want to change.” His words sent a warmth spreading through your chest, and you let out a soft laugh. “You’re really good at this, you know.” “At what?” he asked, his lips quirking into a playful smile. “At making me feel like the luckiest person in the world,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Well, good,” he murmured, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Because you are.” The kiss deepened as his lips found yours, slow and deliberate, as though he was pouring every ounce of love he felt into that one moment. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss grew more urgent. “You’re incredible,” he whispered against your lips, his hands gently trailing up your sides. “And I’m going to prove it to you.” Matt’s lips moved with a deliberate gentleness, his hands never leaving your sides as he guided you toward the bed.

His touch was tender, yet firm enough to ground you, to remind you that he was there, fully focused on you. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with emotion. “I wish you could see yourself the way I do.” Your heart swelled at his words, and you let him lead you to sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your knees as he looked up at you with those warm, familiar eyes. “Can I show you?” he asked softly, his voice steady but laced with vulnerability. “How much I love every single part of you?” Your breath hitched, and you nodded, your fingers threading into his hair. “Please.” He smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your knee before trailing soft kisses up your thighs. His hands moved with reverence, sliding over your hips and under your shirt to gently tug it upward. When he pulled it over your head, his eyes roamed over your exposed skin, and the awe in his expression made your cheeks flush.

“You’re perfect,” he said again, his hands gliding up your sides and stopping just beneath your chest. “Absolutely perfect.” His thumbs brushed over your skin, barely grazing the soft curves of your breasts as his lips found your collarbone. The tenderness of his touch sent a shiver racing down your spine, and your hands tightened in his hair, urging him closer. “Matt,” you breathed, your voice trembling. He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his lips curling into a small, reassuring smile. “You know,” he said, his tone lightening, “I don’t care if your boobs are small or if you had, like, massive knockers.” You blinked at him, momentarily caught off guard. “Matt—” “No, I mean it,” he interrupted, his voice both playful and earnest. “They’re your boobs, and I love them. Because they’re part of you.” Your cheeks flushed as you laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.” “And yet you love me,” he teased, dipping his head to press a kiss just above your heart.

“But seriously, babe. Whether they’re small, big, or somewhere in between, it doesn’t matter to me. You know why?” You raised an eyebrow, your smile widening despite yourself. “Why?” “Because I can still suck on them,” he said with a smug grin, punctuating the statement by gently capturing your nipple between his lips. A startled laugh bubbled out of you, your hands threading into his hair. “You’re impossible.” “Maybe,” he admitted, his voice muffled as he kissed along the curve of your breast. “But I’m also yours. And I happen to think these,” he added, giving your chest a playful squeeze, “are perfect. Just like the rest of you.” His words sent a warmth spreading through your chest, and you tugged him back up to meet your gaze. “You’re such a dork.” “A dork who loves you,” he replied, his smile softening as he kissed you deeply. “And all of you. Always.” His lips moved with renewed fervor, his hands sliding behind your back to unhook your bra. The garment slipped from your shoulders, and Matt’s breath caught as he took you in.

His hands framed your ribs, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on your skin as he leaned forward to kiss the curve of your breast again. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin. “And I’m going to prove it to you.” He kissed his way down your body, his hands worshiping every curve and line, as though to erase every doubt that had ever crossed your mind. His touch was slow, deliberate, designed to make you feel cherished in every sense of the word. And when he finally joined with you, it was like the world melted away, leaving only the two of you, tangled together in love and longing. Matt moved with a careful rhythm, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered praises into your ear. Every breath, every touch, every sound he made was a reminder of how much he adored you. “You’re perfect,” he murmured again, his hands cupping your face as he kissed you deeply. “Do you believe me now?” Tears pricked at your eyes, but they weren’t born of sadness.

“I do,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I believe you.” “Good,” he said, his smile breaking through the intensity of the moment. “Because I don’t ever want you to doubt it.” As the night stretched on, Matt’s love for you became a symphony, each movement and word another note in a melody that drowned out every insecurity. And when the two of you finally lay tangled together, your body pressed against his, you felt a peace you hadn’t known in a long time. “I love you,” he whispered, his fingers brushing your hair away from your face. “Exactly the way you are.” You smiled, your heart swelling as you rested your head on his chest. “I love you too.”

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Please I need somthing blarg x reader this man has nothing and I need fics or if any recommendations are out there I will take them

Yes- Matt (Blarg)

Summary: After 6 years of dating, Matt finally pops the question you've been waiting for for 2 years.

Warnings: none

Today was like any other day. It started with you waking up next to your boyfriend of 6 years, Matt. Having breakfast and just chilling until you two took a walk on the beach

You and Matt were on vacation, just the two of you. It was a nice change of scenery from the cold Canadian weather and you enjoyed it.

You had on your cutest outfit as you walked on the sand with your hand in Matt's hands.

Matt on the other hand was nervous. He had been thinking about proposing for a year now but he always chickened out last minute. He thought right now was the perfect time and he had brought the ring with him just in case he's finally brave enough.

After a few more minutes of walking hand in hand, you stopped to admire the sunset. While you were admiring the sunset Matt took the ring out of his pocket.

He was finally building up the courage to get down on one knee and ask the love of his life to marry him.

"Y/n. I'm not very good at this type of stuff so sorry in advance" Matt joked to ease his nerves a bit.

You looked at him confused but still gave him your brightest smile.

"What's going on?" You asked and turned fully towards him. You still had that beautiful smile on your face that he loved

"Ok uhm... I love you, I really do. You are the reason I'm excited to wake up and experience another day because that means that I get to see you. I still remember the day that I met you and as cliche as this might sound, I was head over heels right there and then. Nothing in this world makes me happier than you do, Doug too of course. Everytime I look at you my heart beats faster because you are just so beautiful and kind and funny. It's a miracle that you feel the same. There is nothing in this world that I want more then to spend every single day of my life with you and only you. You are the love of my life and I want to ask you if you Y/n Y/l/n want to marry me?" Matt said he's speech as he got down on one knee. He opened the ring box too and held it in front of him.

You had tears in your eyes and your hands were shaking slightly. When Matt finally asked you to marry him you jumped into his arms and said yes through tears.

You two held each other for a few moments before Matt pulled back too put the ring on your finger.

As soon as he did he pulled you in for a long kiss. Savouring the moment in each other's arms.

Hiii hope this was okay and I hope you enjoyyyyy��❤

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Golden Morning Light — Blarg x Reader

f!reader, soft moments, boyfriend Matt, admiring him while he sleeps, playful teasing, request🦋

The bedroom was cozy, albeit a little dim, with the dark curtains Matt had insisted on to block out the sunrise. It was practical, sure, but as you lay there one morning, watching the soft rise and fall of his chest, you found yourself wishing for a change. Matt was sprawled on his back, his arm slung over his forehead, his toned body bare except for the blanket that barely covered his waist. The golden light from the hallway lamp caught the angles of his chest and shoulders, making them look almost sculpted. You sighed softly, unable to stop yourself from admiring him. “You’re staring again,” Matt murmured, his voice gravelly from sleep, though his eyes remained closed. You jolted slightly, caught in the act. “I am not!” He cracked one eye open, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, you are. What’s on your mind?” You bit your lip, debating whether to bring it up. It wasn’t like you wanted to admit that you’d been fantasizing about how good he’d look in morning sunlight.

“I was just thinking…” Matt shifted onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you better. “Uh-oh. I know that tone. What are you thinking?” “Well,” you began hesitantly, “have you ever thought about… renovating our bedroom?” His brows furrowed. “Renovating? Like, knocking down walls? Or just redecorating?” “Redecorating,” you clarified quickly, sitting up against the headboard. “I mean, the blackout curtains are great for sleeping in, but… wouldn’t it be nice to let in more light sometimes?” Matt rubbed the back of his neck, his expression thoughtful. “You want morning sunlight?” “Yeah,” you said, trying to sound casual. “It’d make the room feel brighter, and—” “And?” he prompted, his grin turning sly as he leaned closer. “What’s the real reason?” Your face burned, and you looked away. “I just think it’d be nice, okay?” Matt chuckled, reaching out to gently tug you back to face him. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that? Come on, spill it.”

You sighed, giving in. “Fine. I might have a thing for how you look in the light. Happy now?” His grin widened, a mix of amusement and pride. “You’re obsessed with me, aren’t you?” “Don’t let it go to your head,” you muttered, though the smile tugging at your lips gave you away. Matt reached out to pull you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “If you want more sunlight, we’ll make it happen. New curtains, a fresh coat of paint—whatever you want, babe.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “You’d let me pick everything?” “Everything,” he said without hesitation. “Even if it’s something like… I don’t know, pastel pink walls or floral bedspreads.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Okay, I’m not that bad.” “But if you were,” he teased, brushing his lips against your ear, “I’d still go with it. Because it makes you happy, and because I’m such a great boyfriend.” You leaned back slightly to look at him, your smile softening.

“You’re not just a great boyfriend, Matt. You’re… the best.” His teasing grin faltered for a moment, replaced by something tender and genuine. “Well, when you put it like that, how could I ever say no?” You let out a breath, your worries melting away as he held you close. “Thanks, Matt. I really mean it.” “You don’t have to thank me,” he murmured, tilting your chin up so your eyes met. “But if it means you’ll keep looking at me like that, I’ll do it tomorrow. Hell, I’ll start today.” His words sent warmth blooming in your chest, and you leaned forward to kiss him. “You’re impossible.” “And you love it,” he shot back, a playful glint in his eye as he tightened his arms around you. You smiled against his chest, already imagining what your mornings would look like with sunlight streaming in.

[darkenedroses-world]

Big Love — Blarg x Reader

f!reader, size kink, rough smut, tender aftercare, praise kink, passionate intimacy, big guy small girl dynamics, playful teasing, soft and rough moments, request🦋

The playful banter had always been part of your relationship, but tonight there was a different energy in the air. It buzzed between you like a live wire, especially when Matt leaned closer, his towering frame making you feel small in the best way. “You’ve got that look in your eyes again,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” You bit your lip, pretending to focus on your phone, but the way his biceps flexed as he leaned on the back of the couch had your attention locked. His strength, his size, the sheer presence he carried—it all made your pulse race. “Nothing,” you lied, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you. Matt tilted his head, that knowing smirk playing on his lips. He reached out, hooking his hands under your thighs and effortlessly lifting you off the couch. The movement stole your breath, and before you knew it, you were cradled in his arms. “Doesn’t seem like nothing,” he said, carrying you into the bedroom like you weighed nothing.

“You’ve been staring at me all night.” You rolled your eyes, trying to downplay the fluttering in your chest. “You’re imagining things.” “Oh, I’m imagining a lot of things,” he murmured, setting you down on the bed. His voice was rough now, his gaze dark as he hovered over you. “Like what I’m going to do to you.” Your breath hitched as he leaned in, his hands bracketing your hips. His size enveloped you, the bed dipping under his weight as he settled between your legs. “You know, you’re so damn small compared to me,” he said, almost to himself, his hands gliding up your thighs. “I could cover you completely.” You shivered under his touch, your body arching instinctively as his fingers traced the curve of your waist. “Matt,” you whispered, the need in your voice undeniable. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispered, “Tell me how much you love it. How much you love being mine.” “I love it,” you breathed, your voice trembling as his hands slid up to your ribs. His thumbs brushed just under your breasts, making you gasp.

“I love how big you are. How strong. How—” You didn’t get to finish your sentence because his mouth was on yours, claiming you with a kiss that left you dizzy. His hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your toes curl. “You’re so soft,” he murmured against your lips, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough. “So fucking perfect. Do you even realize what you do to me?” His hands slid under your shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it aside. He sat back for a moment, his gaze raking over you with pure hunger. The contrast between his size and your own was undeniable as he ran his hands down your sides, his touch both rough and reverent. “You’re driving me insane,” he growled, his hands gripping your thighs as he spread your legs wider. “Look at you. All mine.” You whimpered, your body arching as his lips trailed down your neck, his stubble scraping deliciously against your skin.

His mouth found the swell of your breast, his tongue flicking over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. The sensation made you cry out, your hands tangling in his hair as he worshiped your body. When his hand slid between your thighs, you were already trembling, your body aching for him. His fingers found your slick heat, teasing you as he watched your every reaction. “So wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You’re perfect.” “Matt, please,” you begged, your hips rolling against his hand. He chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to your stomach as he pulled back just enough to look at you. “Patience, baby. I want to take my time with you.” He removed the rest of your clothes with ease, leaving you completely bare beneath him. He shed his shirt, and the sight of his toned chest and strong arms had your breath catching in your throat. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice softening as he leaned down to kiss you again. “I’ll never get enough of you.” His hand slid down your thigh, gripping it as he positioned himself at your entrance.

The stretch was slow and deliberate as he pushed into you, his size overwhelming in the most incredible way. You moaned, your nails digging into his back as he filled you completely. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours. “So tight. So perfect.” You couldn’t speak, your body trembling as he began to move. His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, his hands roaming your body as if memorizing every inch. But as your cries grew louder, his control began to slip, his pace quickening as he lost himself in you. “You take me so well,” he growled, his hands gripping your thighs as he drove into you. “I could cover you completely, keep you right here, just like this.” You whimpered, your body arching as his words pushed you closer to the edge. “Matt,” you gasped, your nails dragging down his back. “Please—” “I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “I’ve got you.” When you finally came undone, your cries filled the room, your body shaking as pleasure overwhelmed you.

Matt followed moments later, his groan low and guttural as he spilled into you, his body trembling against yours. For a long moment, neither of you moved, your breaths mingling as you held each other close. Matt pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his hands gentle as he stroked your hair. “You okay?” he asked, his voice tender now. You nodded, a tired but content smile tugging at your lips. “Better than okay.” He chuckled, pulling you into his arms. “Good. Because I’m not done showing you how much I love you.”

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Cuddle bug -Blarg

Summary: Matt and his cuddle bug gf

Warnings: Fluff, some swear words

It was currently 2am and Matt was in his office streaming with Grizzy, Smitty and Puffer. He has been in there for 6 hours now.

You understood that it was his job and you loved that he would put so much work and effort in his videos but you were tired.

It has always been a struggle to fall asleep and stay asleep for as long as you can remember, and being in Matt's arms helped a lot with it.

You quietly walked down the hallway towards Matt's office. You were in sleeping shorts and one of his hoodies.

Standing by his door you knocked on it , not thinking he would hear you but he did and told you to come in so you did.

When you walked in, he turned around in his chair with a confused and worried expression on his face. He obviously thought you were fast asleep in your shared bed.

"You okay,sweetheart?" He asked softly. You had his full attention. His headphones were off his head and on the table and his camera was pointed a bit downward to give a little bit more privacy.

"I can't sleep" You said and walked into his open arms. Matt pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"M'sorry for bothering you" You apologized as you layed your head on his shoulder.

Matt gently lifted your head to make you look up at him. "Don't apologize for that, it's okay. And your not bothering me, sweetheart" He said softly and kissed your forehead.

"Do you mind me finishing this stream or do you want me to end it?" Matt asked you, wanting you to be comfortable. "No you can finish the stream" You replied. "You sure? Because I will end it the second you say you want me too, sweetheart" Matt said ready to turn off everything and cuddle you in bed.

"I'm sure" You say with a soft giggle and cuddled further into his chest.

Matt just nodded. He positioned his camera in a way that they didn't really see you, maybe just a part of your hair but you were mainly out of frame.

He knew you liked your privacy and he always respected that boundary.

So Matt finished the stream with you fast asleep in his lap.

Hii guys sorry I haven't posted in a while.

Uni is kicking my in the ass tbh

But I hope you enjoy and have a nice day <3

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Here’s a little something I made w the help of a friend!

Submission and Surrender — Matt x Reader

Mentions of dominance and submission, calling a man beautiful, slight orgasm control/denial(?)

The night began like any other, with drinks flowing freely among the close-knit group of friends—Puffer, Grizzy, Smii7y, Matt, and the rest of the group. Laughter echoed off the walls as they regaled each other with tales of past exploits and shared inside jokes that only they understood. As the conversation veered towards more risqué topics, Matt, with his trademark smirk, leaned back in his chair, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice laced with faux confidence, "I've always been a dominant kind of guy." His declaration was met with a chorus of teasing remarks from the others. "Sureee," Puffer chimed in with a chuckle. "Yeah, okay buddy," Grizzy added, shaking his head in amusement. "Whatever you say, Matt," Smii7y interjected, a playful grin spreading across his face. But amidst the laughter and banter, you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

You knew the truth about Matt, knew that beneath his bravado lay a submissive streak a mile wide. It was a secret known only to you, a side of him that few were privileged enough to witness. With a knowing smile, you locked eyes with Matt, a silent challenge passing between you. "Is that so?" you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because last time I checked, you were the one who couldn't resist begging for mercy." The reaction was immediate—Matt's expression shifted, a mix of surprise and amusement playing across his features as he realized you were calling his bluff. The others looked on, curiosity piqued by the sudden change in dynamics. “Well, well, well," Smii7y teased, his grin widening. "Looks like we've got ourselves a challenger." As the night wore on, the playful banter continued, punctuated by the occasional sly remark from Matt and your equally cheeky retorts.

But beneath the surface, there was a palpable tension, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection between you—a connection that promised to ignite into something far more intoxicating before the night was through.

As the night wore on and the others gradually succumbed to the effects of their indulgence, you and Matt found yourselves sitting closer together, the warmth of the alcohol coursing through your veins. With the room now quiet save for the soft murmur of the television and the occasional snore from one of the passed-out friends, you and Matt shared whispered conversations, the rest of the world fading into insignificance around you. "You know," Matt murmured, his voice low and intimate as he leaned in closer to you, "you always seem to see right through me." A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you met his gaze, the connection between you sparking to life once more. "That's because I know you better than anyone else," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "Even when you try to pretend otherwise." Matt's eyes softened, a hint of vulnerability shining through as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.

"I never could fool you, could I?" he mused, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You shook your head, your heart swelling with affection as you returned his smile. "Not in a million years." In that moment, it felt as though the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of shared intimacy. Despite the chaos that surrounded you, you found solace in each other's presence, a silent understanding passing between you that transcended mere words. With a knowing smirk, you led Matt to the bedroom, a silent understanding passing between you. As he followed, a hint of hesitation flickered in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the impending shift in dynamics. Once inside, the dim light cast shadows across the room, adding to the anticipation that hung thick in the air. "You know exactly where you belong," you whispered, your voice low and commanding, as you guided him towards the bed.

Matt's breath hitched at your words, a mixture of excitement and apprehension dancing in his eyes. "Yes," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, a silent acceptance of his place beneath you. With practiced ease, you removed his shirt before commanding him to remove his pants and boxers, to which he did with no hesitation. Then you pointed towards the bed, telling him to lay down and once he did, you began to restrain his arms, securing them firmly to the bed frame. His muscles tensed momentarily, a fleeting resistance that only served to heighten the thrill of the moment. "Relax," you reassured him, your touch gentle yet firm as you trailed your fingers along his skin. You savored the sight of his reactions, each gasp and shudder sending a jolt of desire coursing through you. His body, once his own, now lay exposed and vulnerable before you, a testament to his submission and your control.

"You look so beautiful like this," you whispered, your voice thick with desire as you drank in the sight of him laid bare before you. Matt's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering trust. With a sense of reverence, you explored every inch of him, your fingers tracing the contours of his skin as if committing them to memory. Each touch elicited a response, a soft moan or a sharp intake of breath, fueling the fire of your desire. But as your own arousal grew, you couldn't resist using him for your own pleasure, denying him any release as you reveled in the power you held over him. With each caress, each whispered command, you pushed him to the brink of desperation, his whimpers and pleas music to your ears. "Please," he begged, his voice low and needy, his body arching towards you in silent supplication. "Please, I need... I need to cum."

But you remained steadfast in your resolve, denying him even as his arousal reached its peak. It was a game of control and submission, a dance of desire and denial that left you both breathless and wanting more. With a smirk, you gazed down at Matt, his desire evident in the pleading look in his eyes. "Then tell me who's in control," you whispered, your voice thick with authority. "Tell me, and maybe I'll allow you to cum with me." For a moment, Matt hesitated, the struggle evident on his face. But the undeniable evidence of his arousal betrayed his resolve, leaving him with no choice but to submit. "Y-you," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, a mixture of embarrassment and need coloring his words. Satisfied with his response, you positioned yourself above him, straddling his hips as you prepared to claim your pleasure. With a slow, deliberate motion, you slid down on top of him, relishing in the sharp intake of breath that escaped his lips.

As you began to move, your movements slow and deliberate, Matt's whimpers filled the room, his voice a constant stream of need and desire. With each thrust, each gasp of pleasure, you felt yourself drawing closer to the edge, fueled by the intoxicating mix of power and submission that enveloped you both. As the intensity of your movements increased, so did Matt's desperation. With each thrust, each gasp of pleasure, his whimpers grew louder, his body arching towards you in silent supplication. "Please," he begged, his voice raw with need, "need t’ cum, please." His pleas fueled your desire, spurring you on to greater heights of passion. With each movement, you could feel yourself drawing closer to the edge, the need for release building to a fever pitch. And just as you reached the peak of ecstasy, a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins, you made your decision.

With a swift motion, you undid the restraints from Matt's hands, his fingers immediately finding purchase on your skin as he pulled you close. In that moment, there was no hesitation, no doubt—only the overwhelming rush of desire as your lips met in a fervent kiss. As you moved together in perfect harmony, the sensations overwhelming your senses, you both reached the pinnacle of pleasure simultaneously. With a chorus of whimpers and soft moans filling the room, you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, lost in the shared bliss of your climax. And as the waves of pleasure washed over you, you knew that this moment would be etched into your memory forever—a testament to the undeniable connection between you, a bond forged in desire and sealed with love.

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Safe Haven — Blarg x Reader

f!reader, reader w/ autism, requested story❤️

The sun hung high in the sky, casting its warm rays over the bustling streets of the neighborhood. Laughter echoed as the group of friends, including Smii7y, Grizzy, and the rest of the gang, strolled leisurely through the park. Birds chirped in the trees, and the scent of freshly cut grass filled the air. You walked alongside them, your heart lighter than it had been in days. It was a rare occasion when all of you could hang out together, and you relished every moment of it. But beneath the surface of your excitement lurked a subtle unease, a quiet worry that gnawed at the edges of your mind. As the day progressed, you tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the joy of the present moment. You joined in the banter and laughter, soaking in the warmth of friendship like a soothing balm to your soul. But with each passing minute, the absence of one particular friend weighed heavier on your heart.

Matt, your closest confidant and source of comfort, was away on a trip. His absence left a gaping hole in your world, a void that no amount of laughter or distraction could fill. You missed his reassuring presence, his understanding gaze, and the safety of his embrace. As the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, your anxiety reached a crescendo. You tried to ignore it, to lose yourself in the simple pleasures of the moment, but the worry gnawed relentlessly at your insides. The laughter around you blurred into a cacophony of noise, overwhelming your senses.

And then, without warning, it happened.

A wave of panic crashed over you, sweeping away the fragile facade of composure you had desperately clung to. Sensory overload assaulted your senses, each sound and movement amplified to a deafening roar. Your chest tightened, breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the world spun around you in dizzying circles. “Hey, are you okay?” Grizzy’s voice pierced through the haze of your mind, filled with concern. But you couldn’t respond. Words eluded you, trapped behind a barrier of fear and confusion. All you could do was clutch at your chest, nails digging into the fabric of your shirt as you fought to keep the rising tide of panic at bay. “Guys, something’s wrong,” Smii7y’s voice sounded distant, muffled as if coming from underwater. Frantic whispers filled the air as your friends gathered around you, their faces blurred and indistinct. You wanted to reach out to them, to reassure them that you were fine, but the words remained trapped inside you, a silent scream echoing in the depths of your mind.

Puffer’s voice cut through the chaos, urgent and panicked, as he dialed Matt’s number. “Matt, you need to come back. Something’s happened to your girlfriend. We don’t know what to do.” Despite their best efforts, your friends couldn’t calm you down. Your meltdown persisted, each passing moment stretching into eternity as the world spun out of control around you. After what felt like an eternity, the familiar sound of Matt’s voice broke through the chaos like a beacon of hope. “What’s going on? Is she okay?” Your friends explained the situation as best they could, their words rushed and frantic with worry. But even their voices seemed distant and far away, drowned out by the storm raging inside your mind. And then, just when it felt like all hope was lost, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd. Matt, your anchor in the storm, pushed his way through the throng of concerned faces, his eyes searching desperately for you.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice soft and steady as he knelt beside you. Your friends explained everything, their words a blur as you struggled to focus through the fog of your panic. But Matt didn’t need words to understand. He simply wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in a comforting embrace. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the chaos. “I’m here now. You’re safe.” Slowly, as if drawn by the gravity of his touch, the panic began to recede, leaving behind a sense of calm in its wake. You clung to him like a lifeline, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you buried your face against his chest. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, holding you close as he gently rocked you back and forth. “I’ve always got you.” And in that moment, surrounded by the steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his embrace, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would always find refuge in his arms.

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Baby- Blarg

Summary: You tell Matt that you are pregnant

Warnings: fluff, not proofread

Matt was out having fun with the boys since they came here to visit him and smitty. You were home alone watching some random show you put on the TV.

But you couldn't focus on it. Not when you have the same thought running through your mind.

You are pregnant.

You were waiting for Matt to arrive since he has been gone the day. During the whole time Matt was gone, you went to the doctor to confirm the fact that you were pregnant.

You didn't really know how to tell Matt. You have seen cute ways to tell him but you didn't have the time to do so. You had work too.

So you just opted with showing him the pregnancy test and and scan.

Your were so lost in thought that you didn't hear the front door open.

"Hey babe" Matt spoke against your cheek after he kissed it softly. His hands were on your shoulder as he stood behind the couch you were sitting on.

You let out a soft hum.

Matt sat on the comfy couch next to you and cuddled a bit into you. His head was on your shoulder and he played with the ring on your finger.

It was silent for a few moments before you spoke up. "How was your day?" You asked with a smile.

"It was great, Smitty almost died though" Matt talked about his day in a sleepy tone. You gave him a weird look at what he said. "He's just dramatic. He fell down the stairs" Matt let out a laugh at the memory that happened 4 hours ago.

You just laughed along with him. "How was yours?" Matt asked you. His face was smooshed in the crook of your neck. He placed featherlight kisses on your neck.

"It was good" you replied. You were silent for a few seconds before you spoke again. "I need to tell you something Matt"

Matt lifted his head up from your shoulder and looked at with concern. You seemed nervous and you being nervous made him nervous.

Matt wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. "What's wrong?" He asked you. His fingers rubbing soft circles on your hips.

"Well uhm, I'm pregnant" your voice was soft as you showed Matt the pregnancy test and the scan.

Matt didn't say anything as he looked at you with shock in his eyes.

"Matt? Are you ma-" you were cut off by Matt smashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was soft and tender as he held your face in his hands.

Matt pulled away and looked at you with awe. His eyes were glossy. "We're going to have a baby?" He asked. His voice was so soft.

You just nodded your head and Matt instantly pulled you into his arms. He couldn't believe it.

"I love you so much" Matt whispered into your ears as he kissed all over your face

Hiii guys, sorry it's short. I just wanted to give you guys SOMETHING because I feel bad that I don't post often.

I luv you guysss have a great dayyy🫶🏻

Requests are open <3

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If your requests are still open could you pretty please do a cuddle fic with Blarg, with the reader being the big spoon.

Wrapped in your arms- Blarg

Summary: You are big spoon while cuddling with Matt

Warnings: none just fluff

It was pretty late at night when Matt woke up from his slumber. He was woken up by some random nightmare he had.

Matt tried to stand up to use the bathroom but felt the weight of another body on his, making him completely still his movements for a few seconds.

He turned his head a bit to look at you and smiled at the sight of you wrapped around him like a koala. You were out like a light and you had soft snores falling from your soft lips.

Matt gently moved you off of him so that your cheek was resting on the pillow instead of his chest.

He quietly got up from your shared bed and turned on the light. You stirred a bit so Matt closed the door to stop the light waking you up.

After a few seconds, Matt walked back into the bedroom and turned off the light. He chuckled a bit when he saw you sitting uptight and looking around the room in confusion.

Once your eyes landed on him, you instantly opened your arms for him to cuddle with you.

Matt climbed on top of the bed and motioned for you to turn around so that he could cuddle you.

Instead of him cuddling you, you tapped his shoulder as if to say that he should turn around. Matt did just that and laid his head gently on your arm that was placed under his head.

You loosely wrapped your arm around his shoulders as you laid one of your legs on top of his hip.

You could feel Matt melting into the embrace as he fell asleep to your fingers running through his hair, scratching his scalp softly.

You loved when he allowed you to take care of him, even if it was something as small as just holding him while he sleeps. It was rare occasion but a sweet one when it happens

After a few moments, you fell asleep, holding the love of your life

Hiii sorry for it taking so long. I've just been busy with university but I hope you liked it love 🫶🏻

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No Escape — Matt x Reader

🔹 Smut 🔹 Overstimulation 🔹 Size Kink 🔹 Brutal Pace 🔹 Degrading + Possessive Matt 🔹 Breath Play 🔹 Desperation 🔹 Feral Energy 🔹 f!reader 🔹 Request 🦋

The air in the room was thick, charged with an intensity that had been simmering between you all day. Every teasing remark, every fleeting touch had built to this moment—the moment where Matt had you exactly where he wanted you, spread out beneath him, your body trembling with anticipation and something dangerously close to desperation. His grip on your thighs was firm, keeping you in place as he drove himself into you with a pace that left no room for mercy. Your back arched, a broken moan spilling from your lips as you tried to catch your breath. “Matt—” your voice cracked, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. “Please… slow down…” A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in. “No.” The single word sent a bolt of heat through your core, and your body clenched around him involuntarily. He groaned at the sensation, his hold on you tightening as he pounded into you, each thrust sending a new wave of pleasure crashing through your senses. “You think you can tease me all day,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw before trailing lower, sucking a mark onto your already-bruised skin, “and then beg me to go easy on you?”

His teeth nipped at your collarbone, the sharp contrast between pain and pleasure making your head spin. “Not happening, sweetheart.” Your hands scrambled for purchase against the sheets, against his back—anything to ground yourself as he fucked you relentlessly. “Too much?” he taunted, his voice laced with condescension, his amusement evident as he watched you fall apart beneath him. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own dark with something possessive, something primal. “Then tell me to stop.” The words dangled between you, a challenge, an invitation. His lips hovered above yours, his thrusts never faltering, pushing deeper, harder, dragging you further into the abyss of pleasure. You couldn’t say it. You wouldn’t. Matt saw it in your eyes, the way your lips parted but no words came out—just a desperate, breathless moan. His smirk widened, a flicker of satisfaction flashing across his face. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured. His fingers found their way to your throat, wrapping around it in a firm but careful grip. He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze as he slammed into you, his rhythm unrelenting, his free hand dipping between your bodies to rub slow, teasing circles against your most sensitive spot.

Your body shook, overwhelmed, over-stimulated, but God, you didn’t want him to stop. “Take it,” he growled, his voice rough, needy. “Take all of it.” You gasped, your entire body tensing as the coil inside you snapped, your release hitting you so hard you nearly sobbed from the intensity. But Matt wasn’t done. His grip on your waist was bruising as he chased his own high, rutting into you with a desperation that sent you spiraling into another climax before you had even recovered from the first. “That’s it,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your cheek, his breath uneven, hot. “Cum for me again—let me feel you.” You whined, barely able to form words as your body obeyed. It wasn’t until he was buried as deep as he could go, his release spilling inside you, that his movements finally stilled. He collapsed onto his forearms, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he tried to steady his breathing. The only sounds in the room were the ragged breaths of two people completely wrecked, completely consumed by each other. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, Matt smirked. “You good?” he asked, voice laced with amusement as he lazily ran his fingers along your thigh. You tried to glare at him, but you were too fucked out to be convincing.

“You’re a menace,” you muttered, voice hoarse. His lips brushed against your shoulder. “And yet, you love it.” You sighed, trying to gather the strength to roll your eyes, but instead, you just curled closer to him, completely ruined. And Matt? He was already thinking about round two.

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Unforgettable Chemistry — Blarg x Reader

f!reader, passionate first meeting, intense sexual tension, ballroom setting, dress appreciation, request 🦋

The ballroom was nothing short of a dream—a gilded wonderland of flowing champagne, delicate laughter, and music that thrummed through the polished marble floors. The charity gala was in full swing, and despite the sophistication surrounding you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t quite your scene. Draped in a deep burgundy gown that hugged your curves just right, you sipped on a flute of champagne and scanned the room, your mind wandering.

That’s when you saw him.

Matt stood by the bar, his dark suit fitting like it was tailored just for him, his hair slightly tousled in a way that made him look effortlessly charming. He had a drink in his hand and a mischievous smile on his lips as he leaned casually against the counter, observing the room with an amused glint in his eyes. Your gaze lingered a little too long, and when he caught you staring, his smirk deepened. He raised his glass in a silent toast, and you felt heat creep up your neck as you turned away, pretending to be utterly engrossed in your drink. You barely had time to gather your composure before a warm voice interrupted your thoughts. “You know, you’re not exactly subtle.” Looking up, you found Matt standing right in front of you, his smirk even more devastating up close. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, feigning innocence as you sipped your champagne. “Sure you don’t,” he teased, leaning in slightly. “But I don’t blame you. I look pretty damn good tonight, don’t I?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his audacity, the sound surprising even you. “Confident, aren’t we?” “Confident? Nah,” he said, shrugging playfully.

“I’m just stating the facts. Besides,”—his eyes flicked over you, lingering just enough to make your heart race—“you’re one to talk. That dress? It’s not fair to the rest of us.” Your cheeks burned, but you refused to let him see you flustered. “Is this your strategy? Charm your way through the room until someone falls for it?” “Not at all,” he said smoothly. “I only need one person to fall for it.” The air between you crackled, the playful banter laced with undeniable tension. Before you could come up with a retort, the music shifted, a slow, romantic melody filling the air. Matt extended his hand, his expression softening. “Dance with me?” You hesitated for a split second before placing your hand in his. “Lead the way.” The dance floor was a swirl of elegance, but all you could focus on was Matt. His hand rested firmly on your waist, guiding you effortlessly as you moved together in perfect harmony. “You’re a natural,” he said, his voice low as his thumb brushed against your hip. “I could say the same about you,” you replied, meeting his gaze. He grinned, his blue eyes locking onto yours. “You know, I was right about one thing.” You raised a brow, leaning in slightly to match his teasing tone.

“Just one thing?” “That dress,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a soft, velvety pitch. “It’s definitely unfair… because now I can’t focus on anything else.” The warmth of his words sent a shiver down your spine, and you barely managed to keep your composure as he pulled you just a little closer. The scent of his cologne mingled with the faint aroma of champagne in the air, intoxicating in its own way “And here I thought you were supposed to be the charming one,” you quipped, though your voice wavered slightly. “Oh, I am,” he said, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “But I’m also honest. And right now, all I can think about is how damn good you look in that dress—and how much I want to see you out of it.” Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the world around you disappeared. The elegant chatter of the room, the soft music, even the feel of the marble floor beneath your feet—all of it faded until there was only Matt and the unspoken tension crackling between you. “Is that so?” you managed to whisper, your pulse racing. His smirk deepened, his hand pressing just slightly harder against your waist. “Come with me.” Matt led you through a set of gilded doors that opened into a quiet, dimly lit hallway. The noise from the ballroom faded as the doors clicked shut, leaving only the sound of your footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor. “Matt,” you began, your voice laced with both curiosity and anticipation.

“Where are we—” Before you could finish, he turned to face you, his hands finding your waist as he backed you gently against the wall. His dark eyes bore into yours, his expression a mix of desire and restraint. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his lips hovering just inches from yours. “And I will.” You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you reached up, your fingers threading through his hair as you closed the distance between you. His lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was as intense as it was electric, months of unspoken tension finally spilling over. Matt’s hands roamed your body, his touch firm yet tender as he pulled you closer. Your back pressed against the cool wall, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from his body. His lips moved from yours to your neck, trailing kisses that sent shivers down your spine. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with desire. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” “Show me,” you whispered, your breath hitching as his teeth grazed your collarbone. His response was immediate. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to a nearby room.

The door clicked shut behind you, and before you knew it, he had you on the edge of a velvet settee, his hands working quickly to rid you of the dress that had driven him wild all night.

“God, you’re perfect,” he said, his voice low and reverent as his eyes roamed your body. “Less talking,” you teased, your hands tugging at his tie. “More showing.” Matt’s grin was wicked as he obliged, his movements deliberate and confident as he showed you exactly how much you’d been driving him crazy. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word sent you spiraling, the night stretching into something unforgettable. And as the hours passed, it became clear that the magic of the evening wasn’t just in the ballroom—it was in the connection that sparked between you, igniting a fire neither of you would soon forget.

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Between the Lines — Blarg x Reader

f!reader, lazy sex, thigh fucking

You were sprawled out on the bed, resting on your stomach, the soft hum of the TV droning in the background. You’d been aimlessly scrolling through your phone, one knee slightly bent for comfort. It was a lazy, comfortable moment—until the bedroom door swung open and Matt stepped inside, dramatically flopping onto the mattress beside you with a heavy sigh. “Maaaaan,” he whined, voice trailing off into a mock-pout. “I’m so horny.” His tone was halfway between a plea and a joke, the same note he struck when he wanted attention without coming right out and asking for it. You huffed out a laugh without looking up from your screen. “Oh no,” you teased, “whatever shall we do?" He rolled onto your back, his weight shifting atop you, arms bracing himself so he didn’t crush you entirely. You could feel his presence, warm and solid. “Don’t laugh,” he said, pressing his cheek against your shoulder. “I need help.” “Help?” you repeated, still scrolling, though your focus was slipping.

His breath fanned across your neck, the subtle scent of his cologne making your pulse pick up. You’d known Matt long enough to realize when he had that mischievous gleam in his eye. “Yeah,” he murmured, shifting his hips a little—just enough for you to notice. “I’m desperate.” A thought slipped into your mind before you could second-guess it. You snorted softly and said, “If you’re so desperate, why don’t you just…y’know, use my thighs or something?” It was a half-baked joke, something you never actually expected him to try. There was a pause. You could feel him go still. Then he pulled back slightly, looking down at you as though evaluating your sincerity. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” he warned, his tone dropping to something more serious, more interested. You dared a quick glance over your shoulder and found his eyes heavy-lidded, lips curved into a slow grin. That look sent a warm flutter through your stomach. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” you confessed, cheeks warming.

His grin widened. “Oh, you think I’m scared?” Without waiting for an answer, he tugged at your pants, quick, efficient motions. You gasped, suddenly nervous, as the cool air brushed against your bare skin when he peeled away your underwear. He settled himself on top of you again, this time straddling your thighs, his growing hardness nudging between them. You tried to maintain your composure, refocusing on your phone. But when he pushed forward, the smooth slide of his cock between your thighs made your breath hitch. The pressure was delicious, unexpected. He started off slowly, lazily, as if savoring the feeling. Every careful roll of his hips sent a pleasant friction humming through you. “You okay?” he asked softly, tone surprisingly gentle. He didn’t move until you nodded, reassuring him that you wanted this. Then he continued, setting a slow, steady rhythm that made it impossible for you to concentrate on anything else. You swallowed hard, forcing your eyes to remain on the screen of your phone, though the words blurred as he rocked against you.

“This…is different,” you said quietly, voice tinged with breathless amusement and arousal. “I never thought…you’d be into this.”

Matt chuckled, low and warm. “I’m full of surprises,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your neck. “Besides, I kinda like it. Love feeling you clench your thighs for me, knowing how badly you’re trying to pretend you’re not turned on.” Your face burned at the accusation. It was true—you were achingly aware of him, a needy pressure building deep in your core. Your eyes drifted closed for a second before snapping open again. You tried to focus on the phone in front of you, but it was useless. With each glide of his cock, you could feel him getting harder, hear the quiet sounds of him slicking between your skin. He must’ve sensed your struggle because he let out a quiet, triumphant hum. “You can’t even read anymore, can you?” he teased, one hand smoothing up your back, fingers tangling in the fabric of your shirt. “Sh-shut up,” you managed, but your voice lacked any real bite. Your elbows buckled slightly, the tension in your body coiling tight as a spring.

You wanted him inside you now, that hot ache making it almost painful to resist. But there was something undeniably erotic about this, about him using you in such a casual, intimate way. “You like it,” Matt said, not a question but a satisfied statement. He adjusted his angle, pressing more firmly until you let out a soft, needy whimper. “Oh yeah,” he murmured, his breath catching, “you definitely like it.” “Matt,” you whispered, voice cracking with need. You tried to push back, to take more of him, but the position made it difficult. He chuckled at your frustration, slowing his pace deliberately. “Wait,” he said, dropping a kiss between your shoulder blades. “I’m getting there.” It was torture—in the best way. Each gentle thrust soaked in teasing laughter and heated tension. He refused to give you what you really wanted, opting instead to savor the moment, to revel in how easily he could make you desperate without even being inside you. “Next time,” you managed, voice trembling, “just—oh God—just fuck me properly.”

He groaned softly, as if your words ignited something inside him. His movements stuttered for a moment, and you felt him throb between your thighs. “Next time,” he agreed, voice ragged, “I’ll have you on your back, legs spread, begging me.” Your heart lurched at the idea, arousal pooling deep and hot. Before you could respond, he leaned down again, his lips brushing your ear. “For now, just let me enjoy this. Let me use these gorgeous thighs. Let me hear you struggle to keep it together.” You trembled, every word from him tightening the knot in your stomach. As he resumed his languid rhythm, you bit your lip, eyes fluttering closed, phone forgotten. There was only the feeling of him, the weight of his body, the slow friction and his soft, low moans as he neared his peak. When he finally stiffened, muffling a groan against your neck, you felt a flood of satisfaction. The hot, slick evidence of his release against your skin made your own body throb with unanswered need. He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, pressing lazy kisses along your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you suggested that,” he said after a moment, voice full of sleepy amusement. “I can’t believe you took me seriously,” you countered, laughter slipping into your tone despite the ache still lingering in your body. He nuzzled your neck, one hand sliding forward to tangle your fingers together. “We’ll have to return the favor properly,” he murmured, voice warm with promise. “Next time, I’ll make sure you can’t even remember what you were watching, let alone finish it.” You shivered at the thought, smiling softly. “Can’t wait.”

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Baby announcement- Blarg

Summary: Matt reveals to his fans that you are pregnant, and that's the reason why he hasn't uploaded as much the past few months

Warnings: fluff, talk of pregnancy, use of y/n (like once), a swearword, Maybe bad grammar

The faint glow of the camera’s recording light filled the room as you sat beside Matt on a different stool. His signature goofy grin was on full display, though a subtle, uncharacteristic nervousness lingered in his eyes.

“Alright, chat,” he said with a nervous tone as he quickly looked at you to make sure you're okay

“This isn’t your usual video of me screaming over dumb Warzone plays or getting roasted by the guys. This one’s...uh...kind of different"

You gave him a reassuring smile. His fans knew of you, and they were surprisingly very nice. They have only seen you a few times on stream when you brought Matt a snack or when they heard your voice in the background.

Comments started rushing in. The fans were confused since this was just a random stream on a random day with you sitting on a chair and Matt next to you looking nervous

“Okay, so,” he continued, taking a deep breath.

“As you guys know, Im not the most open guy when it comes to my private life, especially when it comes to my family. But this is different. This is special, and i feel that i need to tell you guys this since you have been very supportive even though i haven't been posting this last few months” Matt said and then looked at you with a small smile, silently asking for permission. You nodded, your smile widening.

“Y/n is pregnant. She is 32 weeks pregnant or eight months” he announced. Matt had the biggest smile plastered onto his face.

"I'm gonna be a dad" Matt did a small happy dance in his chair that made giggle.

"Do you wanna show them your belly?" Matt asked you to which you nodded your head.

You stood up from the chair with the help of Matt and did a small twirl and showed them your bump.

"Fuck that made me winded" you laughed a bit as you sat back down.

Hiii I thought I'd make a blurb type of thing just to post something

I did write it in a rush so sorry if it is bad

But since holidays are approaching, I might be able to post fics more often, so if you have a request, you are welcome to send one

Much love 💕

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Requests are open 💗💗