#matt dierkes drabble

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

Matt Dierkes

Warnings Key:

🥀: Angst

🪻: Fluff

🌹: Smut

🌺: Suggestive but no smut

Blurbs/ Head-Cannons/ Drabbles

@amourtoken :

roommates/ cheating on bf w matt (justified) 🌹

Oneshots

@circle-with-me :

‘summer’s in the air, heaven’s in your eyes’ 🥀🌹🪻

@withcrossesandframes :

‘Just For Tonight’ 🌹

Period Sex 🌹

@honeytama :

‘Across The Fence’ 🌹

@darksigns-exe :

‘you live in my dream state’ 🥀🪻🌹

@magnificentstrawberryomen :

‘friday night, movie night’🪻

@concretejunglefm :

‘Plaything’ 🌹

[circle-with-me]

me requesting these prompts while moi writes them for me 😈

(evil laughing to hide the fact i’m screaming cumming and dying in the pit rn)

i’m sorry for what i’ve done <3

@circle-with-me requested prompts 2, 3, and 7 and i can’t really be blamed. 18+ nsfw below the cut

It all feels too much, the way you’re helpless to do anything but grind down against his fingers and muffle your whimpers into his neck.

You’ve already cum and he shows no intention of stopping — not that you want him to. Not that you know what you want. He’s rendered you dumb.

“Matty,” you whine into his neck, placing kisses to his soft skin. You feel his chuckle beneath your lips as you hear it, and it makes you grind down harder. You want to be good for him.

“I know, baby. I know it’s a lot.” he soothes, but there’s an edge of something a little mean and taunting in his tone. “Give me one more and I’ll let you have my cock, okay?”

Your eyes go wide, you straighten your torso, getting the leverage you need with your hands on the couch behind his head. The only thing you can think is fuck, yes.

“Please, pleasepleaseplease,” you hear yourself muttering brainlessly. His hand clamps down, hard, over your mouth, his eyes widening as he shushes you.

“Be quiet or they’ll hear you,” he whispers into your ear. “Keep being good for me. You can give me one more.”

His demands play on a loop in your head as you grind down harder. His hand keeps its place over your mouth, and with the way you’re whimpering, you’re sure you’ll need it.

Good job, darling is all you hear as your vision blacks.

[deathblacksmoke]

@honeytama wanted 2 and 14 from the prompt list with lap king matt and i aim to please and he makes me wanna gnaw off all my limbs and scream <3

cw for he’s a little subby✨ 18+ nsfw below the cut

He’s being so needy all day — clingy, grabby, whiny — and you haven’t been able to focus on anything you’ve needed to get done.

If he would just give you a moment of peace.

You feel a little sad for him, his sweet pout and his furrowed brow. He’s gone so much, and you miss him too, but your day can’t always stop. You know he’s been high-strung. He so often is, and with all this pent up, he’s been bound to break at one point or another.

It seems the day is today. You tried to ask him to give you a couple hours, you just have a little bit of work to do and then you can dedicate your time to him, but the look in his eyes had cracked your resolve quickly.

You decide you have no choice but to pull him into the bedroom, push him down on the bed, and climb atop him. You need to give him something so maybe he’ll give you a moment’s peace this afternoon.

The moment he brings his hands to your hips, it’s clear he isn’t going to make this easy on you, but you know the only way you’ll get this done is if you keep control of the situation.

He whines a little when you take his hands in yours, held together in front of you so he can’t move you. You move your hips languidly across his lap, unsurprised when you feel him already hard beneath you. You stifle your moan — this can’t be that. This can only be to get some of the neediness out of his system.

A broken moan brings your attention to his face, his eyes screwed shut, his full, pretty lips parted, and you have to look away or you won’t be able to stay focused.

You place your focus on the wall ahead of you, a growing crack you’ve been meaning to patch for months. Matt mutters a fuck beneath you and it’s your first reflex to clamp your hand down over his mouth.

You allow yourself to look down at him, and he’s so pretty, his eyes wide and a little teary, a question in them.

“Just be quiet for a little bit, Matty,” you tell him, and he nods, but you don’t trust him enough to move your hand. He’s so gorgeous, his noises going straight through you and you can’t let yourself be distracted.

Your other hand makes a home on his chest, leverage to move your hips back and forth, and he so kindly doesn’t move his hands. You can tell he’s close, you feel him shaking, just a few more rocks and—

He muffles a groan against your palm as you feel the wet spot form in his pants beneath you. Your hand moves from his mouth, to cup his jaw, as you scoot forward and lean down to kiss him.

You let him bask in it for a moment, placing kisses along his face as he comes down. His skin is so warm beneath your lips.

“Why don’t you take a shower and start a load of laundry, sweet boy?” you offer. He nods, docile. You can’t be sure he won’t fall asleep right here. “I just have a couple hours of work to do and I’m all yours tonight.”

His shower is quick — it’s not 15 minutes later that you’re sitting at your computer, hearing his soft snores through the wall that separates you, content you’ll have a couple of hours before he needs you again.

[deathblacksmoke]

i’m sorry for what i’ve done <3

@circle-with-me requested prompts 2, 3, and 7 and i can’t really be blamed. 18+ nsfw below the cut

It all feels too much, the way you’re helpless to do anything but grind down against his fingers and muffle your whimpers into his neck.

You’ve already cum and he shows no intention of stopping — not that you want him to. Not that you know what you want. He’s rendered you dumb.

“Matty,” you whine into his neck, placing kisses to his soft skin. You feel his chuckle beneath your lips as you hear it, and it makes you grind down harder. You want to be good for him.

“I know, baby. I know it’s a lot.” he soothes, but there’s an edge of something a little mean and taunting in his tone. “Give me one more and I’ll let you have my cock, okay?”

Your eyes go wide, you straighten your torso, getting the leverage you need with your hands on the couch behind his head. The only thing you can think is fuck, yes.

“Please, pleasepleaseplease,” you hear yourself muttering brainlessly. His hand clamps down, hard, over your mouth, his eyes widening as he shushes you.

“Be quiet or they’ll hear you,” he whispers into your ear. “Keep being good for me. You can give me one more.”

His demands play on a loop in your head as you grind down harder. His hand keeps its place over your mouth, and with the way you’re whimpering, you’re sure you’ll need it.

Good job, darling is all you hear as your vision blacks.