#dolls au

[nobodyfamousposts]

Dolls AU: Streamers

Adrien and Marinette couldn't take the Dolls with them all the time.

Sometimes Chaton wanted to nap in his sunny spot.

Sometimes Littlebug wanted to color in her nook.

...and sometimes, the two wanted to play video games.

And much like their parents, they were good at it!

So good apparently that they started streaming their playtimes.

....and also apparently got popular.

Because somehow, despite being unable to speak, the Dolls and their expressions and their gameplay really endeared them to a number of people.

Chaton plays horror games and makes people melt at the way his ears perk or flatten and how he jumps when he's scared.

Littlebug plays simulation games and board games. People think she's adorable even as she's beating her opponents or torturing her villagers.

...then comes the day that Alya brings up the viral account to Marinette.

Alya: And it's just amazing how real they look! Whoever set it up did a great job with the virtual setup. (Holds up phone so Marinette can see) Marinette: (Sees the video and recognizes Chaton playing FNaF) GAH! Alya: (Completely oblivious as to why she's freaked) I know! Impressive, right?

Needless to say, Marinette rushes home and finds the two playing Minecraft.

Marinette: CHATON! LITTLEBUG! Dolls: (Jump and glance back because uh oh! Mama sounds mad!) Marinette: You are grounded! Both of you! Dolls: (Pout)

[viaviv124]

Here's the fic i made you vote on how i should upload it and i finished the prologue so whee! Let the pain begin!

[dark-twist-fairytales]

... *sigh* I have more on the doll AU.

Listen! It's a good idea, alright? Okay:

Nya and Kai have supernatural abilities. They aren't uncommon in this universe, but they're deadly to talk about.

Nya has the ability to see and hear passed on spirits, but just that: The ghost of the person. Not the memories, not before their passing, just them there and now. Which, more often then not, ends up being a blank slate with vague awareness of who they were. This helps, however, as Nya can direct by asking questions and asking them to follow whatever tug they feel. More often than not, this leads to either another scene, or a doll.

Kai can see the past and hear the voices of possessed or previously owned objects. Dolls have been the most effective, each step of repairing giving more and more of the story. Each damaged part of the doll tell their own events. When dressed, that's where the entire thing pulls together, and he writes out everything.

But, they aren't the only ones with these abilities, they just know they have them.

Jay's way with technology isn't one of just someone that's been around it for their life, its part of a minor interference of his own. He's able to think of something while writing down and suddenly it's popped open on the page, or a notepad is jotting down his thoughts. He's never seen without the notepad app open, as it's his thoughts projected. Yet, if you try to find it again: Nowhere to be found.

Cole's respect for the dead and those unfortunate has offered him an outside help. He feels that 'tug' that Nya describes to ghosts, like something is physically pulling a rope around his chest to follow. Each time he follows it, he finds something to push a case forward, or a case that's fresh.

Zane's and Pixal's eyes are trained to find anything unusual, in any way, shape, or form, but maybe they're too good sometimes. In pictures, Zane finds objects that look different, warped even, then they were in real life, and Pixal the opposite.

I mentioned Lloyd in the last post, but there's a reason why Lloyd is with Kai rather than his own father, or Wu, or Misako. Lloyd, similarly to Kai and Nya, has a supernatural ability like they do.

While Lloyd can't legally help out (only being around 14 while Kai is 21), he frequently hears about 'otherbeings'. While he can't pin a name to them, he's seen them before. Sometimes, when Kai can't pin the memories down, or something seems too warped, Lloyd takes a look at the pictures. He's an outside source trying to fit in, but some cases call for his more advanced abilities.

He can see, hear, and communicate with things greater than spirits or ghosts. 'Otherbeings' to him is a general term that describes anything that isn't a living animal, that either takes the form of something else, possesses living and nonliving things alike, or is invisible to the naked eye.

[thatneoncrisis]

fucked up and evil that i Have been drawing and writing all through january but none of you are allowed to see it

[evgar]

modern au in which:

lilia hires rio

rio falls for agatha (literally)

and agatha is... agatha

agatha - architect, late 20s

rio - landscaper, early 30s

[wayward-delver]

How to cuddle a Disassembly Drone. 💛💜

By tsukiiyo (comm)

@/rottentricks Judgement AU

[matchstique]

Submission for a DTIYS by @cupcakeslushie ! I do love my boy Donnie. EW! Donnie should not have scissors tho…he should be given much more dangerous and sharper objects. Possibly even plutonium. As a treat.

Empyrean Weeping is cool ya’ll should check it. Be aware this is some heavy content in the story tho!

[ratiishu]

some solver gals! (redesigned Uzi cuz I didn't like how I drew her before 😭)

Some details of Young Solver Cyn's design:

Beginning to lose hair because of the solver but also starts turning white

Has several open (decaying) wounds on her body, shes basically skinning herself and she doesnt rlly feel anything from it at all since under her skin is now her new body aka the one I drew a while back.

Her right eye where her solver eye usually appears has also damaged her skin which leads to Cyn constantly scratching it until she rips it off when she feels like it cuz she was beginning to feel no pain

Her chest and hands are the most ripped and torn apart parts of her body that N and Tessa has to make sure she covers her wounds well since both of them are extremely worried about her 😭

Bonus detail N still tries to style Cyn's hair even despite the fact she has been losing hair (auugghhh supportive big brother n)

TW// Non-sexual nudity on next image!

Came up with an idea where the solver's chest part of their body begins to decay or burn off from their body, revealing their solver body underneath the skin IDK it kinda adds some gruesomeness to the Solver for my au hehe

[mishim0]

Human gang struggling with vampire things yk?

[supd00dle]

love me some fan made mobian Metal Sonics @artkotaro (these two belong to them!!)

[nobodyfamousposts]

Hey I love your work. This idea keeps popping up in my head involving your doll au. I know in your posts for this au marinette still become guardian and let's say a situation causes a scene similar to the beginning of gang of secrets. Girl squad comes over, confess her secret, starts to look through her room. But instead of almost finding the box, they find Chatton drawing behind a pillow. I imagine 5 one-shots of the each girl babysitting him. Or did I just create the origin of reluctant dark l

Chaton was having a good day!

He got to rest in Mister Sunbeam. But he wasn't sleepy. Instead he was working! He was being artsy, just like Mama!

Chaton had a big piece of paper and his own cray-eons to draw with! And he was drawing all sorts of things!

He was drawing Mama! And Mama as a hero! The best hero! Spotty Mama with a cape and staff!

And he was drawing Pinkling and Greenie and Grand Pa Fu! And the Box! And the Friends Inside!

And Untie! And cookies! And kitties!

Hmm….he was running out of space on the paper.

But he had more paper to draw even more things on! Yay!

He thought it over and was debating whether to draw an alien or a unicorn.

…..he couldn't make up his mind, so he decided to do both and draw a space unicorn!

And he delivers rainbows and smiles!

And he shoots marshmallows with his laser!

Chaton got really into his drawing that he stopped paying attention to the sounds of the bakery below.

Even when those sounds started getting louder.

Alya, for her part, wasn't having that good of a day. But it was going to improve now that she had a plan to talk to her best friend. And she was going to ge some answers, mark her words!

"Okay, we'll talk to Marinette and get her to tell us the truth so we can help her!" Alya explained the plan with the other girls in tow.

Alix frowned, uncertain. "Maybe we should let her talk to us in her own time?"

Alya rolled her eyes. "I am not going to stand by when my girl is hiding secrets!"

And not wasting any time, she shoved open the door to Marinette's room.

"Marinette! We've come for the truth!" She announced.

Silence.

Nothing but silence and an empty room.

Empty and silent.

Except for the sounds of scratching on paper.

And Marinette's Chat Noir doll in the middle of her room. Whom was clearly the one drawing on the paper. And looking quite happy with himself.

The girls stared.

Chaton finally took notice of the intrusion and turned to the ones responsible.

They gaped at him.

Chaton stared back, a bit surprised. People? Who were these people? Why were they there? What were they doing there?

Then he realized that there WERE people there and remembered that he was supposed to not be caughted.

Chaton flopped back onto the ground, pretending to be a regular toy and hoping they didn't see him.

Alya stared in disbelief.

"No, don't try pretending now. We saw you." She told him.

No, they didn't. Chaton insisted.

[dark-twist-fairytales]

I have.. The creepiest AU imaginable.

I'm not a huge fan of dolls. Stuffed animals? Hell yeah. Dolls? Nope. Not a bit. I still own to porcelain dolls because they're adorable and the hair covers their eyes.

This is creepy to me because it involves dolls. The unsettling nature of them in general, with that being said:

This is a powerless AU, so they don't have their original powers.

Zane works as a detective on murder cases. Particularly, those of younge children, as he's able to stomach those cases better than others on the field. His evidence team consists of Nya and Pixal, while for the same reason that Zane works on these cases.

Jay runs as a member of the police force, logging numbers and cases, but is generally pulled to Zane's team as the researcher. Zane trusts him the most out of everyone else.

Cole works as a coroner, having a strive and natural talent for it. He respects the dead a lot and wants to bring justice. Once again, Zane trusts him, so he's set on Zane's cases most often, even being brought to field for certain cases.

Kai works as a doll repairer. See why I mention them before? Entirely creeped out by them, but he still repairs them. It's good money, plus it keeps Lloyd away from police work, as Lloyd is far into his legal care.

But, what makes this creepy? Unsettling even?

Maybe, for the abilities they have. Nya is always on the case, and finds the most out-of-place evidence that gets them closer to the killer. But, more often, to dolls.

Kai almost seems near panicked for each step of the way during repairs, destroying them to bring them back. It could be a near new doll, it's still.. Unsettling. Anonymous letters are always sent on those cases.

But, those anonymous letters hold meaning. They never out-right tell information, they'd sound crazy! It's not a game they play, they're crafted to hide messages away from prying eyes. Jay hasn't missed a single message since then, and each time, there's a diagram of the doll.

That diagram gets sent down to Cole once it's all decoded, and without a doubt: Everything listed is found on the cases body. But, wait wait- You can't smuggle evidence away, you're tampering with a case!

.. Not if they're never found as evidence. If there's no pictures of them, then how are you able to tell? Pixal is stratigic with how she frames pictures

And the detective is always heading towards that doll shop...

[muwapsturniolo]

Cuteness aggression 🐰ྀི C. Sturniolo

“You’re cute, but stop fuckin’ bitin' me kid!”

⟢ Cuteness aggression, and that’s about it. Link to video this was inspired by is in the title!!!

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

She didn't understand why she felt this way.

She took one look at her boyfriend, and suddenly, she had all this energy bouncing around in her body. It wasn't like he was doing anything special, he had just come back inside from smoking and was now sitting at his desk playing some random game.

But for some reason, he just looked adorable.

His eyes were low and hazy, whatever strain of weed he smoked making him relaxed. He had on one of his larger sweaters and a pair of sweatpants, the clothes making him look so cozy and warm. He was manspreading as well, leaning back in his chair and mumbling under his breath.

She just couldn't take it anymore.

She hops off the bed with ease, her feet making a soft thump on the hardwood floors before she makes her way over to Chris. His eyes dart to her figure, her face being illuminated by the two monitors on his desk.

"Hey bab-" he's immediately cut off by the girl climbing onto his lap, a soft smile on his face as she nuzzles her head into his neck. He chuckles silently, kissing the top of her head.

"Few more minutes Bun, then I'm all yours."

She hums softly and cuddles up to him even more, attempting to calm herself down, however, it doesn't work. That energy still bursting in her body is at an all-time high, and it's all because he looks cute.

She couldn't handle it anymore.

She starts to pepper small kisses along his neck, nothing sexual, just showing her ever-growing affection towards him. As the seconds go by and her energy increases, the small and soft kisses become more aggressive.

She moves the kisses to his jaw, the smooching noises becoming more obnoxious, but somehow, Chris doesn't notice.

She uses this as an opportunity.

She goes back to kissing along his neck, trailing the kisses to his shoulder before sinking her teeth into his skin.

The action finally catches Chis's attention, his body jerking and head whipping towards her. She looks at him innocently, as if she didn't just bite him.

"Kid, what the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing..."

He can't help the smile of disbelief making its way across his face. "Nothing? You just took a bite out of my shoulder like a damn shark." She giggles and attacks his face with more kisses, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together.

"You're just so cute, and I can't help it! I look at you, and I just wanna-" She lets out a noise that sounds like a squeal and a growl. Chris scrunches his face up and tries to push her away, but it's no use - she's stronger than a toddler who has something they aren't supposed to have.

He eventually gives up, letting her continue the assault on his face. All he can do is sit there and take the love and affection his favorite girl gives him.

She stops her kisses and smushes her face against his, their forehead and noses touching.

"You look like that damn Spongebob meme you sent me," he mumbles, his hands finding their way to her hips. She ignores him and basically stares at him with heart eyes.

"You're so handsome, so cute, I could just eat you up!"

"I'm not cute kid- OW!"

He moves his face away as she bites at his nose, his headphones falling off in the process. He huffs and stands up, throwing her over his shoulder effortlessly. She squeals in shock and laughs as he throws her down on the bed. He crawls over her, keeping her pinned down to the bed.

"You’re cute but stop fuckin’ bitin' me kid!”

She smiles and wraps her body around him, pulling him closer and kissing all over his face once more.

"I just get so giddy and full of energy when I look at you, that I don't know how to get rid of it!"

Her explanation makes him smile, he knew exactly what feeling she was talking about - he often felt it himself.

He grabs her jaw, making her look at him. He can see the love in her eyes, it makes him feel warm inside.

"I love you," he expresses softly.

She smiles widely and plants a fat kiss on his lips, "I love you too...Can we get ice cream?"

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐑𝐚𝐰 — 𝐌.𝐒.

Synopsis: all the first-times in your relationship with Matt that are so pure — so raw.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, doll .ᐟ reader, soft dom Matt, this has a LOT, but it's soft and romantic.

With love and big tits, Rose

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Matt couldn’t believe he met a girl like you, someone so brutally soft. 

Silence spoke volumes between you two. Ever since the first date, it never felt awkward. The quiet air never made either of you scramble for words to say. It was so soft, so calming – so delicate. 

Neither of you rushed into intimacy. Long nights were always spent cuddling, watching the moonlight pool through his window as your limbs tangled in his silk sheets. Kisses had been exchanged with such a passionate and slow rhythm. Neither of you wanted anything else but to bathe in the velvety aura of something so soft and pure. 

It was like rocking a baby. Falling didn’t seem scary – it seemed inviting and peaceful. The sweetness of the love never deterred. Fears were buried by each push further and deeper into the relationship, every word and action guaranteeing the dream-like reality. 

There was no rush. Since day one, it’s always been so slow – so sacred. Something so delicate that neither of you could dare to push too hard, following each other with calm, light footsteps down a new path of something foreign yet nostalgic. 

00 . . . the first time he kissed you. 

You felt like a puddle in his gaze. It’s so easy to follow him down the sand, listening to the waves as stars glisten on the water. Normally, you wouldn’t let a guy take you out this late with no one around. But, you feel like you can trust him. 

“I have to take you home soon, but…I really like spending time with you,” Matt says. 

Usually, butterflies of excitement would be in your stomach. But they’re everywhere. Especially in your chest. 

He’s taken you on three dates. Your friends had pestered you about the ‘third date’ standard – sex, but you had told them he hadn’t even kissed you yet. There didn’t feel like there was any pressure for anything. You both just liked each other’s company. You didn’t need some physical connection to prove something here was worth exploring. You already knew. 

“I like spending time with you.” Your toes dig into the stand as you both pause to stare at each other. 

There’s something about his eyes. Something so familiar. It feels like you're looking at the moon, something so untouchable. 

Kiss me.

Your eyes peer into his with the silent plea. Words aren’t forced, a silent understanding makes him lean in closer, his hand holding yours as his other wraps around your waist. 

His breath is fanning on your lips, his eyes searching for permission as you feel something within you completely collapse, no walls or guards up as you let him truly look at you. 

“Can I…” his hand moves from your waist, fingers softly brushing your hair behind your ear as he looks at you with curiosity. “-can I kiss you?” he breathes, his hand tangling in your hair as you nod your head, your chest tightening with anticipation as he starts to lean down.

It feels like a dream. 

You don’t remember your eyes closing. You don’t even remember how cold the air had become. 

There’s nothing but him. Only him. 

His lips land on yours so gently, a type of tenderness you’ve never felt before. It’s a kiss, but it’s so much more than that. There is no spark scaring you away from intensity. It’s just this – it’s just him. 

Matt’s lips are appreciating yours, the way it just feels so natural, so comfortable. The sand seems to sink beneath your feet. You’re held hostage in the feeling of vulnerability. But you don’t even wanna run. You don’t care however much sand the wind is blowing into your hair. You don’t care about anything except for how welcomed you feel, how cherished you feel. 

And it’s just a kiss. 

But there’s no rush. 

01 . . . the first night.

Swarms of anxiety – something unfamiliar for how you typically felt spending time with Matt, but it’s uncharted territory. He’d never asked if you wanted to stay over for the night. You’re not sure what this means, what’s expected of you. 

Did it mean that he wanted more?

You shared long kisses, but nothing quite pushed past a soft moan humming between your lips from how passionately he always kissed you. 

Matt can feel your uncertainty. You’ve both gotten ready for bed, but he can see the slight reluctance in your posture, prohibiting you from completely relaxing. 

“Okay – what’s going on? Talk to me.”

Your eyes stare at the wall nervously, your hands playing in your lap as you feel Matt sit down next to you on the edge of the bed. 

“I…um, nothings wrong–” Matt cuts you off, taking one of your hands into his before placing his lips on the back of your palm. “Somethings wrong. Just talk to me, I can practically hear you thinking,” he remarks. 

Your shoulders sink. The anxious babble of words is racing through your mind, but you don’t know how to say it. 

“I just…you want me to spend the night, Matt. We’ve…we’ve never... just, ugh,” you sigh, frustratedly helpless in expressing the vicious thoughts consuming your mind. 

Matt tugs on your hands, grabbing your attention as your eyes shift over to his. You can see the same moonlight as always, a reassurance washing over you as he starts to speak. “I just wanted to cuddle you. You…you’re more than enough just being next to me, okay? We don’t need to do anything. There’s no rush.” 

Your head falls onto his shoulder as you let out an exasperated sigh. 

It’s Matt, why did you think anything else?

“I’m sorry. I’m just…just getting in my own head,” you explain. 

“I do it too, it’s okay,” Matt reasons, hanging his arm around your shoulders as he presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. 

“-it’s just me, remember? There’s no rush.” 

02 . . . the first of something more. 

Your lips are addicting to him. He can’t get enough of the feeling, the comfort and relief he gets from it, how he can make you feel his devotion through his lips desperately chasing yours. 

“Matt,” you whisper, breathlessly as he slowly devours you, your lips tingling from how long you’d been kissing for at this point. 

But you can’t get enough of it – of him. You love the way he pours himself into you through his lips moving against yours, a pattern completely lost and forgotten as you both succumb to such a natural rhythm of movement. 

His hands rest on your hips. He’s so lost in you that he doesn’t realize what has made you so breathless. “-hm?” he hums into your mouth, a vibration of your moan making his chest pound with a loud drum of his heart. 

Your hands clasp into his shoulders tightly, your chest pushing into his as your back arches slightly. 

And then he realizes. 

He had been so drunk off you, so intoxicated by you, he hadn’t even meant to roll his hard bulge up into you. But he did. And it felt good. 

Matt tries to be more mindful, his kisses getting even more desperate and sloppy as he reminds himself to stay still. “-’m sorry, sorry. Just…can’t get enough of you like this, princess,” he rasps.

You’re more than comfortable. In all honesty, you didn’t mind in the slightest. Heat pools between your legs, a pulse becoming painfully recognizable as he keeps himself contained, only his lips showing all his desperation. 

“No, I,” you gasp, your mouth falling open as his lips start to venture to your neck. He’s just so hungry – so viciously romantic with each passionate kiss. “-more.” Your hands tug on his hair. Matt loses his composure, his hard length grinding up against you as his lips fall flat, a moan vibrating against your neck. 

“God. Are you sure? I – fuuccckkk,” he groans, his teeth nibbling onto the delicate skin of your neck as you grind your hips. 

His hands clutch onto your waist. He’s not pushing you down, he’s simply holding onto you tightly, a desperation to hold you and reassure you making his hands stay planted against your skin, heavy breathes falling from his mouth and onto your neck covered in his saliva. 

“Matt,” you pant, your head falling into the crook of his shoulders as he takes over, grinding himself up into you as your hands pull on his hair. 

One of his hands slides down to your hip, keeping you in place as he slowly circles his hard cock through both your clothes, relishing in the heat radiating from your core. His other hand slides up, cupping the back of your head as he soothes you.

“Shh, I got you, sweetheart. I – mhm,” he whines, his thighs tensing more and more with each movement. “-fuck, is this okay? Does my princess feel good?” he purrs, his head leaning further over your shoulder as he feels your legs tense over and over, the whines spilling from your lips into the crook of his neck telling him you feel good, really good. 

“I – yes, it’s,” you shriek as your gut tightens even further. Matt coos, holding you even tighter and continuing the same lazy grind of his hips. “-’s so…so,” you gasp, clutching onto him even tighter. He’s sure to keep his movements the exact same. His cock twitches every time the whimper falls from your lips as he presses himself hard against your clothed heat. 

“Thaaat’s it,” he says, petting over the back of your head as he feels your body go rigid. “-just let go, baby. I’m,” his words get cut off from a groan ripping from the back of his throat, “-’m right there with you, fuck.” 

It’s so warm between your bodies. Every motion is so addicting, the feeling of him so close to you absolutely consuming you. A harsh, deep noise is ripped through his lips as he feels your legs shake on either side of him. Somehow, it gets even warmer, even more addicting as he feels his dick pulse while sticky cums spurts from his tip and soaks his briefs.  

Your heaves for air are concerningly shaky, your legs still quivering on either side of him as he pets through your hair, trying to catch his own breath. “Fuck – can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispers, hugging you closer as his hand sitting on your hip moves to hug around your waist. 

You whine as you feel his hips rock one more time, the feeling of your panties sticking to your dripping heat so overwhelmingly euphoric. 

“Did so good for me,” he soothes, “-letting me have you like this. Fuck – I love it. I love you.” 

03 . . . the first time.

The same thing had happened so many times. Grinding on his clothed cock until you were both heaving for air. But this time it wasn’t enough, this time you needed more. 

“Fuuuuccckkkk,” Matt’s head drops, his lips brushing against your ear as he lets his hard length rub against you, the only barrier being your panties. 

You can barely see anything. The lack of distractions makes the pleasure consume you even more. 

“Matt, please. I – I want more,” you cry, your hands tugging in his hair brutally as he tightens his muscles to push himself even closer against you. 

Your statement is more than enthusiastic, an obvious desperation in your voice making it clear that you need more this time. Matt’s elbow supports his weight, caging in your head as he loops his fingers around the waistband of your panties. He nearly falls as his hips continue to mindlessly sputter into yours. 

“Are you…are you sure?” he asks. 

You’re left with nothing but desire, your hips lifting as you mumble another plea. Matt slides your underwear down your legs, the hot air gathering beneath the blankets making you even further aware of just how wet you are. 

The lack of fabric makes you whine as you feel the slick drip down. Your legs go to close shut, pulling Matt closer as you feel his bare length brush against your folds. 

An embarrassingly loud moan echoes from the both of you. Matt reaches over, grabbing a condom from his nightstand drawer before standing on his knees and sliding it on. 

“You’re…” he’s hypnotized as he runs his fingers through your wet pussy lips, nearly drooling at the sight of you writhing from the simple touch. You’re pulsing for him. “--you’re so wet, sweetheart.”

“Please.” you beg, dignity seeming to disappear as you lock your legs around him, pulling him against you. 

“Yeah?” Matt purrs softly, caging your head with his arm as he keeps himself propped above you, his lips tickling your ear as his other hand guides his tip along your wet slick. “Want me to fuck you, princess? Fill you up?” he husks, hissing as your hips move, desperately trying to suck him in as his tip glides right over your entrance. 

Your nails digging into his shoulder tell you how much you need him. “Please, Matt. Please, please–” 

“Shhh, shhh,” he coos, letting his tip line up with your dripping hole. He’s too sweet to torture you any longer. The pleas spilling from your lips were beyond thrilling, but all he wants to do is give you everything and more. “Relax for me, okay?” 

It’s hard to relax. Your muscles are tensing with anticipation and need. The second you feel his cock slipping into you, you’re a puddle of euphoria. It’s not even just the physical sensation. You just feel so close, so vulnerable and safe. 

“Oh,” your mouth drops open. The sensation of him stretching you open is blissfully perfect. So slow, so tender. 

“Yeah, god – just – just gonna fuck you nice and slow, okay? Just,” he starts to slowly rock his hips, pulling out after only half his length is buried in you. “-fuck, princess. You’re suckin’ me in,” he strains, gritting his teeth as he feels just how tight your walls are pulling him in. 

“-’m sorry, I,” your babbling nonsense. Matt huffs at your blissful state, a sense of pride from your vulnerable state making his dick sink deeper into you. He’s so close, he’s a part of you right now, carefully plunging his length into you slowly. 

“Oh – oh my god,” he breathes, hesitantly pushing himself deeper with each thrust, the twist of your hands in his hair giving him endless encouragement. 

Your mouth falls open, your head digging into the pillow as you let yourself be utterly consumed by every sensation. 

Matt’s cock is digging into you passionately. Every slow thrust is gliding right against such sensitive nerves inside of you, your walls gushing against him from how excessively wet he had already made you. 

“Shit,” he seethes, his elbow supporting his weight shifting as he lets his hand slide under your head, pulling you into his shoulder as he fucks you sweetly, romance oozing from his passionate movements with each rock of his hips.

You claw into his back. It all feels so intimate, so raw. 

“Matt, I — I,” you breathlessly heave, his motions faltering as a whimper falls past his lips. 

“Tell me. Please,” he cradles your head even closer into the crook of his neck. “-tell me how good I make you feel, sweetheart, I — need it, god,” he rasps. 

A sharp gasp pulls from your lips. He’s so deep, crawling into you with care and desperation to be closer – to make you feel good. 

“-so good, it’s—” 

Your words are cut off by a loud cry pushing past your lips. The sound of his pelvis smacking against yours as he completely bottoms out is everything. Pure devotion leaks through his aura as he clutches you impossibly closer, his hips unsteadily and sloppily fucking into you. 

“Mmmph, yeah…just…just wanna make my girl feel good, my – my pretty girl,” he hisses, your walls taking his length greedily. 

His intentions are displayed with nothing but love. His hips digging into yours over and over again as you feel a warmth spread inside your gut and your chest. 

“Matt, I’m –’m,” you swallow, completely blinded by waves of pleasure as he sinks into you over and over again, his whines becoming more frequent as his pace becomes more erratic. 

“I, please,” he begs, his fingers tangling in your hair as he hugs you even tighter, “-cum with me, princess. Need it, need you – need, oh, oh my,” he breathes your name over and over again, completely entranced as your pussy pulls him in, clenching and convulsing around his cock. 

“Matt!” you cry, completely stricken with vicious pleasure pulsing through every pore in your body, the overwhelming sensation making you feel so emotional as you cry his name. 

“Oh – mmmm,” Matt’s voice is completely strained. His cries and hums are muffled, his lips pursing as he focuses on fucking you so deeply, his love pouring from his mouth as he whispers sweet praises while riding out his high. “--fuck, so good, princess. Always so perfect for me, I – fuck,” his voice cracks, a cry of pleasure and raw emotion leaking from his heart, “-I love you. So much. Love, love, love you,” he repeats, heaving as he slows his hips to a stop, letting his weight rest on you as you both gasp for air. 

Matt can’t help but breathe his devotions. The words spill, making your chest tighten and relax at the same time. 

It’s just so pure.

So raw. 

[foolnamedjoey]

Together forever, fixed and broken

[new-management-murder-drones-au]

Doll my tired solver girl