#lure siren matt

[ewdenimjeans]

Tales from the Cave Update

image of siren Tom is from the wonderful whyareyoureyesblack here on tumblr ~my inspiration~

[worldlxvlys]

collide

matt sturniolo x singer! reader

warnings: smutttt, p in v, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, grinding

a/n: hope you enjoyyyy <33

“thank you guys so much for all the support and coming out here tonight” i said into the microphone.

the audience members replied with deafening applause and cheers.

i laughed into the microphone, still soaking in this unreal experience.

i had gotten about halfway through my set, and now was just taking a quick breather.

“i also wanted to give a huge thank you to my best friends, for always being there for me and constantly showering me with love and support” i said as i glanced over to the triplets.

best friends. well, two of them were my best friends. matt, however, was more than that to me.

we were dating, but we hadn’t told the fans yet, not wanting to deal with the hate that would most likely come with it.

but the fans aren’t dumb.

due to their insane attention to details, they were easily able to pick up on the feelings that matt and i had for one another. they just didn’t know that we’ve acted on them.

once i put out my first album of songs, titled chemistry, the fans quickly realized i was with someone. they had their suspicions, but i never confirmed that it was about matt.

most of the tracks on the album were love songs that i wrote over the years. they weren’t even necessarily for matt, i just wrote them whenever i was overwhelmed by my feelings for him and needed a way to get them out.

song writing helped me to process my feelings, and it just so happens that matt takes up almost every thought in my brain.

“i wouldn’t have made it this far without you guys and i’ll never truly be able to put into words how grateful i am” i said while looking at the boys in the VIP section.

in response, nick smiled and blew kisses while recording the interaction, like a proud mom at their child’s performace; chris did an awkward happy dance and screamed “we love you!” , and matt sat there with a lovesick look on his face and a shit-eating grin.

after a few more, we got to my favorite song on the setlist.

“this next song, literally just came out and is already doing so well, and i thank you for that” i was met with more applause.

after introducing the song, the first few chords played and then stopped, teasing the audience.

they went wild. after a few seconds, the intro really started to play.

MATT’S POV

i been knowing you for long enough

damn, i need you right now

she looks so good. her outfit was tight, fitting her in all the right places and accentuating her curves.

you can take your time, don’t have to rush

this might take us a while

she sounds incredible live. her voice is smooth as she effortlessly slides through the runs, never missing a note.

i left all the doors unlocked and you said you’re on your way

when you get here don’t you say a word, got no time to play

she might genuinely be a siren, luring me in with her seductive, yet somehow sweet and innocent-sounding voice. her tone is crystal clear and it almost makes me want to cry.

we can go all the time

we can move fast, then rewind

when you put your body on mine

and collide, collide

she starts to sway her hips to the beat, and i genuinely think i might lose it.

wanna see your body on mine

and collide, collide

her skin is coated with a light layer of sweat, making her body glisten under the lights. she looks like a goddess.

baby it’s all yours if you want me,

all yours if you want me

she looked directly at me when she sang this line, and the feeling of the intense eye contact went straight to my dick.

put it down if you want me tonight

she smirked lightly, no doubt enjoying how red my face was turning. she knows what she’s doing.

she made her way through the song, continuing to tease me. she would slowly run a hand down her body or lean forward to sing to the crowd, giving me a perfect view of her breasts.

god, they look like they’re gonna fall out of her top.

when she got to the bridge, i swear the sound of her voice alone almost made my eyes roll back.

i know that this is love when we touch boy

you got my heart

and can’t nobody make me feel like you do

boy like you do

the fact that there was so much tension between us, despite being so far away was driving me crazy.

it could be one of those nights

where we don’t turn off the lights

wanna see your body on mine and collide, collide

i could listen to the sound of her voice for the rest of my life.

i love it when she talks, when she laughs, when she sings, when she moans.

i swear when she hits certain notes, it almost sounds like she’s moaning. but no one else knows that, because i’m the only one who pulls those sounds from her pretty mouth.

those pretty lips, always soft and glossy, perfect for kissing.

by this point, my dick was throbbing as it pressed against my jeans.

said it’s all yours if you want me,

all yours if you want me

put it down if you want me

let’s collide

her head fell back as she finished the last note, basking in the endless amounts of applause she received.

her neck looks so pretty, i need to kiss it.

she looks up at me again, moving her tongue across her teeth.

yeah, she’s definitely doing this on purpose.

the further she got through her setlist, the more turned on i was.

her tits bounced when she jumped around during her upbeat songs.

at one point, she was full-on twerking. she threw her ass in a circle, her skirt riding up the slightest bit. i fully thought i was going to cum in my pants.

after she finished the last song, she began to adjust her skirt while she gave her closing speech. when she moved her hand, i saw the waistband of her panties peek through.

waistband, if you could even call it that. it became evident that she was wearing a g-string under her skirt.

i completely zoned out of what she was saying, too focused on all of the filthy thoughts that began to flood my mind.

before i knew it, there was another round of applause before she walked off of the stage.

suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

READER POV

after a few minutes, i heard a knock on my dressing room door.

i opened the door to reveal matt and i quickly pulled him in before closing and locking the door.

“hi baby” i whispered.

“hi my love” he said before placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

“you did amazing, baby. and you sound better and better every time you sing”

i looked down bashfully, the corner of my lips turning up into a grin. “thanks”

he placed his finger under my chin, pushing it up to look at him.

“ you shy now, baby? didn’t seem like it when you were shaking your ass on that stage”

i glanced at his lips before looking back up at his eyes.

“you liked that, baby?” i asked as i turned around, moving my hair over my shoulder.

i began to grind on him, moving my ass on his hard dick.

“fuck yes, baby. shittt” he groaned as one of his hands wrapped around my waist, the other moving to grab my boob through my top.

the hand that was around my waist moved under my panties, gently rubbing my clit.

“fuckkkk matt” i sighed out, my head pressing against the door.

his breathing got heavy as he rutted his hips against my ass, pushing his face into the crook of my neck.

“talk to me baby, please. gotta here that pretty voice” he choked out as his voice got slightly higher in pitch.

“ yeah baby? like the way my ass feels against your bulge? want me to twerk on you?” before he could answer, i bent over slightly.

my skirt inched up, exposing my ass and making his fully erect cock dig into it.

“fuck! you can’t do that, baby. i’m gonna cum”

“take these off for me” i said, pulling on his jeans.

he quickly complied, unbuckling his belt and pulling them off while i turned around to face him.

he swiftly picked me up, bringing me over to a vanity and placing me down on top of it.

my back was pressed up against the mirror, which was cool against my burning skin.

he brought his lips to mine in a hot, desperate kiss.

his hands crept under my skirt, pulling my panties off without breaking the kiss.

he smoothly pocketed them before collecting my wetness with his finger, using it as a lubricant to push his digit inside of me.

“shit, matt” i moaned out as he fucked me with his finger.

i reached down between us, stroking his length through his boxers.

he added another finger, stretching me out.

“oh my god, matt. so fucking good” my eyebrows furrowed as i leaned my forehead against his.

“gotta make sure my princess is nice and stretched, never wanna hurt you” he spoke between grunts.

i moved my fingers to the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down and watching his dick slap his stomach.

his tip was red and covered in pre-cum.

he removed his fingers from my aching pussy while i pumped him a few times, before guiding him inside of me.

we both groaned at the feeling of my walls squeezing him as i took him inch by inch.

he gave me a minute to adjust before thrusting into me deep and hard.

i screamed his name, probably loud enough for anyone outside of the room to hear.

“yes baby, lemme hear that gorgeous voice. god, i love hearing you say my name”

matt pushed his hips up into mine with full force, his hands on my waist to hold me steady.

“you feel so good wrapped around me like this baby. you’re so good” he whispered.

he pushed me into the mirror with each thrust, producing a loud thud each time it hit the wall.

the vanity shook under me as he kept up his relentless pace.

matt took my legs and hooked them over his shoulder, continuing to ram into me.

i felt my orgasm approaching, and i grabbed onto matt’s biceps, needing something to hold onto.

“matt matt matt, i’m gonna cum!” i yelled frantically.

“me too, give it to me baby. wanna feel you dripping down my cock” his words sent me over the edge.

with a final cry i released all over him, while he filled me up.

he thrusted a few more times, helping us ride out our highs before pulling out.

“god damn” i whispered out as we watched our juices spill out of me.

“you’re so fucking amazing” he said as he cleaned us up.

after we got dressed and made our appearances look somewhat presentable we stepped out of the dressing room.

“where are your brothers?” i asked with furrowed brows.

i pulled out my phone and saw a text from nick.

we’re going outside to wait. we can hear you freaky fucks from across the venue.

matt and i looked at each other and bursted out laughing.

🌸🌸🌸🌸

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[signedaiko]

Hiiii! May I request some platonic headcanons for MTMTE? I was thinking about a g/n human reader pulling some pranks on some bots on the LL (Ratchet, Rodimus, Rewind) and what their reactions would be.

Ratchet | Rewind | Rodimus [MTMTE]

In which you try pulling a prank on some of your friends aboard the Lost Light.

Reader is: Gender Neutral | Human | Autobot. Platonic.

Ratchet

Your friendship started with you making teasing comments, which eventually led to jokes and seemed to be verging towards pranks

Ratchet was a grumpy one, so while your jokes are welcome, there is a time and place for them

One of those times is not the first thing in the morning, especially when he's preparing to get into a surgery

And yet, as he went to enter his office, he was surprised to run into some kind of thin, transparent film that forced him back onto his aft

You'd spent the whole night lining the door of the medbay with several rolls of plastic wrap, knowing his optics would still be woken up

It came to bite you in the ass; he wakes you up from your sleep after the all-nighter by yelling your name and banging at your door

He's pissy, and now he's making you sit on his desk all day, watching the surgery, and banging his fist on the table every time you start to doze off

You can sleep when he's done and when he feels you've learned your lesson for startling him so early

Rewind

You were the life of the party, in many ways

A lot of Rewind's best recordings come from you

Were all humans this fun? Or were you some rarity?

Either way, he's a big fan, and he's always got his camera rolling if you're there

You also make him feel special because none of your jokes or pranks are aimed at him

In fact, you usually request his help with pranks, be it as small as catching it on tape or something like replaying someone's voice to lure another of the crew

That's what made your plan against him so effective; he never expected himself to be a target of your genius

Until one late evening, he enters the habsuite to get some rest and-

Wait

Why is everything on the wrong side?

Chromedome is there resting, and Rewind wakes him up to ask what's going on

"What are you talking about? Are you feeling okay?"

Chromedome fully convinces Rewind he may have something wrong until he pulls up a clip of the room

"Fuck." He hears your small voice come from somewhere behind Chromedome, and he's running at you

"Both of you! Traitors!"

Rodimus

Rodimus knew you better than most others, and while he pretended to scold you in front of Ultra Magnus all the time, he liked the energy you brought

Besides, he was always pulling small pranks of his own, usually on Ultra Magnus, which was cheap and easy, but pranks nonetheless

That meant he presented a challenge, though

Rodimus was very good at telling you were up to something and had caught many of your pranks before

Unfortunately for him, most is not all, and he'd once again been fooled by your trickery

You'd mixed powdered sugar into his paint polish, which made it look shiny at first, but once dried, it left him very sticky and matte and made his paint look uneven

Oh, he knew who'd done it the moment someone pointed it out, and he wasn't going to let you get away with it so easily

Next thing you know, Siren is over the ship's comms claiming there's an emergency and that Rodimus is severely injured in the med bay

Of course you go racing to see him, unaware the announcement was only to your hab suite

He sat there, Rewind by his side, recording as you burst in with emotions evident on your face, only to realize what he'd done

Asshole

Authors Note - I am actually, secretly, the least funny person in the universe so I hope these parnks were realistic in some shape or form! Thank you for requiesting 🩵

[chvoswxtch]

hii I was the one who asked about your thoughts on desperate subby matt and could you maybe please make a fic about it 👉👈

hi nonnie!

I apologize that this took so long to get to you, but I hope you enjoy!

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni) word count: 2.3k

siren.

Every single atom in Matt’s body seemed to be blazing with fire, as if the very flames from Hell had breached the Earth’s surface to lick and nip at his overly sensitive skin. A tremor cascaded through every stitch of nerve endings in his body, and even the faintest gust of warmth from your breath felt like being shocked by a live wire.

You hadn’t even given him a moment to recover from his second orgasm before sending him hurtling towards his third. 

The second he stepped through the door, you seemed to be able to tell what he needed. You always knew, usually before he did. Whether it was because he ignored his own body and soul’s pleads for care, the absence of space in his brain for anything not related to saving his city, or your own secret set of heightened senses that seemed to be tuned specifically to him; you understood him on a level that not even his own creator could.

As you dragged your soaked pussy along Matt’s half hardened cock, a strangled moan flew past his lips. He could taste the sweet tang of your arousal in the air when it coated his entire length, faintly mixed with the flavor of his own salty release he had just emptied into your welcoming mouth. The palm of your hand that dragged slowly down his chest was still lightly coated with sticky remnants from when you had worked him over with your hand down his pants on the couch. 

Like a siren, you had lured him in with your captivating voice, coaxing him to join you on the couch with a few enchanted words the second he stepped through the front door. Your lips had pressed gentle kisses to his temple while your nails lightly scratched at his scalp, slowly infusing an antidote into his system to force out the toxic pent up stress and tension out of his body. Matt had found himself in such a state of relaxation, he hadn’t even noticed that you had managed to remove the barrier of his belt to slip your hand into his trousers. By the time he realized he had been enraptured, you were already sinking him beneath the wreckage of bliss. 

In his initial post orgasm haze, Matt obediently followed you into the bedroom on wobbly legs, succumbing easily to the shift in the dynamic of power. Sometimes he struggled to let go of that control, even when he really wanted to, but you had quickly figured out how to break through the barrier of his own subconscious, bewitching the Devil into submission so that you could grant Matt the absolution he desperately sought night after night. 

Despite the legato rhythm at which you had conducted his first orgasm, Matt came quickly, producing a fountain of ivory cream spurts that coated your palm. He would’ve been embarrassed if he hadn’t been reeling with pure elation. But you were determined to force his body and mind to slow down, to enjoy every single second of the waves of pleasure that were awaiting him at the shore. 

Matt nearly jolted off the mattress when your warm mouth enveloped him. In a matter of minutes, you rendered him a whimpering and desperate shell of his usual confident and dominant stature. Every time you felt the telltale twitch of his cock against your tongue, you released him from your mouth, and Matt begged you more than he had ever begged his God for anything. A part of you felt guilty, especially seeing the shine collecting in the corners of his eyes from your delicate assault on his senses, but you reminded yourself that he needed this. It was the only way to guide him out of the tumultuous labyrinth of his own mind to a sanctuary of peace that he desperately craved.

Every time he thought he was about to ride the tide of gratification, your tortuous calamity left him shipwrecked in the midst of the mattress, clawing through silk and needy prayers of your name for mercy. The hands he used to bring righteousness to the wicked gripped at your hair and the back of your neck in desolation, trying helplessly to guide you like an oar towards the edge of the Earth he wanted to free fall from. But each time he did so, a noise of disapproval would hum in your throat, followed by a chastising verse of his name, and he would cry out in despair as he surrendered to you all over again. 

Your one rule was that he wasn’t allowed to think. There were no choices to be made except the ones you made for him. There was no control to grasp onto, only to relinquish. The only thing you demanded of him was to give into you completely.

When you finally allowed him to come, Matt nearly sobbed in gratitude. His cock ached as he spilled every seed he had to offer down your throat, but before he could catch his breath, you had already ascended his body and begun to get him ready again. 

“I…I c-can’t-“

“Yes you can, Matthew. You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

Matt let out a broken whimper at those words, fingers digging so hard into the flesh of your hips, you were surprised his blunt nails hadn’t broken the skin. While you continued to drag your soaked pussy along his hardening cock, your hand reached forward to delicately wrap your fingers around his throat, and when you applied the slightest bit of pressure, Matt gasped loudly.

“Come on, baby. Tell me what you are.”

Despite the overwhelming heat that slicked his sensitive skin in a heavy layer of sweat, Matt shivered at the sultry tone of your voice burrowing in his ears. Gritting his teeth, he let out another choked whimper when the overly sensitive head of his cock snagged against your entrance. 

“Good boy.”

Matt’s voice was so breathless, you almost didn’t hear him. But the movement of his plush lips was clear, and brought a proud smile to your mouth. 

“A very good boy. Just give me one more, baby. Can you do that for me? Please?”

How could he say no? You were his angel, granting him the forgiveness and sanctuary he couldn’t find in anything else. How could he deny you when you made him feel this good? He could take another. He had broken his body and fractured his own soul time and time again, and had managed to drag himself to resolution until his fingers bled. 

And he did all of that alone. 

But now he had you, and you would never push him past the limits he drove himself over. You wouldn’t leave him behind in the debris to search for his own missing pieces. Even if you tore him apart, you always put him back together. 

Matt trusted you. 

Giving a nonverbal nod of consent, Matt’s jaw nearly became unhinged and fell open the moment your tight heat ensnared his throbbing cock. Arching his back off the mattress slightly, Matt lifted his sightless eyes up towards the Heavens, a string of curses and prayers leaving his lips in unison. 

“Oh God…please…”

Your fingers instantly coiled tighter around his throat, and the brimstone laced in the warning of your tone had him squeezing your waist tightly as he shuddered.

“No. None of that. You wanna pray to someone, pray to me.”

Matt whimpered loudly as your walls clenched around his weeping cock, nearly cutting off his blood flow, and his thighs tensed from the tedious and languid figure eights you were drawing with your hips. 

“I…I-fuck…ungh…”

“Use your words, Matthew. You’re a smart boy, aren’t you?”

Riding Matt was one of your favorite ways to fuck him. He looked so fucking beautiful below you; brows scrunched together and eyes screwed shut, features twisted up in absolute euphoria, jaw completely slack, lips puffy and rouge from the attack of your own. You wished you could take a picture with your eyes and frame this sight above the bed so that you could stare at it all goddamn day.

Bending over his body slightly, you used your other hand to lightly trace his bottom lip with your thumb, smiling at the way he lifted his head slightly to follow your movements with his mouth. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Matthew. My pretty, good boy. You make me so proud, you know that? So proud.”

Grinding your hips down to emphasize your words, you both let out a guttural moan as his cock nudged that spot inside you only he could ever reach. Matt panted heavily beneath you, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Even in the haze of your own pleasure, you tried to keep his senses in mind, knowing he was already past the brink of overstimulation at this point.

But there was a searing sense of pleasure in the pain you inflicted upon him. 

“You need to come, don’t you?”

Matt cried out in affirmation, and you cooed noticing the streams of salt leaking down his cheeks. Prying his hands away from your waist, you interlocked your fingers with his and held his hands down against the mattress, pinning them over his head. You squeezed them tightly while oscillating your hips at a quicker pace. 

“It’s okay, baby. You’ve been so good for me. I’m so proud of you. I want you to let go for me, Matthew. Let it all go and give it to me. Be a good boy and give it all to me.”

The enticing spell of your words surged the crest of his rapture to its peak, and with your permission to tear the chains off the gates of Heaven, Matt burst through in a frenzy. His thighs shook violently and his entire body convulsed as if he were possessed and your cunt was the source of his exorcism. As he purged his sins in wave after wave at your altar, you baptized him in your own gratification, cleansing him in the forgiveness and love he couldn’t grant himself. 

Matt’s hands trembled in yours, reciting your name in prayer over and over like it was the only thing his brain could process as he nearly blacked out from the intensity of his third and final release. 

Somewhere far away in the edges of his mind, he could hear your voice gently luring him back to the plane his soul had astroprojected from. His entire body was tingling with static, as if someone were shoving a thousand needles into his sensitive skin. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath, and the heat in the room felt suffocating, the sweat lingering on his chest like a layer of cement.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he finally gained a sliver of control over his senses again. Seconds? Minutes? Days? He couldn’t tell. All he could hear was the rapid knocking of your heart against your ribcage, just as swift as his own. He could feel your presence at his side, fingers twitching to reach for him but giving him his space to breathe, eyes fixed on his face in pure concern for his well being.

Swallowing thickly, Matt sucked in a heavy breath to fill the expanse of his empty lungs, reaching a shaky hand out that you eagerly accepted. Turning his head in your direction, he shuddered at the cool touch of your palm against his cheek, nuzzling into it when your thumb brushed along the blazing skin of his cheekbone. One of the things Matt loved about you was that your body was always significantly degrees cooler than his own. Where he provided the comfort of warmth, you provided the relief of coolness. He thought it was poetic how well you balanced each other out. 

He heard the way your lips parted and shut several times, trying to decide if you should interrupt the silence or not, and a lazy smile attempted to tug at the corner of his mouth. 

“I’m okay.”

Matt’s voice was hoarse and scratchy from the volume you had torn from his chest over the past few hours, and it sent a slight shiver down your spine. He could feel your uncertainty, and half heartedly tugged at your wrist with all the strength he had left in his body. You followed his guide and pulled his head against your chest, carding your fingers through his hair as he let out a deep exhale of relief to be in the safe haven of your embrace. 

“Did I push you too far?”

“No. You were perfect.”

“Are you-“

“I’m sure.”

Letting out a soft sigh, you pressed your lips against Matt’s forehead, wrapping your arms around his back and your legs around his waist in a protective manner. Matt hummed softly as he buried his face into your neck, placing his own gentle kiss right beneath your ear as he whispered drowsily. 

“Thank you.”

“Thank you for trusting me.”

“Thank you for loving me the way you do.”

It was rare that Matt ever slowed down enough to voice his most intimate vulnerabilities, and you cherished those moments more than anything. You knew that voicing the thoughts in his head and the emotions in his heart was something he struggled with, but it made your chest swell with adoration and appreciation how much he tried for you. The fact that Matt felt just as safe with you as you did with him wasn’t something you took lightly, and it sent a surge of pride through you.

Tightening your hold on his body, you allowed your lips to linger against his forehead, stroking your fingertips up and down his back gently in a loving manner as you poured your own sincerity into his ears.

“Thank you for letting me.”

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[luvangelbreak]

Sturniolo Triplets/Sam & Colby as Mythical Creatures

Nicolas Sturniolo Griffin

Nick was the easiest one to choose for me. The Griffin symbolises strength, courage and leadership in heraldry and in Christianity, it symbolises divine power, all of which I think relates to Nick directly. He is a very prominent person, his personality is overpowering in the best way possible and he tends to steer Matt and Chris in the right direction, his leadership is something they both look up to.

Matthew Sturniolo Vampire

The reason I chose Matt as a vampire is because in folklore, the rumour of vampires was spread to invoke fear amongst people to shun those who were different. I think Matt has always felt very different from most people his whole life as well as the fact he just looks like he would be a part of the Cullen family. Y’all know I’m right.

Christopher Sturniolo Faerie

The first thing that came to mind with Chris was a Faerie and it’s because it’s believed that Faeries appear to you to symbolise growth and illusion. It’s said that they are very complicated mythical creatures and I feel as though Chris is a very complicated person (in a good way ofc). Faeries are said to enjoy testing boundaries, games and conceal their motives which I feel like aligns with Chris perfectly.

Colby Brock Siren

Originally, I had Sam and Colby switched but the more I thought about it, I realised a Siren fits Colby perfectly. Sirens are known to be creatures of the sea that lure sailors to their deaths in the water but it’s also believed the symbolism of Sirens are lust and the dangers of temptation. Colby is known to kinda mess with his fans and leave rumours not talked about regarding women in his life which I feel aligns with the allure of a Siren. Also, he’s hot so ofc he can lure women in, ya know.

Sam Golbach Dragon

Last but not least by any means, I feel as though Sam would be a dragon. In religions such as Christianity, dragons are a symbol of evil. However, they can also symbolise supernatural power, wisdom, strength and hidden knowledge. In a lot of cultures, dragons are also known for their ability to be untamed which I think describes Sam perfectly. He is someone who won’t let others dictate his life and he, similar to Nick, has a very powerful presence. I do think Sam and Colby’s could fit either of them, but this makes more sense to me personally.

a/n: lmk if u guys agree w this and also if you want a part 2 with other things (e.g. flowers, cinematic universes, rolls in different movie genres, etc) i’d be more than down because this was genuinely so fun!! also this idea came to me because i saw @muwapsturniolo ‘s half-blood posts so credit to them bc it gave me HUGE inspiration for this!!

[trimmedbushproductions]

so here's the thing: I totally get being annoyed by it, but at this point I think it's clear that Imogen's constant questioning of the gods and defense of the Vanguard is at least partially the result of actual supernatural interference with her thoughts. like... there's something that's been rubbing me the wrong way about some complaints about Imogen, which is that they seem to be based on the expectation that Imogen should be thinking rationally and that her behavior is entirely the result of her being an idiot or a jerk, when there's mounting evidence that she has a fucking god-eating alien in her head influencing her behavior.

Matt mentioned multiple times that Ruidusborn individuals were feeling a compulsion to travel towards the nexus point where the Malleus Key was being built, and I'm pretty sure it was pointed out at least twice that Imogen herself was feeling that compulsion. that alone is proof that Predathos is having some effect on her mind. then, look at what Imogen's been exposed to recently: there's the vision of utopia her mother showed her. and tonight, most clearly of all, Matt described Imogen as feeling a sense of rightness, destiny, belonging during that final moment before the party got split, and then a deep, strong urge to give in to the call she was feeling during her dream.

it's easy as an outside observer to say "well obviously this is all bad news and these feelings are a trap and Imogen should ignore them" but that's not going to be so obvious from inside her own head. and I think perhaps some people aren't cuing into that because it's not as apparent when there is not an explicit game mechanic involved.

like, most people see Chetney fail a wisdom save and go, "okay, it's not his fault if he attacks people, it's the beast taking over." they see FCG build up too many stress points and say "okay, it's not his fault, it's something in his programming." but because Imogen (usually) isn't rolling an explicit save and Laura's just being given narrative cues by Matt's descriptions, some people interpret her actions like she's just a dumbass falling for an obvious con.

and I don't mean to say that I think she's being, like, Dominate Person'd or anything as all-consuming as that. I just think that her thoughts are being influenced by an outside force. what she's being told by rational friends like Orym and Ashton is in direct contradiction to what her senses are telling her. every time she gets a little too close to Ruidus through a dream or vision, it feels good. it feels right. of course she's going to have trouble thinking clearly! of course she's going to wonder if the bad guys are right! this thing has a siren song luring Ruidusborn right into its embrace!

so, like. you don't have to like Imogen's behavior. you can find it annoying. I'm certainly getting a little bored by the same discussion being rehashed multiple times without any progress or answers. but please, if you're going to complain about Imogen, at least take a moment to consider that this isn't just her being stupid, it's her succumbing to a powerful being trying to lure her in.

[zahri-melitor]

Okay a loose Recent Reads roundup:

Birds of Prey: Sirens of Justice: so I was lured (tricked) into reading this as Gail Simone wrote one of the stories, even though it, sigh, contains far too much Harley Quinn due to movie synergy. The Dinah and Helena banter is decent, but otherwise this felt...aggressively fine. The Helena story is very pat in terms of how people tend to write Huntress shorts, though I guess it wasn't 'Helena worries about a student' this time.

The Question: The Deaths of Vic Sage: very much in conversation with O'Neil's run, of course, and also clearly reacting to contemporaneous US racial discussions. Shifting Myra to be the Mayor's sister not wife definitely alters her position in the narrative, particularly in terms of her obligations and response to situations. It is incredibly bleak in places, but that simply reflects the run it is based on and is a tribute to.

Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen: This is definitely for the Silver Age fan. Matt Fraction manages to string together solving a complex assassination plot over 12 issues by telling the story in short, 2-4 page sections that wildly jump around the timeline and are framed by 'the many ridiculous things that have happened to Jimmy Olsen'. I have absolutely no handle on the canonicity of some of this, particularly the extended Olsen family, and not knowing probably makes this read more easily. Looking at it as a whole, I'm impressed how well Fraction stitched what was effectively episodic 2 page fills into a complete narrative. The energy of the story is relentless. Best read in small doses.

Batman: Pennyworth R.I.P: god this comic could have been so much better than it was. It’s fine and accomplishes exactly what it was intended to do - tell a story of how Alfred influenced and looked out for each of Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Barbara - and sets everyone up to be mildly pissed at Bruce. But just for one example, it would have been HUGELY more powerful if they’d been able to use Dick, with his memories just restored, facing the fact he wasn’t there when Alfred needed him and his last interactions were so impersonal and spent pushing Alfred away.

Catwoman 80th Anniversary 100-Page Super Spectacular: again, underwhelming. Tom King played shipper and wrote his version of how the Helena Wayne story should work; the Dixon story felt 90s appropriate but the art was dire; Brubaker’s felt like a missing scene to his run; Dini’s honestly wasn’t up to the standard I’d hope for from Dini. The art pieces were great though; a lot of good commissions.

Robin 80th Anniversary 100-Page Super Spectacular: I cannot work out who chose the covers used in the issue, which swing between 'iconic' and 'reminding everyone ASBAR exists was unnecessary, DC'.

Generally: they did manage to round up fairly iconic lineups for most of the stories, with some chopping and changing for a few.

Wolfman got another run at trying to frame the 'Dick quits v Bruce fires him' debate; Dixon and Grayson both submitted literal fills (Dixon's is a scene immediately after Nightwing #19 1996 and before #20; Grayson's is at least just an extra story that fits into #1-12 of her Titans 1999 run on a day all the second stringers didn't come to work). I don't actually have a problem with any of these - they're nice additional material, but mostly more of the same. Seeley & King's suffers from the usual Seeley problem for me where it would be vastly improved by having a different focus; but it does feel straight out of his Grayson run, with everything that implies (down to the St Hadrian's student I wish was not present). All of the Dick stories are basically "we got the team back together" creative line ups.

Jason, in contrast, makes it really obvious that nobody can define a definitive Jason run, and so gets the tiniest story with Winick and Dustin Nguyen. I checked, and Nguyen did draw part of UTRH, but I wouldn't have associated him as a character-defining artist for Jason. The story's cute. Winick sidestepped having to commit to anything about his opinions on post-Flashpoint Jason direction.

Tim got Adam Beechen (which honestly makes me happy, I don't care about anyone else's opinion) and luxuriates in Tim having to play civilian; Tynion gets a Rebirth story that I can't quite work out his timing on (it's supposed to be a prequel, but Dick is already back in costume as Nightwing and talking to Tim, suggesting that several issues of the Rebirth Nightwing take place significantly before 'Tec #934) that is a classic 'Tim tells everyone how he feels about his brothers' story. I realise everyone boring has complained about Tim calling Damian a 'horrible gremlin' but the thing is you see I can only read nicknames like that as full of affection. The back and forth is an important part of their relationship, as shown by Damian snapping 'you're only listening to the insults'.

Steph gets her 71 days as Robin slightly padded out and Amy Wolfram manages to pick up Willingham's tone pretty well; I suspect she liaised with Damion Scott quite a bit on this piece.

Damian has a Super Sons piece from Tomasi, because it's the most lighthearted option available and it sells very well (it's sickly sweet). Which was probably the right call as the other piece is clearly written by Robbie Thompson to accompany his Teen Titans run and for the downward spiral going on there. Which is honestly a bit of a pity for Damian, given everyone else got feature pieces from favourite runs, and he got the 'this slots into your current story' piece.

[shiorimakibawrites]

The Escape Artist (Alley Cat #2)

Image Credits: kissthemgoodbye.net/Amber Kipp / Nathan Dumlao

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1200

Summary:  Houdini is a sneaky sneak. You are (maybe) flirted at. You awkwardly flirt back. Sort of. Kinda.

Warning(s): Awkward flirting?

Series Masterlist

The Escape Artist

When you came home that night, tired after another long day at the office, you were relieved when Houdini didn't rush the door.

Instead he remained on the couch, looking like he had just woken up from a nap, and gave a soft meow of greeting. After setting down your bag and kicking off your heels, you picked up and cuddled your cat. His purring and soft, warm body was just the stress relief you needed. He grumbled a little when you put him back down but quieted after being given his nightly treat. He seemed content to remain, napping nearby while you made your dinner and ate.

It was only after your shower that you realized that he had been luring you into a false sense of security.

New York City was never quiet. There was always a hum of activity but you had been living in the city long enough for that hum to become white noise. There but not really noticeable unless it changed. A siren would start wailing. A car with very squeaky brakes might shriek by. Drivers would get into a short but intense horn-blowing contest. A shouting match would erupt. All perfectly normal.

So it took a minute for you to notice that those normal and expected sounds were less muffled than they normally were from inside your apartment. You frowned, looking around in confusion

And that's when you saw it. Your bedroom window – the one you knew had been shut and locked earlier – was open. Not all the way but certainly high enough for something like a cat to squeeze through. You darted toward the window, pushed it the rest of the way up, stuck your head out and looked down.

Sure enough, through the darkness and the grating of the fire escape, you could just make out the familiar form of Houdini already a couple floors down. How he managed to do that without falling off was a mystery but not one you were concerned with at the moment.

“Houdini, get back here!” You yelled. In typical cat fashion, he ignored you completely. You swore and contemplated going after him. However, there were a couple of problems with that idea.

One, the little bugger was really fast. You probably won't catch him before he got to the bottom and disappeared. Second, even if you did catch him, you'd have to figure out how to carry a squirming cat up the fire escape. Third, you were wearing neither socks or shoes and that slightly rusty metal didn't look at comfortable for bare feet. Taking the time to grab said foot coverings only gave Houdini more time to escape and he already had a head start.

You might be able to intercept him at the bottom, if you took the elevator to the ground floor. But that would mean going into the alley late at night. You looked toward the ground and bite your bottom lip – anyone could be hiding in those shadows. Daredevil was (probably) on patrol but he could anywhere in Hell's Kitchen . . .

A indignant yowl interrupted your train of thought. You were even more confused when that yowl was followed by a tirade of feline profanity. The mystery was soon resolved when out of the shadows came Daredevil climbing the fire escape with a rather irate Houdini tucked under one arm.

Your jaw dropped. You didn't know how to react. Again, of all the ways you thought you might encounter the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, this particular scenario had never entered your mind. Mostly because there wasn't even a hint of Daredevil being the rescue cats from trees type of hero. He was the put the fear of God into people kind of hero.

It didn't take the vigilante very long to get up your fire escape.

“Evening” he said before gesturing to the grumbling cat under his arm. “This yours?”

His voice was still deep and low but he was apparently far too amused to maintain the growling rasp.

“Y-Yes,” you answered. Then, because your brain-to-mouth filter had ceased to function, said, “I didn't know you also wrangled cats.”

“I'm a man of many talents,” he said and there was something about his voice that almost seemed . . . flirty. Was he flirting with you? That couldn't be right. Men this handsome didn't flirt with you. Ever. An average-looking person like you was practically invisible to someone so beautiful. And he was a superhero. While you had never really meet any of the other heroes in the city, you were pretty sure that they didn't flirt with you either.

“I'm sure,” you said and fought the urge to cringe. That had come out breathier than you had intended because, despite the fact you were sure he wasn't flirting with you, it still flustered you. Still sent those tingles down your spine. Because you wanted it to be flirting. You wanted him to find you as attractive you found him. Which only made you feel even more awkward than usual. Because how likely was that?

His answering grin was all kinds of smug but he didn't say anything further, just held out the sulking cat.

“Hang on a minute,” you said before turning to grab a blanket. Houdini seemed calm but you knew from experience that he could turn into a ball of fur and razor blades in an instant. You flopped the blanket on the cat and wrapped him like a burrito before taking him back. Houdini accepted this state of affairs with minimal grumbling.

“T-thanks for catching him,” you said. “K-kinda of surprised you didn't get bit. Houdini isn't fond of picked up by strangers.”

“He tried,” Daredevil said. “Unfortunately for him, my suit is cat-teeth resistant.”

“S-special feature?” You asked. You weren't trying to flirt. You didn't know how to flirt.

He grinned again. “Yep, paid extra for it.”

There it was again, that definitely not-flirting tone, before he sobered and said, “I hate to cut this short but I need to finish my patrol.”

You were skeptical about this first half of his sentence. Awkward conversation with a stranger was no one's idea of a good time. But the second half was plausible.

“Yeah,” you said and tried to give him your least awkward smile. “Those criminals aren't going to catch themselves.”

It wasn't all that funny but he still chuckled. “No, they aren't.”

“Guess I'll see you later?” you said and then wanted to smack yourself. Stop trying to flirt, you told yourself sternly. You're bad at it and hitting on a guy this hot is asking for heartbreak.

“I guess you will,” he said with a peculiar emphasizes on you. Then snickered.

You had distinct impression there was some kind of punchline here that you were missing. But you had not time to puzzle it out as with acrobatic flip, he was gone.

Houdini did not take his defeat at the hands of Daredevil lying down. In fact, he seemed to have regard Daredevil catching him during his escape to be a challenge. And your Houdini was never one to back down from a challenge.

Apparently neither was Daredevil. So far the vigilante was winning.

[heckcareoxytwit]

A preview of The Incredible Hulk #5

THE INCREDIBLE HULK #5

THE SWAMP SIREN REVEALED! Hulk tracks down the beauty that has been luring man and monster alike to their dooms! An epic brawl breaks out between the Jade Giant, Man-Thing and the true face of the Swamp Siren…but even the Jade Giant is not immune to her song! Plus… A backup story featuring a surprise guest character to honor Latin and Latinx characters and creators!

LEGACY #786

Written by: Phillip Kennedy Johnson Art by: Travel Foreman, Matt Wilson Cover by: Nic Klein Page Count: 36 Pages Release Date: October 18, 2023

[matt-from-peip-hr]

Matt how hard can I pound a siren

DO NOT APPROACH CREATURES KNOWN FOR LURING PEOPLE WHO FIND THEM ATTRACTIVE TO THEIR DEATH.

[gamethecry]

🫂 forrrr anyone youre feeling :3c

yeah here comes a surprise !

EXPLORER!MATT && SIREN!MARE :

matthew ensures he brings something from land each time he visits mare . these range from small things such as decorations and old jewelry all the way to . . . less sightly objects to ease the creature’s hunger .

matt has drawn mare several times , but refuses to show the siren . his art isn’t top tier when it comes to thing beyond sea life ; but , he HAS drawn her , and eventually will gain the confidence to show it .

this is a very personal headcanon , please kit correct me if i am wrong , i heavily believe that mare is SLOWLY drawing matthew in . a companion for the long con to eventually either EAT or have succumb a similar fate to keep them bound for life , such a tumultuous process that the brunet doesn’t even notice he’s being lured into her clutches .

perhaps a headcanon or three ? | @murdermelody

[strnilolover]

Pic of your tail scales and what seashells you want!

Hmm I think my mermaid powers would be siren song, so then like i can lure matt into the water with me j/ (and maybe my tail and shell would glow in the dark) (LMAO)

No Pressure Tags - @adoreechxmpion @themotherofmattschildren @lovergirl0403 @victorriaaaaa @hearts4werka @ifwdominicfike @phone4pills

Wake up bitches we’re playing mermaids.

Pic of you tail scales and what seashells you want on your tits ✨

Tags - @sturniowhore @strnilolover @issysh3ll @mattsfavoritestar @mattsbrat

Make your own and tag your friends! My mermaid powers also include being sexy as fuck and making snortable pearls for drug use! Also if someone can make one for Matt Chris and nick…I’d love you.

[thepercy6andtheradicalsabbatical]

Flåm railway-

The Flåm railway is billed as one of the most scenic rail journeys in the world and it was pretty scenic at times, but also in tunnels for some long stretches. There was some pretty nice swag handed out to kids as well. At one point the train stops for a 5 minute period to snap some pics at a large waterfall and the most exciting part of this stop was a “Huldra” emerging from the woods singing and doing an interpretive dance. Huldra are creatures of Norwegian legend who are basically sirens that lure men into the woods to their deaths. Henry, in particular, was really into the interpretive dance and doing his own take on it as well! We then clamored back inside the train for the remainder of the journey down to Flåm. There, Matt and Becca did a quick grocery shop with nali lady hung with the kids and then we all made the trek on foot to our hostel which was a bit out of town.

[chvoswxtch]

carnal desire

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: after a long night defending hell's kitchen, matt seeks a release within you.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 3k

a/n: all of the warnings. every single one of them. all the kinks. this was purely me going feral over the black suit of sin. i refuse to apologize. happy sinning. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

Any trace of guilt Matt felt about slipping through your window in the middle of the night vanished the second the purity of your scent enveloped him. The steady rhythm of your heart had lured him in like a siren’s song, and even though he could tell from three blocks away that you were deep beneath the blanket of sleep, he’d made up his mind that he would ask for your forgiveness later.

Matt carefully shut the window that you left unlatched just for him, keeping his footsteps light as he followed the familiar path from the living room to your bedroom. Removing his gloves from his hands, his fingers twitched at his sides sensing the soft silk slip that covered your body. His favorite. Matt had gotten it for you as a gift, and you had gone out and bought it in several more colors claiming it was the softest thing you had ever worn. Your skin was incredibly soft as it was, but covered in the fabric of silk…God that was something else.

Toeing his boots off by your door, he silently snuck around the bed to perch on the edge of it, removing the cloth mask from his face to set on your nightstand. He allowed his fingertips to trail faintly along from the top of your shoulder down to your wrist languidly, repeating the path in the opposite direction as he felt you begin to stir. He should feel bad about waking you up at such an hour, knowing you had to be up early for work, but his carnal desire couldn’t be tamed tonight, and the Devil wanted his fill.

“Wake up, sweetheart.”

Matt brushed his lips along the shell of your ear as he whispered, starting a trail of open mouthed kisses along your jawline. The feeling of his coarse facial hair tickled slightly, and even subconsciously, you leaned into his touch. Matt smiled to himself at this, always loving the way your body reacted to him. It filled him with a sense of pride and power, knowing only he could elicit that kind of reaction from you. He lightly grabbed your face in his hand to turn it more towards himself, leaning in to bump his nose against yours before placing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Come on, angel. Wake up for me.”

The labor of your breathing became lighter, signaling to him that he had gotten through to you. As you began to slowly wake up, you felt a blaze of warmth cradling your face, and realized the velvet timber of Matt’s voice wasn’t just echoing in your dreams; he was here. Blinking a few times, Matt’s shadowed form suddenly came into focus, and you instinctively grabbed onto his wrist.

“Matty?”

“Hi, pretty girl.”

Letting your eyes adjust to the darkness, you sat up slowly to face Matt, trying to get a good look at him with the aid of the glowing moonlight filtering in through your curtains. He didn’t appear to be in bad shape that you could tell, and his face was surprisingly free of blood and bruising. Placing your palm on his chest, a slight shiver ran through you feeling the heat coming off his body beneath the thin black athletic shirt he wore. As much as you wished he would wear something that could actually protect him from harm, you couldn’t deny how goddamn good he looked in the black outfit he wore. The shirt and pants clung to his body like a second skin, shaping every outline and ridge of muscle in his chest, showcasing his strong arms and powerful thighs, and curved perfectly around that glorious ass of his.

“I’m not hurt.”

There was a somewhat playful smile gracing the corner of his mouth, but the Devil was still nestled in his voice. Your lips parted slightly as you stared at him, trying to figure out which version of your boyfriend was sitting in front of you right now.

He slowly tilted his head to the side, most likely picking up on the increase in speed of your heart rate. He still held your face in his palm, staying quiet for a moment as he trailed the pad of his thumb along the entirety of your bottom lip.

“But I wouldn’t have woken you if it wasn’t important.”

“I don’t mind when you wake me up, you know that.”

Whatever remorse might have been swimming around in his conscience disappeared with those words. He loosened his hold on your face, only to let his hand fall slowly down the column of your neck, keeping his fingers loose and his hand open as he placed his palm flat against your sternum. He always gave you an option to say no before he let himself loose.

“Good girl.”

A quiet gasp slipped past your lips, and suddenly you were wide awake. You knew exactly who was sitting in front of you right now, and exactly what he wanted. 

“What do you need, D?”

Matt cherished that the two of you knew each other so well, that words weren’t always needed. Sometimes he struggled to find the right ones, but you still knew what he meant anyway. You could read him almost as well as he could read you. 

“You, angel. Always you.”

The aroma of your arousal beginning to leak between your thighs had him inhaling deeply, letting out a low growl that went straight to your core. His fingers began to coil around your delicate neck, trying his best to keep the Devil at bay until you granted him the key to unlock his chains.

“Then take me. I’m yours.”

God had never answered a single one of his prayers, but you always did, and you were the one thing the Devil and the man seemed to agree on worshiping.

Although you never voiced it outloud, you sensed that Matt had figured out just how much you enjoyed it when he let the mask of the charming Catholic lawyer slip and showed you the side of himself he usually only reserved for the wicked that lurked in the shadows. Matt was an exceptionally attentive lover, and your needs were always fulfilled, sometimes more than you could handle. But when he let the darker side of him take over…when he gave in completely to the Devil inside him and really lost control…well that’s when you and the Devil both got to have your fun.

Sex with Matt when he was in this headspace was usually hard and rough, not that you minded the slightest. He seemed to be hellbent on testing your limits, and you were more than willing to let him try and break you. You were just as curious as he was to see how far he could push you. It was like there was a relief he was able to find inside you that he couldn’t find out on the streets some nights, and if you were being honest with yourself, you preferred him searching for it within you where at least you knew he was safe.

But something about tonight seemed…different. As soon as you granted him your permission, something inside him flipped, and you could see it flash in his eyes like a comet darting across the sky.

There was nothing gentle about the way he grabbed your hair by the roots, forcing you onto the floor onto your knees as he sat on the edge of your bed, spreading his legs wide enough for you to fit between. He yanked your head back by your hair, causing you to let out a noise of surprise as you stared up at his shadowed features. This was definitely new, and while the way he tugged at your hair stung slightly, it was completely drowned out by the dull ache that had formed between your thighs and the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your own ears.

“You know what to do.”

Matt’s voice was huskier than usual, and it made you shiver despite the heat growing between your thighs. You weren’t sure if tonight had been a bad night, or he was simply testing your limits more than he ever had, but you were more than happy to comply. Your fingers made quick work of tearing open his belt, tugging his pants and briefs down just enough to free his cock. He quickly darted his hand out to grip onto your wrist roughly when you reached for him, making a tsk tsk noise in the back of his throat.

“No hands. Just your mouth.”

Without giving you another second to hesitate, Matt gripped onto the back of your head and guided your mouth to his aching cock, a slight hiss leaving his lips when the warmth of your tongue met the underside of his sensitive head. The saltiness of his precum coveting your taste buds made you moan, and he chuckled darkly above you as he shifted his hips upwards to slip more of himself past your lips.

“Always so eager to take my cock down your throat, aren’t you?”

All you could do was hum in response. You didn’t always get as many opportunities as you’d like to have him in your mouth. Ever the giver, Matt was usually the one with his mouth on you, and you usually had to catch him off guard or wait for him to get like this to get your turn. Sometimes it was so incredibly hard to convince the man he was just as worthy of pleasure, so when given the opportunity, you didn’t waste it. 

Matt panted above you, letting out little groans of pleasure which only encouraged you to take him deeper into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to suck him even harder until drool started to dribble down your chin. He liked it when you got messy, and based off the low growl that ripped through his chest, you knew he could smell just how much of a mess sucking him off was creating between your thighs.

“Shit, you’re pratically dripping onto the fucking floor right now. You like sucking my cock that much? Such a filthy little whore for me, aren’t you? You’d stay on your knees all fucking night if I wanted you too, wouldn’t you?”

Matt clearly wasn’t satisfied with the hum you gave him, because his hand was suddenly around your throat, nearly cutting off your air flow as he pulled your mouth off of him, bending down slightly so that your noses were merely an inch apart.

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”

“Yes…yes, whatever you want.”

Your voice was hoarse and breathless as it came out, and an absolutely sinful smirk split across Matt’s lips as he cocked his head to the side with a low hum deep within his chest.

“Whatever I want?”

“Yes.”

“Open your mouth.”

Without hesitation, you parted your lips, to which Matt tightened his hold around your throat, causing your eyes to widen as he dropped his voice an octave lower.

“Wider.”

There was a hardness to his voice you had never heard before, and you whimpered as you opened your mouth as wide as you could. Without missing a beat, Matt suddenly spit into your mouth, giving your throat a tight squeeze.

“Swallow.”

Your eyes doubled in size at the act, and you immediately followed his command to his amusement. Matt chuckled darkly again, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he snarled.

“You pathetic little slut.”

Matt suddenly rose to his full height, pulling you up with him as he shoved you onto your bed roughly. He pushed your slip up your hips, ripping your panties clean off to toss behind him as he climbed onto the mattress behind you. Even though you knew he could smell the slick between your thighs, that didn’t stop him from bending down to spit onto your pussy, nudging your legs apart with his knee as he gripped onto your hips and easily slipped his cock within your warm walls.

A loud moan of surprise tore from your throat at the sudden intrusion. Matt usually at least gave you a warning, even when he was like this, but your eyes widened when your hazy brain abruptly realized something.

“Wait-”

A loud slap echoed throughout the room as a harsh sting from his palm came down against your ass, jolting your body forward and causing you to squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Shut the fuck up, and take it.”

A soft whimper left your lips as you gripped onto your sheets when he started mercilessly pounding into you from behind. It took everything in you to be able to focus enough to get the words out.

“Matt…you’re not…fuck…condom…”

Panic suddenly started to rise within your chest. You weren’t on the pill, and Matt hadn’t slipped on a condom. You knew it because you could feel everything. Every ridge of every single vein, the slope of the head, his entire cock was practically being imprinted within your walls. The heat from Matt’s body was suddenly everywhere as he leaned over you, his fingers coiling around your throat again tightly, his deep voice pouring into your ear as he growled lowly.

“No. You’re fucking mine, you understand? This is my pussy. It belongs to me. I’ll fuck it how I want, when I want. You’re gonna let me fill this tight little cunt up, and you’re gonna take every fucking drop like the good girl you are. And you’re gonna fucking leave it there, so everytime you move, you feel me. You understand?”

You should be concerned. You should be worrying about the implications about what this meant. What if you did get pregnant? What did that mean for you and Matt? Did he really want that? Did you?

But fuck it was so hard to concentrate on anything other than how good it felt to be getting fucked by him like this. Somewhere in your subconscious you decided that if Matt didn’t care, neither did you.

You could faintly hear his words in your ear, but from the way he was restricting your air flow, and the way the head of his cock kept hitting that spongy tissue within you with a vengeance over and over that made you see stars, you couldn’t answer. You felt like you were on the verge of passing out until his warm breath draped over your neck, his words echoing in your ear from somewhere far away.

“That’s it…fucking take it. Take it like I know you can. Fuck…you feel so goddamn good. You’re mine, yeah? C’mon baby, tell me. Tell me you’re mine. What’s the matter baby, huh? I fuck you stupid already? You gonna come on my cock like the pathetic whore you are?”

The headboard on your bed was banging against the wall so loudly, it sounded like it was about to go straight through. Everything in your room seemed to shake, as if there was a high magnitude earthquake happening, and even though it had been nighttime a few minutes ago, suddenly the sun was erupting right before your eyes, blinding you completely. You couldn’t see anything but pure white or hear anything but a faint ringing in your ears, and your body convulsed with an overwhelming sense of pleasure that brought tears to your eyes, every faint touch causing you to jerk away. 

The soft lull of a gentle voice in your ears slowly brought you back down as warmth spread throughout your entire body, and you could just barely make out the gentle touch of someone’s palm cradling your face. After a few minutes of trying to catch your breath, you realized it was Matt’s voice whispering softly in your ear.

“C’mon baby, come back to me.”

Your body felt like it was buzzing with pure electricity coursing through your veins, and the slightest shift of his hips had you crying out in overstimulation, futilely trying to crawl away as tears slipped past your waterline. Matt shushed you quietly, allowing the warmth and weight of his body on top of yours to slowly calm you down, pressing soft kisses along your jawline and running his fingers through your hair to soothe you.

“Shh, it’s alright angel. It’s alright, just breathe for me. Are you okay? Was it too much?”

“I…I…don’t know. It’s…just…I don’t-”

“Shh, just relax. Let me hold you. Just feel me, honey. Focus on me. I’ve got you, okay?”

After a few moments of Matt kissing your cheek lovingly and delicately stroking through your hair, all the nerves in your body seemed to relax, and your eyes became heavy with exhaustion. A shiver coursed through you feeling the heat of his release starting to slip down your inner thighs.

“Matty?”

“Yes my love?”

“Stay.”

Matt chuckled softly, carefully detaching his hips from yours, causing you both to wince from the loss of contact. He quickly shed the rest of his clothes before pulling you into the safety of his arms, tugging the covers up around you while pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Where else would I go, hm? You’re here. I wanna be wherever you are, baby.”

“Matty?”

“Yes, angel?”

“We didn’t…you didn’t…what if-”

“Shh, we’ll figure it out in the morning. Go back to sleep, my love.”

“Matty?”

He couldn’t help but smile at the sleepiness in your voice, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as his arms tightened around you.

“What is it, honey?”

“Love you.”

Even as you drifted in and out of consciousness, you could feel Matt’s smile pressed against your cheek.

“Love you more, angel.”

There were a million questions floating around in your head, but exhaustion seemed to fill your blood like lead, and the comfort of Matt’s body heat coaxed you back into a slumber quickly. Whatever questions you had could be answered in the morning. At least right now, you could fall asleep knowing that Matt was safe, and he was with you.

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[ewdenimjeans]

Tales from the Cave

The captain should have died, and yet he didn’t. Instead, he’s trapped in pitch black, blind, hurt, alone. Just waiting for something to happen to maybe explain what the hell is going on. Or maybe he’s already there. The long awaited alternative ending to my siren story (Blood Red Deck, Deep Blue Sea) that I’ve mentioned a few times- in which the sirens don’t just kill Tord, and instead come up with a more fitting punishment for his pride. Just the first chapter for now, but hopefully the next won’t be as long of a wait! TW for imprisonment, isolation, captive situations, and graphic description of injuries. More warning tags will be added as the chapter progress.

- https://archiveofourown.org/works/22521859/chapters/53817367

[the-heaminator]

I FUCKING DELETED THE DRAFT.

Ahem

Ok so expanding on this, I like to think that nations have influence upon each others minds, they have it over humans too but that can be controlled, with nation to nation that is nigh all impossible, all nations have some kind of influence, its just that some are stronger than others, some are calming, though that is in an incredible minority, staying near say England, Russia or Spain is a bad idea, and everyone would expect this, they have a way of twisting your mind to ally with there's, even accidentally, and Rhys has spent far, far too long with Arthur to turn out perfectly sane, and vice versa really, but physically is not nearly as far gone, he looks generally more appealing, they each have their own breed of insanity.

Alisdair is the sanest on the isles, both of his own volition, his sanity was always better anyways, and because he violently fights arthurs unconscious needling, and he can tell when the two are about to completely lose it, usually after a major conflict, their humanity and grip on morally, however falsified they are, slips dramatically and most times Alisdair is forced to cover for them because those two are only thinking blood, cold and rational, its fine for Arthur, everyone expects that of him anyways, more he has to cover Rhys' weirdness.

He looks innocent, certainly compared to Arthur, like a siren luring them to their death, Arthur does the physical cleanup, he gets wayyy too much joy being covered in blood and Alisdair does the emotional coverup.

Theres a reason Alfred and Matt are the way that they are.

TLDR i wanna make rhys go batshit insane after ww2 hannibal lecter style. Arthurs there too

Urge to write Rhys as insane as Arthur, maybe more, but just doesn't look it, Arthur doesn't have the highest bodycount of the isles, Rhys does, Arthur's usually just cleanup, Rhys does the killing,