#matty being a total sweetheart

[365partygirl305]

@whimsicalpolitical being a magnificent writer strikes again

this is for the anon who asked me about writing something about girlie who’s avoiding intimacy and Matty confronts her about it. I accidentally deleted your ask!! sorry, love.

It’s your first time staying over at your boyfriend's. it's nerve wracking for some reason. Maybe because you have all kinds of ideas running through your head about how your night could possibly go.

The thought about possible intimacy is scary, because you're not sure if you're actually prepared. You had set your mind to it on your way to his house; you will be ready if Matty asks to take things further. for his sake..

But, when the time had come, nothing happened. you expected at least something to happen. he's kissed you as per usual, however more than that has not occurred.

Now you’re laying on the couch, watching a movie that you’re not paying any attention to. You’re just focused on the arm that’s draped around you and your strength of not resting your head on Matty’s shoulder.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, love?” Matty’s smooth voice interrupts your thoughts. you clear your throat and shake your head, dismissing your own tendencies to overthink every little thing.

His big hands cover both of yours completely. They’re warm. Nice to hold. The older man lifts your hands up to his lips and kisses your palms. You sigh and finally relax after what feels like hours, "nothing, Matty."

Little did you know that Matty has long noticed what's wrong. You’re easy to read, your body language reveals every little thing you're feeling.

“Alright, can you look at me for a moment?” He asks, turning so his body is facing yours.

You do. You look at him, trying to lie to him that it’s nothing but your shaky hands and flushed cheeks betray you.

“Can we talk?”

“About what?” You ask, fiddling with your hands in his lap. Matty’s gaze drops to them before he looks at your eyes.

“Can I?” He asks, probably the first time if he can take your hands because in your head it’s a common thing to be holding hands.

You nod, “yeah.”

He brings your hands to his lap and brushes soothing circles into the skin with his thumb.

“I’ve noticed that it’s always me who reaches out first, ehm in like connection to touch. You never really touch me unless I do first, d’you know what I mean? I just- did I do something wrong?”

The question hits you harder than you expected, and your throat tightens. You can feel the panic rising, but you try to push it down. “No, Matty… It’s not you. I promise,” you say, your voice trembling slightly.

He squeezes your hand. “Then what is it? You can tell me, whatever it is. I’m here for you.”

You look away, the weight of your past suddenly feeling overwhelming. “I’m just… not ready to talk about it yet,” you admit quietly, struggling to keep your emotions in check. “But it’s not because of you. I just… I have things I need to work through.”

“That’s alright, I understand, s’just, you need to tell me when I can touch you and when not.”

You sigh, “you can always, Matty. I’m just not used to affectionate touching and it’s kind of hard to let the past go just yet.”

“So I can kiss you?”

You smile, “yes.”

Matty’s eyes soften with understanding, and he leans in to kiss your forehead gently.

“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here,” he says softly. “We can go at your pace. Just know that you’re safe with me, okay?”

“Thank you.”

“Course, what dickhead would I be if I would ignore your feelings. I would never do something you don’t like and I need you to trust me on this.”

“I am,” you breathe in and exhale deeply bringing your lips to his cheek, “I do trust you.”

“Yeah?” He grins, “that’s good, great actually. Thank you for even bein’ honest with me, I appreciate earnestness.”

You stay close to him but at some point you get overwhelmed and pull back again, “s-sure, I’m sorry it’s-“ you groan.

Matty shushes you, “you’re alright, it’s baby steps. Darling, you gave me a kiss and basically hugged me, no pressure. I’m with you on this.”

You nod, tears stinging your eyes, but you don’t let them fall. For now, it’s enough that he knows something’s there, even if you’re not ready to share it all. And as his arm wraps around you a little tighter, you start to believe that maybe, with time, you can open up to him completely.

[sturnsdarling]

She's the coolest person I know.

fratboy!matt tries to play it cool about him and smartand'mean'!reader spending alot of time together, but fratboy!chris and Nate aren't convinced

vibe check: chris and nate being idiots, nate not knowing what an emo is lol, fratboy!matts version of fluff

1k words

A/N: this concept was born from and is my take on the wonderful, amazing and ridiculously talented @sturnioz fratboy!matt and fratboy!chrisxshy!reader au. THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF THE LOVE ON MY TOUGH GIRL FIC OMFG. this is a lil blurb I cooked up as a finishing touch to my contribution to cas' au. also I just love this pairing so much it makes me unwell

love and cigs, merc

Matt quietly shuffled into the front door of his frat house, tucking his car keys in his pocket with as little jingle as possible in hopes of sneaking past Chris and Nate on the sofa. He clicked the door shut and the boys’ ears perked up. 

“Fuck” Matt whispered. 

“Matty boy! You’re back! Where the fuck have you been” Nate craned his neck round, a canon joint hanging from his mouth. 

“He’s been at y/ns house” Chris answered for Matt, turning to smirk at the boy as he shifted his weight between his feet by the entrance of the living room. 

“Y/n? Isn’t that the emo chick that’s best friends with your girl?” Nate asked, pointing to Chris. 

“She’s not emo dickhead, she’s just a bit… grungy” Matt piped up at your defence immediately, knowing Nate meant it as an insult.

“and s!r/n is not my girl” Chris responded to Nate’s accusation 

“She’s totally fuckin emo dude she wears fishnets and walks around lookin’ like she’s gonna kill someone” Nate snickered, “and, she’s definitely your girl” he looked back to Chris who was rolling his eyes. 

“You’re with her like everyday, kid” Matt folded his arms over his chest, taking this perfect opportunity to get the subject off of himself. 

“And you get all gushy over her like she’s some little pretty flower whenever she’s around” Nate laughed, looking to Matt who was nodding his head and joining in the laughter.

“Okay, both of you shut the fuck up, yeah? When did this become about me? Matt's the one sneaking in after spending the last three days with his little pet emo” Chris scoffed, leaning forward to ash his joint in the glass tray before taking a long drag. 

“She’s not fuckin—“ Matt gritted his teeth, “she’s not my pet you freak, we’re just hangin’ out” He shrugged. 

“That’s not what it sounded like the other night” Nate raised his brows at Matt, a childlike laugh erupting from his mouth as he blew weed smoke into the air. 

“UH! FUCK! MATT! YOU’RE SO BIG! UH” Chris moaned, making fake orgasm faces as he shifted his weight so it looked like he was getting fucked. Nate curled over in laughter, slapping his knee with his free hand. 

Arms folded over his chest and eyes firmly rolled to the back of his head in annoyance, Matt felt a vibrating in his pocket, ‘Arabella' by the Arctic Monkeys blared from his phone as he pulled it from his pocket. 

“Both a’you shut the fuck up before I break your fuckin’ jaws” Matt said before quickly answering the phone, your voice like honey on the other end. 

“Hi Matthew” you said, sweetly

“Hey angel, what’s up?” He said, turning away from the boys. 

The sound of the sofa shifting against the floor grabbed his attention back to them, he was met with the sight of Chris pretending to fuck the side of the couch, slapping the leather arm as if it’s an ass and Nate, pretending to give a blowjob to the end of his dying joint.

“You uh, you left your english lit book here, thought you’d wanna know in case you think you lost it or somethin”

“Oh, shit, did I?” Matt asked, leaning down and taking his shoe off, throwing it full force at his idiot brother and best friend making obscene gestures and noises only a few feet away from him, “I’ll come get it now, sweetheart, m’gonna need it” Matt said, his words focused on you but his gaze firmly on the boys as they curled over in laughter, dodging Matts flying trainer. 

“Okay, text me when you’re here, I’ll buzz you in” You responded. 

“Alright angel, I won’t be long” He said, ending the phone and shoving it into his pocket. 

“BYE Y/N” Nate screamed across the living room, giggling and rolling into Chris like a child 

“Are you two finished?” Matt said, kicking off his other shoe and humming it at them, they ducked out the way and their laughter continued, not yet tired of the bit they were doing. 

“You just got home from hers and you’re going back? Kids pussy whipped” Chris said, shaking his head. 

“Y’know what Chris, I think our boy likes her” Nate said, raising his eyebrows a couple times. 

“oh you definitely fuckin’ do! you actually like this girl” Chris responded, turning to Matt who’s cheeks had flushed a bright red 

“So what if I do? Is that a problem?” Matt said, near enough squaring up to the boys. 

“Nah man, it’s cool, she’s cool” Nate shrugged, sensing they may have struck a nerve. 

“Yeah she is fuckin’ cool, she’s cool as fuck actually, probably the smartest person I’ve ever met, on top of being unbelievably fuckin' hot and she’s easy to be around, unlike you two shit talkin' idiots” Matt sounded off, throwing an arm up in frustration. 

“Kids in love” Chris scoffed, cocking his head towards Matt as he looked at Nate 

“For real, he’s obsessed” Nate chuckled, “fuck baby keep doing that, you’re so sexy oh my fucking god” Nate mocked Matt, laying back on the sofa and holding his hands over his crotch, pretending to be holding a girls head there as she sucks him off. 

Chris laughed and smacked Nate’s hands away from his dick, slapping his palm and dapping him up in agreement. 

Matt rolled his eyes and tensed his jaw, shaking his head as he turned to walk towards the front door. 

“When I get back m’gonna kick the shit out’a both of you” Matt said, pushing his feet into his sliders and opening the door in a huff, slamming it behind him, making the whole front room shake. 

“Whatever you say, angel!” Chris said, mimicking Matts nickname for you. 

Matt strode down the path towards his car in a huff, almost ripping his car door off its hinges as he slammed down into the passenger seat, taking a deep and fast breath. After a few short seconds of sitting with closed eyes to ground himself, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and called you.

"how the fuck did you get here so fast?" your voice a soothing balm to his anger on the other end of the phone.

He chuckled, "I haven't even left my driveway yet, angel, just wanted to call you and let you know i'm staying at yours again tonight" he said, putting his keys into the ignition and starting his car.

"okay, s'fine. any particular reason or?" You drew out your final word

"jus' rather be with you than at mine" Matt said, shrugging.

"Awh, Matthew, you're so cringe" your cadence was insulting but Matt could feel your cheesy smile through the phone.

"watch your mouth, tough girl, or i'll fill it" his threatening tone sent a jolt up your spine

"Is that a promise?" you asked, seductively, a quick change in demeanour that Matt adored.

"you're a deviant, y'know that right?" Matt shook his head as he smiled at your response, it was like he built you in a lab.

"Just shut up and get here, I miss you, idiot" you hung up the phone before he could respond, not wanting to face the teasing that would inevitably follow admitting you miss him after barely an hour of being apart.

Matt opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by the sound of you hanging up, a grin crawled its way onto his face and he couldn't help but relish in the way you made him feel. He meant what he said to his brother and Nate, you really were the coolest person he knew.

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tiny bikini (office nerd matty x reader smut/fluff)

day 23 of summer75. matty really loves his girlfriend's tits. enjoy <3

the first thing matty hears when he wakes up is the sea, crashing softly outside the apartment. the first thing matty feels when he wakes up is warmth, balmy heat sending the odd bead of sweat rolling across his body, even though he's lying on top of the bedsheets. the first thing matty sees when he wakes up is you, hair splayed out across the pillow like a mermaid, soft body curled into his and pretty face beaming up at him.

the first thing matty does when he wakes up is smile. how could he not, alone on holiday with you and the sea and the sand and the sunshine?

“hi,” you whisper, blinking (adorably) sleepily and melting his heart. “i think we slept in.”

“we did?” matty cranes his neck to look at the alarm clock. half 12 in the afternoon. “fuck me, we really did,” he buries his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of your coconut shampoo and smiling when you giggle. “reckon we needed it, though, after how mental things have been at work.”

“yeah, we've been busy,” you stretch, and matty does his best not to be obvious about the fact he's staring at your boobs. “speaking of - agenda for today?”

“hmm,” he trills his lips, mind racing through a rolodex of potential holiday activities. a gentle breeze brings the sea air into the bedroom with it, and suddenly the answer is clear. “we could go to the beach? only if you want to, that is, we can do something else if not, i actually don't mi-”

“baby,” you gently place your index finger on his lips to shut him up, and a sense of total peace washes over him. “that sounds lovely.”

he kisses your finger, a feeling of pure love bubbling inside him when you laugh and snuggle even further into him. there's complete tranquillity for a moment, nothing but the two of you entwined and the summer day, your lips pressed into his chest and his hand gently skimming the soft skin of your back, stopping when it reaches the base of your spine; after maybe three skims, though, the tranquillity is marred slightly by your voice. “for god's sake, matthew, just put your hand on my arse. i know you want to.”

matty feels his cheeks redden, a smidge of embarrassment at being clocked so quickly flushing through him too. but it dissipates as fast as it comes on when he sees the smile on your face, a smile he matches. “sorry, darling. s'pose it's the art critic in me,” he quips, obliging your request (with unabashed glee). “first thing they tell us is that we shouldn't touch masterpieces, after all.”

he grins - no, cheeses - while you hide your face in his neck with a groan. “oh, babe, that was awful,” you shuffle so you can rest your arms on his hard chest, looking up at him with sparkly eyes and the shy smile you only seem to give him. fuck, you are beautiful, so beautiful that it actually gives matty a little bit of a heartache; worth it, though, to get to look at you. “but i kinda loved it. and you. i love you. a lot.”

“i love you,” matty kisses your nose, heart healing completely at the way you scrunch it cutely in response. “my sweet girl.”

you hum contentedly, pressing your forehead against his. “time to get up?”

“yeah, let's do it.”

admittedly, it does take you both a minute to get out of bed - a series of kisses take priority first, the head-melting breath-taking type of kisses matty dreamed about having with you since quite literally clapping eyes on you at work - but you're up and getting ready within the hour, sipping lattes and eating grapes while you potter around the apartment. another forty-five minutes after that, matty finds himself stood at the end of the bed, waiting for you to leave the bathroom and preoccupying himself with putting extra cartons of sangria in the beach bag. “darling, you almost done?”

“yeah,” your voice gets closer. “not sure if this is the right bikini, though.”

“come on, sweetheart, you know you look good in any…” his voice trails off as he looks at you stepping out into the bedroom. “...thing.”

good is an understatement, actually. the understatement. of the fucking… ever. matty's seen you in swimsuits before, practically fucked the life out of you in your gold leia birthday moment, but this is next level - the shimmery, claret fabric looks gorgeous against your glowing skin, the high cut of the bottoms makes those fucking legs of yours look a million miles long, and the double-strand ties on your thick hips actually make his mouth water, make him want to sink his teeth into you and mark you up.

and that's before he even thinks about your tits.

when he does finally manage to tear his eyes from your lower body, matty momentarily forgets how to breathe. the two triangles of fabric on your chest are doing very little to cover you up, exposing an amount of soft underboob that would have absolutely sent him into cardiac arrest had he seen you like this six months ago. as familiar as he is with your tits, though, matty wonders - as best as he can through the lack of oxygen in his brain - if that's actually hindering his ability to function properly; the sight of the fading heart-shaped hickeys he left on your inner boob last week is sending him even more insane, a reminder that this fucking goddess in a swimsuit before him is actually his to know and hold and love.

the room spins for a nanosecond. when it rights itself, matty feels the mattress below his back, sees your pretty face contorted in worry - when his brain retunes itself a bit more, he can hear you frantically talk. “matty, baby, are you alright? did you faint? oh my god, we need to get you some food. hold on, let me-”

“angel, m'okay,” matty strokes your face, smiling when you visibly relax. “just got a bit lightheaded, is all.”

“why, though, sweetheart?” you shuffle a little, and matty has a momentary flash of mortifying realisation that he's fully got a boner and you're sat square on his lap. in a bikini. fucking hell. “you thirsty?”

technically, yes. “nah.”

your brow furrows. “then why did you swoon like that?

matty giggles at your word choice. “well… same reason anyone swoons, i reckon.”

“what… oh,” your eyes light up, so much that it makes the mortification of the situation worth it. “you got woozy because you… find me so attractive?”

“um,” christ. his cheeks are burning. “yeah.”

your smile widens, and you nod knowingly. “it was my tits, wasn't it?”

he's not quite sure whether to be even more mortified, or touched that you know him so well. regardless, he thinks, he can at least be honest. “it was your tits.”

“d'you wanna fuck them, then?”

for the second time in just over as many minutes, the instinct to breathe completely abandons matty's body - the nonchalance of your question knocks the fucking wind out of him. it also, he notes in some stupid horny autopilot part of his brain, makes his dick practically jump in his shorts, and after a moment or two he becomes vaguely aware of the fact he's nodding in agreement.

he might be too horny to function, but he's not stupid.

you lean forward to kiss him, tracing your tongue around his lips and smiling into him when he whimpers. “let me lie down, babe, yeah?” you murmur. “actually - be a good boy and undo my top for me, first, please.”

the praise shocks matty into movement, and he dutifully unties the halter neck and back string of the bikini top. when the fabric falls off your body, he's barely chucked it out of the way before he's mouthing at your chest, kissing, sucking, biting, licking up the sweetness that seems to radiate from your skin, spurred on by the soft moans tumbling from your lips; by the time he pulls back, guided by your hand in his curls, your chest is glistening wet, and - it has to be said - ripe for fucking.

“god, i love your mouth,” you beam, climbing off your boyfriend with a kiss and lying down. matty takes the hint and moves to get rid of his shorts, getting even more turned on (impossibly so) at the way you bite your lip at the sight of his dick. “fuck, babe, get up here.”

he obliges, cracked whine leaving his lips when you sit forward and lick up the length of him; when you take him into your mouth, the whine becomes a groan, the feeling of your lips and tongue and throat on him almost too much to bear. “shit.”

matty whines again when you laugh around him, the vibrations going right to his brain and chipping away at his sanity. luckily, he thinks at least, you pull off quickly, settling yourself back against the pillows again and pushing your tits together so seductively his knees quake. “well, matthew, what are you waiting for?”

there's no need to ask twice. compelled by something indescribable other than primal, matty takes a tit in each hand to guide himself, and slowly fucks the tight little space between them. “oh- oh my god.”

you beam. “feel good?”

“s'fucking amazing,” a bit more used to the feeling (what would teenage him think if he knew that?!), he speeds up his thrusts, gasping when he finds the perfect tempo to turn his brain to mush. “fuck, darling, thank you.”

“sweet boy,” you coo, hand coming to hold his on your tit; you whimper when he squeezes it, and the sound goes straight to his dick. yeah, he's not lasting long at all. “look so beautiful above me, fucking me like this.”

“you're beautiful.”

“gonna look even better when you cum on my face,” you smirk, tongue flicking out to catch the head of your boyfriend's cock when it nears your lips. the feeling has matty's hips jerking, has him moaning staccato; when you take the head into your mouth properly and suck on it like a lollipop, his thighs start to shake, and he moans so loudly that you hear birds in the trees outside take off en masse. of course, you love it. “you're gonna do that for me soon, aren't you, darling? paint me all pretty, finish your masterpiece?”

he doesn't even have time to warn you that he's going to cum before it happens - as soon as the words leave your lips, matty's finishing all over them, hips stuttering to an eventual stop as he cries your name and cums harder than he thinks he ever has before. you moan his name in reply as he does, sticking your tongue out to catch as much as possible and doing him in even more in the process.

fuck. what a holiday this is turning out to be. and it's only day one.

the thought, along with everything else that just happened, has matty bringing his hands to his face, lightly pushing his palms over his eyes to try and focus a little bit. which, in hindsight, is a really detrimental move - he opens his eyes to see you, smiling and beautiful and covered with his cum, and he can feel his cock twitch. thankfully, you don't seem to notice, too busy gazing up at him so adoringly he's actually feeling self-conscious. “did you enjoy fucking me like that, baby?”

“yeah,” matty breathes. “dreamed about seeing you like this, you know, darling.”

you laugh, and everything is right in the world. “what, my face all messy because of you?”

“exactly,” he smiles. “there's a partner dream to it, and all.”

“there is?” you shuffle onto your elbows, curious. “what happens in that?”

matty hums, moving to settle himself on his stomach on the bed, pretty head inches from your visibly-wet core. “i make you do the same to me.”

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — patrons know the chokehold this toxic sin-fest has on me and probably always will... in all seriousness, this is one of my favorite things i've ever published and i am so insanely proud of it. i hope you love it as much as i do <3

(spoiler — not possible teehee)

18+ MDNI — content warnings under the cut.

𝐜𝐰 — profanity, innuendo, matthew’s filthy mouth and lack of morals, cheating (not on matty or the reader), outdated/incorrect information about having sex for the first time, borderline too much degradation, some objectification to add a little spice, unprotected sex w a cheeky creampie (what did you expect from two morally bankrupt individuals written by me, a retired whore?), matthew being a noncommittal, possessive piece of shit joking about knocking people up for funzies

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“D’you think you’re so addicted to my cock because you know I don’t give a fuck what you think about me? Or care if you think I’m a Nice Guy?”

Even buried to the hilt—bare with nothing between you and far too fucking close for comfort—Matthew Tkachuk runs his mouth like he’s got nothing to lose and even less to prove. He’s insufferable, his only redeeming quality being the pulsing appendage threatening to split you in half as you buck in his lap.

With your hands braced against his hard chest for leverage, you drown out his grating voice, chasing the white-hot surges, bolts of lightning leading you to the brink of collapse with renewed vigor.

The sooner you come, the sooner he’s gone.

“All I care about, sweetheart, is fucking you good and hard. Giving it to you like the hungry, cockdrunk whore that you are.”

Debonair attitude. Sly confidence. Vulgar demeanor.

Filthy fucking mouth.

You were warned about Matthew Tkachuck. Repeatedly. Warned about him and his complete lack of a filter, about his total disregard for anyone’s feelings but his own. His aversion to commitment, to monogamy, to propriety.

All the things that repulse you about the man lounging on expensive hotel sheets beneath you—as you do all the work—lure you back to him in equal measure. He shouldn’t turn you on, but that’s exactly why he does. He’s all wrong, wrong, wrong.

Which makes him just right.

“I bet if your fiancé walked in right now, you’d just keep riding me. You wouldn’t even notice, would you? After all, you haven’t cum yet. And that’s all you care about, right? Using my cock to get your rocks off because Billy Boyfriend’s too scared to give you what you really need. Lucky for you, I’m not a fuckin’ pussy. I don’t treat you like a fragile doll because I know you’ll take anything I give you—and beg for more. I treat you like what you are, not some chaste little princess.”

You’ve been with Bill for nearly a decade, engaged for more than a year. It’ll be a spring wedding, probably. If the venue pans out, and the caterer finally calls you back with a final quote.

Perfect on paper.

He doesn’t pay attention to you the way he used to. Just throws money at the problem until he can bury himself in work again, undisturbed by you or nagging obligation.

Flowers for being three hours late, a necklace for missing dinner entirely. A trip overseas when he had to go into the office on your anniversary.

But he’s nice, so fucking nice it hurts, and more loyal than the Golden Retriever he wants to adopt after the honeymoon. After you’re settled into a custom-build nestled comfortably in the suburbs and far away from the city. White picket fence, manicured lawn, barely-there speed limits.

It's all so nauseatingly idyllic. So perfectly attuned with what you thought you wanted, what you spent your childhood coveting.

All your single friends are jealous; your committed friends are resentful. Your family loves him, and even though you’ve got a fucked up way of showing it, so do you.

And he loves you too. He’s just busy. It’ll be different once we’re settled, he says. You try to believe him, though not as hard as you should. You tell yourself it's because he doesn’t either.

Bill’s gotten lazy. You’ve gotten bored.

You’re no angel, and never claimed to be. You just want to feel good.

Matthew barks out a dry laugh, almost like he can read your mind.

“You haven’t been since I first got you on your knees at his birthday party. And definitely not after I popped that sweet cherry you were so adamant about saving for him."

Bill doesn’t fuck you. He never has.

He makes love to you. It’s that romance-novel tenderness that got you here in the first place. Slow, sweet, and nearly devoid of passion. It’s so gentle you have to think of him just to come.

How he fucks you.

How tightly he yanks your hair, craning your neck until it aches. How hard he kneads and smacks your ass, bullying the skin until you sob. How deep his cock reaches. And how he takes, takes, takes without forethought. How could you accept a lifetime of only tame rutting in the face of Pavlovian depravity?

It’s awful, and it's so profoundly selfish, but his everything has you in a bind.

Matthew’s everything is ruining your life.

An uncharacteristic wave of guilt and sadness washes over you, and before you can catch yourself, you’re staring down at the engagement ring. The band constricts, digging into your finger like it's out for blood when you glimpse the indentation it left behind on Matthew’s peck. You wince, then choke down the shame lodged in your throat, screwing your eyes shut to will it away.

“If it's bothering you that much, take it off. I’ll keep it safe for you.” —wink— “I can’t imagine the weight of a rock like that, especially one you don’t even deserve. But, if you actually felt as guilty as you claim to, you wouldn’t be this wet on another man’s cock. Don’t play saint now. You’ll ruin the fun.”

You can’t do this right now; you can’t have this worn-out fight. So, you say what you always say even though you’ve long since stopped trying to mean it.

“You keep saying that, sweetheart. We should stop. This is the last time. But no matter what you say, you always come crawling back to me sooner or later because I have what you need. Because I’m not him. Because I fuck you better.”

His words light you on fire. You hate it, but how deeply your body enjoys them is undeniable. How tightly you squeeze and flutter with every degrading line, choking his cock as you use him to satisfy your own perverted needs. How his brutal honesty, his refusal to let you forget your zealous participation in the affair for even a second, arches your back and hardens your nipples.

Even without all that evidence stacked against you, the blitzed-out look on your face says it all. One look at you and everyone would know just how right Matthew is.

“Shut the fuck up,” you growl.

You say it for the sake of saying it. To know, when you curl into Bill's side tonight, that you said something to deny his assessment of you.

But the last thing you want is for him to shut his mouth.

Not right now, not when you’re right there—

“You can’t hide from me, sweetheart, and you can’t lie to me. You can’t fool me, either. I see right fucking through you. It terrifies you—and you love it.”

His raspy voice swims freely through your hollowed-out mind. It unwittingly thumbs through every unforgivable memory, like some sort of pornographic Rolodex.

Matthew’s hips grinding against yours in darkened corners and dive-bar bathroom stalls and poker tables.

His hands fighting against hard-earned sweat in the foggy backseat of his car, battling to find purchase anywhere he can so he can keep rutting with reckless abandon before you’re expected home.

His fingertips burrowing into the sides of your throat, hard enough to bruise, hard enough to silence, hard enough to hurt.

Him spilling inside of you, ropes painting the sacred place white with no remorse or expectation of responsibility.

Matty’s hand over your mouth, urging you to be fucking quiet as he pistons in and out, in and out, keeping you pinned against the bathroom door, against the only thing standing between Bill and the worst discovery of his apple-pie life—

Old habits die hard.

Especially when it’s one that always feels that fucking good. No matter how lecherous or immoral.

Or how badly the betrayal would hurt someone underserving and innocent.

“Even if you walk down that aisle and take his last name, you’ll still belong to me. Wedding or not, this pathetic, weeping cunt belongs to me. But it’s all gonna be okay, though. Don’t you worry that pretty, empty head. I don’t mind sharing my toys. Especially with someone who could never compete.”

You can't compete where you don't compare.

He doesn’t want to be your boyfriend. He doesn’t want to be anyone’s boyfriend. He isn’t the Relationship Type. He doesn’t even want to be exclusive. That’s part of his appeal, no matter how fervently you deny it. He doesn’t want more than pleasure—primal, deviant pleasure—and that’s all you're looking for.

That's all you need.

“Where do you want my load, dirty girl?”

“Inside. I-Inside me, please, Matty.”

“Right answer.”

The burst of warmth is like getting a perfect grade you didn’t earn. Or feeling the cash your sibling gave you in exchange for not ratting them out sitting in your back pocket. It's hard to feel bad about the wrong you’ve done when the payoff is so deliciously worthwhile.

Matthew twitches, still hugged by your sensitive walls, and you shudder.

This is the high you chase every time you bend your morals until they splinter. The still nothingness that lays beyond the denouement, where everything is glowy and the pit inside you appears not-so-bottomless for once. The lack of expectations and obligations. The sheer freedom that stringless pleasure, that sensual self-indulgence provides.

Matthew doesn’t owe you anything, you don’t owe him anything either, and neither of you pretends otherwise.

And you sure as fuck don’t trip on his dirty laundry every time you walk into the bedroom.

“If that doesn’t take,” Matthew flicks his hips in emphasis, “…let me know when and where you want your wedding present, sweetheart.”

You don’t answer. You push his hands away and roll off of him unceremoniously. But he keeps talking.

Matthew is always talking.

“Oh, and before I forget, would you be a dear and let Billy know I won’t be able to make it for his bachelor party? I don’t know why, but I have the oddest feeling that something desperately needing my attention will come up.”

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Love you love you | m.s

pairing: bestfriend!matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: you woke up in your best friends bed after a party with total memory loss. Matt helps you fill in the gaps

warnings: hangover, love confession (?), use of y/n, nickname (sweetheart), mentions of being sick/vomiting

A/N: this is my first fic, so I apologise if it’s terrible 😖 bold & italics = flashback/memory

blue - matt

pink - y/n

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A pounding headache. That’s the first, last, and only thing I think I’ve gained from last night’s party. I roll over to check my phone, that’s when I realise I’m not in my own bed. Shit. I recognise the room, but my head is banging so painfully that I can’t even concentrate on how. The sound of the door opening causes me to shoot up in the bed, I immediately regret the sudden movement when my hand flies to my throbbing head in agony.

“G’mornin party animal” I know that teasing voice. I look up and my face pales and my heart drops to my ass.

Matt.

My silence paired with my half-confused, half-mortified expression makes matt laugh.

“You don’t even remember last night do you?”

“Oh god” I cover my face embarrassed. “How bad was I? Did I puke?”

“No, no puking involved…” he chuckles as approaches the bed with a glass of water and some Advil, he passes them to me and I take them like they’re my lifeline. They felt like it in that moment.

I take a minute to look at my surroundings, I then realise I’m no longer wearing my dress, but instead I’m wearing Matt’s favourite hoodie. Panic floods through my body. “We didn’t-… did we?”

Matt’s eyes widen when he realises what I was asking him. “Oh my god, no! You were way too drunk and, you know I’d never… y’know…”

“Right…” something is on his mind though. “Then why are you looking at me like that? What horrifyingly embarrassing thing did I do last night?”

“Do you remember talking to me while I put you to bed?” I try my hardest to remember but to no avail, I shake my head, scared of what I said t him. “Oh god, what did I say?”

Matt takes a seat on the edge of the bed with a nervous expression. “You… told me that you love me”

“Oh, that isn’t so bad, I tell you that I love you all the time, you’re my best friend-”

“No, it was different this time, you said that you love me love me…”

My eyes pop into saucers as last night starts to flood back to me.

“Okay, almost there, just a few more steps” Matt carries most of my weight as I stumble into his bedroom, a giggling mess.

“You’re so sweet, Matty”

“I’m glad you think that, sweetheart” he chuckles. Matt helps me to sit on his bed, pulling my foot up one at a time so he can take off my favourite heels.

“No like reeeeeally sweet” his reply is another laugh. “I love you Matt”

“I love you too, y/n. C’mon let’s get this uncomfortable dress off, you can wear my favourite hoodie” He pulls me forward to unzip my dress for me.

“Nono, I like… love you love you! Like, I wanna go on dates with you, go to parties together, wear matching costumes on Halloween and.. I wanna kiss you and-and i want you to call me your girlfriend. I love you love you…”

Matt is totally dumbfounded for a good few seconds, until he shakes his head. “Y/n, you’re drunk, you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Nooo I’m serious! I know you don’t love me back, i can tell by the look on your face but.. I reeeally love you”

It’s quiet for another minute or so, Matt finally speak up. “I’m not having this conversation with you when you’re totally wasted, we’ll talk in the morning”

“Are y’mad at me for saying all that?”

“I could never be mad at you, sweetheart. Arms up” he pulls my dress over my head and replaces it with his favourite hoodie, he tucks me into bed, and climbs in next o me, holding me close as I fall asleep

I’m at a loss for words. He’s looking at me as though he’s waiting for me to speak.

Here comes the word vomit…

“I’m so sorry Matt, I don’t even know what I was talking about! I think I was just really emotional and feeling a little lonely because everyone at the party had someone and I didn’t have anybody and then you were so nice to me, like you always are and I just-”

And here comes the actual vomit…

I dive out of the bed with my hand over my mouth and run to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time, spewing my guts up. Seconds later, I feel my hair being pulled away from my face with gentle hands. Matt rubs soothing circles on my back

“you’re okay..”

He reassures me as I throw up all of the alcohol and gross party food from last night. I finally finish gagging and coughing, and sit down on the bathroom floor. I look into Matts worried eyes, he pushes a piece of hair from my face as he cups my face in his hands.

“I am so sorry”

“I love you too…”

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[chvoswxtch]

I’m so excited to be joining the court eras tour! Congrats on the achievement! Can I request speak now about Frank and Matty competing for the attention of the same girl? Wether it means she ends with one of them, none, or both *wink wink*

you know, my philosophy in life is why have one when you can have both?

side note: i'm the worst person to go shopping with bc if you ask me if you should get something, i'm gonna tell you to treat yourself and if you ask me to help you decide between two things, i'm gonna tell you to get them both

with that being said, let's fuck date them both <3

electric touch (frank's version ft. matt)

firstly, frank and matt are very different when it comes to dating

matt flirts with anything that has a heartbeat. he's a charming, smooth talking fucker, and he knows exactly what he's doing. he doesn't even need to use his heightened senses to be able to tell that his dazzling grin and dimples coupled with his alluring deep voice makes a person's blood rush to their cheeks and to other places in their body

frank on the other hand is a little more shy. if you remember, maria approached him first when they met, and that actually seems to be a recurring theme for frank (karen makes the first move, sarah is the one that kisses him, beth is the one that invites him home). essentially, frank is a consent king who lets his partner come to him. not that he doesn't flirt, I think he does when he feels more comfortable, but it doesn't come second nature to him like it does to matt

secondly, I think their different personalities also shine in terms of the kind of date they take you on

matt's go to date idea that we've seen tends to be a romantic dinner somewhere. despite him being a huge slut flirt, i do think he's a hopeless romantic at heart. matt could ask you to dinner as easily as he could ask you what time it was, but I think he'd do his best to make sure to pick a spot that he knew you would like based off your preference in food, meet you at the restaurant looking devastatingly handsome, and then take you on a nice little stroll to keep the evening going

frank on the other hand seems a little more old school and traditional. despite where he's taking you, he's definitely picking you up at your door and bringing flowers. I could see him being a dinner and movie guy, but I also think frank would wanna get to really know you, and it's kinda hard to have a conversation with someone while watching a movie. so I personally think he would take you to do something fun (we know he loved to take his family to the park with the carousel), something like bowling, mini golf, an arcade (where he'd totally show off and win you a prize), an aquarium, etc. somewhere where the two of you could do something fun together and then get a bite after

NOW, we know frank and matt are super competitive with one another, but if they were trying to win over the same person? absolute chaos

let's just say for fun y'all all go on a first date at the same time (bc I personally think it would be hilarious)

you let frank pick the activity y'all do together, and he purposefully sends matt on a wild goose chase telling him to meet at the mini golf place at 7pm, but, he doesn't specify which one. so a pissed off matt finally tracks you and frank down around 7:30 (by the scent of frank's cologne that he would know anywhere) and frank fires the first shot

"'bout time you showed up, red. don't you know it ain't polite to make a lady wait?"

"well I would have been on time if you had specified where this place was. do you know how many mini golf places there are in this city?"

"my bad, thought you'd be pickin' her up at her door with flowers too. guess that was just me though."

frank has the biggest grin on his face, meanwhile matt's cheeks are burning red, both from annoyance and from sprinting to catch up

but frank's victory is short lived when matt beckons you over with a charming smirk and an innocent request for help

"sweetheart, you mind helping me hit the ball? I don't exactly know where i'm aiming."

much to frank's dismay, he has to watch you press yourself up against matt's back, holding onto his hands that were around the golf club, and giggle instructions into his ear as you help him on where to aim

"aw now that's horseshit. you don't need her goddamn help, and you know it."

"i am blind, frank."

matt wears a cocky smirk with every ball you help him hit, but the more you start cheering for frank with how many perfect shots he's hitting (if there's one thing frank is good at it's aim), matt starts showing out too, and eventually the two men forget you're even playing with them bc they're competing against each other so hard

before they break out into a brawl in the sand pit, the three of you make your way to dinner, each of them insisting on holding one of your hands (which they refuse to let go of) so everyone walking in your direction has to go completely around the three of you

matt chose an incredibly romantic italian spot, and needless to say, the host was very confused seeing the three of you together (especially with the disgruntled looks on both of their faces bc they wanted you all to themselves)

not even five minutes pass before they're back at each other's throats

it starts with matt recommending a red wine to you and pronouncing the name of it wrong, to which frank sassily corrects him, and matt scowls across the table behind his red glasses

"what, you suddenly speak italian, castle?"

"i am italian, you dipshit."

matt, completely stunned by this new information, completely misses frank's insult and just stares blankly at him in surprise with raised brows

"what? since when?"

"the hell you mean since when? since I was born. ain't you s'posed to be some kinda genius or somethin'? I really gotta explain simple shit to you-"

"castle isn't italian-"

"no, but castiglione is. it got shortened to castle when my parents moved here from sicily-"

"and how the hell would I know that-"

"well maybe if you shut the fuck up every once in awhile-"

and this is where you have to intervene and redirect the conversation bc while them fighting over you was exciting and truthfully hot at first, it seems like they've spent a better half the night fighting each other, and that simply isn't acceptable

so you warn them that if they don't start playing nice, you'll leave them on the date alone together and go get your own dessert somewhere else

needless to say they suddenly start showing model behavior and redirect their attention where it should've been all along: on you

and i'll let your imagination run wild with how well that date goes and if you invite them both up for a drink or two ;)

[automaticllamacycle]

May Jesus forgive me for what I’m about to say.

Making matty jealous at an industry party until he spanks you and fucks you so hard afterwards

I am going to be combining this ask with this one that I got because they will fit will together hehe : literally matty just fucking you RELENTLESSLY like that man is not stopping until your actually crying like tears are flowing down your face

Disclaimers: reader is quite drunk during the sex, but I'm acting like this is in the dom/sub au I (kinda) have going on so they are in a very committed relationship and have discussed situations like this before! Anyways now onto the horny thoughts (even though im writing this more like a traditional fic)

this ended up being like 1.5k words. It is now 2am so it is NOT proof read, like not even a once over I am SLEEPY

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industry parties are the worst. You despise them. Its all the same every time. You would show up with Matty, have a few drinks of alcohol, and hang by Matty's side while he talked with people from the label. It got old really fast in all honesty.

Tonight you just wanted his attention more than anything, and you are determined to have it by the end of the night. You arrive to the party on his arm and the same old pattern begins as he's dragged away by Jamie to go talk to someone. Without Matty at your side, you excuse yourself to the open bar. One drink turns into two, which turns into three before you even realize it.

You planned this out beforehand. You thought to yourself, maybe if you got a bit drunk and needy, you could convince Matty to take you home early. After drink number three you walk over to Matty, and lean to whisper in his ear. "Baby, can we go home? I'm tired of this."

Matty can tell you're a bit tipsy from your mumbled speech. "Sweetheart, this stuff is important I can't just leave because you want to leave."

"But Matty-" you start, putting on pleading doe eyes. He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

"I said no. Now, go on, it shouldn't be too much longer, anyway. You can be patient."

So, you found yourself back at the bar, with another drink. You've had too much, but you don't really care. Too pissed at Matty to really give a shit.

After another hour passes you stumble back over to Matty. The liquid courage must be working because you don't even care about the fact he's talking to people. You nearly crash into his side when you reach him. "Matty! Can we go now?" He shoots you a glare instantly before turning back towards the two men he was speaking with.

"Sorry guys, this is my girlfriend Y/N. Please, continue on with what you were saying!" Matty's hand is around your waist in a bruising grip. His lips quickly come up to your ear to speak in a dark tone. "Behave."

You do behave... for a total of five minutes, then you get needy again. You start small, leaning into his side and placing your arm on his chest. The alcohol dulls your rational thinking enough that you have no shame in your next actions, reaching up to kiss him on the neck. Matty laughs off the kiss, not so much as turning his gaze to you, continuing to listen to the men speaking to him. His grip on your waist tightens. He's starting to get mad.

You don't stop. Your hand paws at his chest while you balance on your tip toes to whisper in his ear. "Please, sir. I need you-"

Matty steps away fast, not letting you connect your lips to his neck again. "Haha- sorry lads I think it's time I take her back home. Jamie is right over there and would be happy to answer any other questions you two might have." And with that Matty's hand firmly grips your wrist and pulls your behind him, out the door, and to his car.

Once your on the road, he finally speaks after giving you the silent treatment. "What the fuck was that? Were you trying to embarrass me? You know it's important that I talk to people like that at these things."

"I'm sorry- I just wanted your attention."

"And you thought the best way to do that was to beg me to fuck you in front of those guys?"

"I whispered it!"

"Whispered? You call that a whisper? I'm almost certain they heard you. How much have you had to drink tonight."

"Uhm... I lost count."

"No shit."

The rest of the car ride was filled with silence. When you arrive at his place, he doesn't even go around to open your car door, instead heading straight to the front door of his house. Once your both inside, he sits down on the couch. He's angry. Really fucking angry.

"Bend over my knee. Right now." You don't dare disobey him. That would only increase your punishment. You lean your body over his legs, giving him access to your ass. Matty flips up your dress to reveal your lace underwear that is already soaked through.

"I'm sorry sir- I- I promise I didn't mean to embarrass you. Just wanted you so bad." You flinch when his hand strikes your ass.

"Fucking slut. Just because you didn't mean to doesn't mean you avoid getting punished." You gasp as his hand comes down again, just as hard as the first strike. "Besides." His hand spanks you again. "You knew what you were doing when you decided to order all those drinks didn't you?" His hand hits you again, showing no mercy. "Needed some courage before you could be such a whore in public, huh?"

"Yes- yes sir- I knew what I was doing. I'm sorry." Matty's satisfied with your answer, but that doesn't stop the onslaught of his hands. You'll be bruised for at least a week. He wants you to remember this every time you sit down. He wants you to remember and learn from the punishment.

By the end of it, you're sobbing. The strikes were becoming too much, and you needed him to touch you. "Matty- p-please I- I need you, please."

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, sir. I'll never do it again. I promise." you say through choked sobs. Without warning Matty carries you to the bedroom and throws you onto the bed before he starts taking off his clothes. He's hard through his boxers, which are soaked with precum. You follow suit and take off your dress, wincing as you take the lace of your underwear off of your ass.

Matty's on top of you the next second, his cock at the entrance of where you need him most. "You know, I shouldn't even give you my cock. Only good girls deserved to get fucked."

"No! no no no! Please. I need you, I need you so bad." Tears flow down your cheeks.

Matty enters you suddenly, filling you to the hilt. He gives you no time to adjust to his size as he begins pounding into you. "Fine. I'll give you my cock." He groans out. "But I'm going at my fucking pace and you're going to take it."

His hips move rapidly, thrusting into you hard. All you can do is wrap your legs around his waist and dig your nails into his back. The moans that leave your mouth are desperate. Your cries fill the room, along with the sounds of skin meeting skin. Matty's pace is near animalistic.

Matty flips your over so you're on your stomach. You don't have the strength to hold yourself up, completely pliant on the bed. "Poor thing can't hold herself up? Thought you wanted me to fuck you?" he groans, continuing his fierce pace. The new position allows him to go even deeper into your cunt. It's all becoming too much.

"Matty-" you cry. "It's too much- I can't"

"Take it. Be my good girl and take my cock. You were fucking made for me." One of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling your up so your back is up against his chest. He uses his other hand to hold onto the headboard of the bed, steadying himself so he can thrust into you even faster.

"Matty- shit I can feel you in my stomach- fuck-" At your words, his hand shifts lower on your waist, pressing over where his cock bulges in your stomach.

"Yeah? You feel that?" He presses down harder, making a whine leave your throat. "Only I can do this to you. Your cunt is made for my cock." You moan out in agreement, drawing closer and closer to orgasm, and Matty is getting close too. "You gonna come for me? Gonna milk my cock?"

"Yes- yes sir- please."

"Go on then come for me." When he speeds up the pace of his hips, you're a goner, falling into the waves of an orgasm. The pleasure overwhelms you, pulsing through your veins. You cry out his name over and over again as he fucks you though it.

Matty is not far behind. It only takes a few more thrusts before he cums inside of you, filling you up deep inside. As soon as he's finished, he practically collapses on top of you. He takes the time to trail kisses on the back of your neck as you catch your breath and come back down to earth.

"You did good for me, baby. Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's my girl. Let me take care of you now."

[abiiors]

A small little blurb of Matty taking care of sick reader on a cold rainy day. (Im totally not sick and I’m totally not projecting)

because ik sicktember ‘23 is happening, i just thought i would use their prompt for today "sick in an inconvenient place"

hope you feel better soon, babe. sending you hugs <33

walking into work today was a bad idea. fuck, getting out of bed in the first place was an even worse idea. perhaps the worst one ever or so you’re convinced now that you sit at your desk shivering and sweating simultaneously. 

for some reason, cool air blasts out of the ac. the temperature is set so low that the whole area feels like a walk-in freezer. and then there’s the torrential rain outside on top of everything. 

you know, despite having an umbrella you will be drenched by the time you make it to the bus stop. and just the thought of being cold and damp while you feel like you're on the verge of death, makes you want to burst into tears. 

another sniffle from you. another glare from the new guy sitting across from you and you decide enough is enough. 

matty :( is the only thing you need to text him before he’s calling you within thirty seconds. 

in the background, you hear the same pitter-patter of rain, muffled and drowned out by other sounds and the riff of a guitar here or there. but it’s very much present. very persistent. 

“what’s wrong, darling?” he asks as soon as you pick up. 

when you pathetically sniffle some more, you hear him move. a door opens, then closes and the sounds behind him vanish. 

“hello?” he asks again, “you there?”

“i feel like shit,” you croak out. maybe you even speak for the first time that day because you surely don’t remember your voice sounding this dull and hoarse. 

“no shit,” he sighs. “you don’t sound all that well…”

“i don’t feel all that well…” you rub your face tiredly, massaging your achy temples. it’s only 3 in the afternoon. you still have 3 more hours of work to go. 

“can you pick me up? please i can’t, i feel so shocking, i–”

“sweetheart,” he interrupts. “go tell your manager you’re leaving. i’ll be there in fifteen.”

—

and he is there in fifteen as promised. his car is parked as close to the curb as possible and matty stands next to the open door holding out an umbrella, and holding out his other hand for your bag. 

the sight fills your entire body with relief, even as you watch him get half-drenched trying to hold the umbrella above your head, shielding you from any stray droplets. once you’re safely in the car, he closes the door, running to the other side to get in and tossing both your bag and the wet umbrella onto the backseat before he fully focuses his attention on you. 

matty tuts in sympathy. “oh you do look awful…”

you roll your eyes, annoyed and weirdly emotional but as soon as his cool hand touches your forehead, half of it melts away. 

“you’re really warm,” he frowns, bringing the same cool hand to your cheek and checking again. “lets get you home, okay? you’re practically falling asleep here.”

“i’m just really cold,” you complain in a small voice, wiping at your nose with the sleeve of your sweater like a small child. it makes him smile. 

“i’ll turn the ac off,” he says and leans over to press a kiss on your head. 

the car is mercifully warm after that and even though the chills are still there, at lease there’s no cold air blasting in your face. you know he must be uncomfortably warm under the flannel he’s wearing but the drive only lasts another ten minutes before you’re rounding onto the familiar street and stopping in the driveway of your home. 

matty turns around to get the umbrella again, stopping halfway to press another kiss, this time on your cheek, and hurries out the door to come to your side. you coax your achy body to move, to get prepared to make a dash inside. but the most you manage is a wobble up to the front door followed by wheezing and groaning. 

matty’s face falls in sympathy. “aww, c’mere baby,” he coos, letting you burrow your face into his chest while he unlocks the front door. he tries his hardest to walk like that, to let you stay close to him and steal some of his body heat while he gets your stuff inside. 

“can you tell me what hurts?” 

“everything,” you whine, “my head, my body. my throat hurts a bit too.” 

setting the things aside, matty cradles your face, bringing you both to the sofa to sit you down. 

“no more moving for you okay?” he speaks into your hair, seeing as how your face is once again tucked into his chest. “gonna take care of you.” 

you nod, closing your eyes and breathing in his comforting scent. 

“now how about you lay down. i’ll get you some stuff and we can just relax and cuddle for a bit. does that sound good?”

and you only need to nod once again to convey that it sounds absolutely fantastic. 

[unremarkablehouse]

Pet Names

MSR | PG | WC 990 | AO3

Summary: Mulder and Scully aren’t the only names these two dorks call each other. Ch1, Ch2

Tagging: @today-in-fic

“Yes, Dear..” 

Dripping with sarcasm and said as a retort to Scully’s frustrated plea that Mulder use a glass instead of drinking straight from the carton; it inadvertently became the first term of endearment Mulder had used on Scully since the change in their relationship status. 

“No, Dear…” 

Filled with sass and condescension in response to Mulder’s suggestion of a romantic weekend hunting Bigfoot; Scully’s derisive retort fanned the flames for terms of endearment to be used as an ongoing joke throughout their relationship. 

And so, “Honey”, “Sweetie”, “Tiger”, “Dear”, would all be used interchangeably to lovingly mock and tease each. 

The times when Scully asked for Mulder’s help on fixing an appliance; “Oh Honey, it has to be plugged in for it to work.” 

The times Mulder bumped his knees on cabinets or furniture; “Oh Sweetie, did the cabinet jump out at you?” 

Regardless of who was being mocked with the pet name their responses were generally the same; an eye roll, tongue poked out or flipping the middle finger. 

At some point they forgot that the pet names were meant to only be used sarcastically and found they also naturally came out when they were comforting or grateful to one another.

Mulder when finding a sniffling Scully on the couch.

“Aww Honey, don’t get up. Just rest and I’ll make you some tea.” 

“Thank you, Sweetheart.”

Never said in public, these terms of endearment were a part of their own private lexicon that they guarded amongst themselves.

Scully was always amused by the way Mulder co-opted every nickname that had ever been given to her by another person immediately after hearing it. Any time one came up incidentally, he immediately jumped at the chance to use it on her. “Scout”, “Shooter”, “Squirt”, “Starbuck”, were just a few he’d heard and tested out. Scully couldn’t begrudge him this eccentric trait as he always used them with the highest affection, but ultimately reverted back to Scully. 

Mulder’s resemblance to an excitable Golden Retriever leant himself to Scully calling him a “Good Boy,” as a term of endearment when he surprised her by listening or did something she approved of. The giant grin on his face whenever she praised him was irresistible and so it perpetuated the term of affirmation throughout their relationship. 

“Good girl,” said only in the bedroom on penalty of friendly fire, Scully’s body betrayed her own fierce feminine values. The drop of her heart and rush of excitement she felt when Mulder uttered the words became part of the complex choreography that was their mating ritual. Not exactly a pet name, Mulder often thought of an old university parody; ‘when she was good, she was very, very good. But when she was bad she was erotic.’ He loved his bad girl just as much as the good one and every variation in between. 

Scully wasn’t sure exactly how or when Mulder found out that her Confirmation name was Theresa, but he definitely made her regret it. Whenever Scully cursed or told an off color joke, Mulder would pretend to clutch at invisible pearls and cry out “Theresa,” in a feminine scandalized (and vaguely Southern) voice. At first, this ongoing bit made her begrudgingly smile, but then he did it around her siblings and cousins- so her family got in on the joke. One Christmas a young Mathew happened to witness Mulder doing it and then proceeded to imitate him and cry out “Theresa” every time Scully addressed him. Scully’s attempts to correct Mathew and have him call her “Aunt Dana” were futile, a five year old Matty yelling back “Theresa”, spurred on by all the adults who were unable to contain their laughter every time he did it. Despite receiving the silent treatment from Scully on the ride home, Mulder maintained that it was totally worth it and still laughed with her family over the incident.

It was around that time Scully had her friends and family start calling Mulder by his first name. Without a word being uttered on the subject, Mulder knew it was some form of penance. However, Mulder’s aversion to being called Fox had waned significantly since being with Scully. He loved the way she said his name and felt it had somewhat been reclaimed. 

“I love you, Fox Mulder,” would be said as part of a dramatic declaration by Scully, often after life threatening situations, always after he handed her a bowl of ice cream. He loved it when she panted his full name in bed, her declaration ensuring there was no ambiguity as to who she was with- who was responsible for her pleasure. Purred into his ear, Fox became a nickname of its own, and he relished every time she used it. 

However, there was one version of his name that could stop Mulder dead in his tracks. When Scully called him “Fox William Mulder,” his blood turned cold and he knew he was in for it. He wasn’t quite sure when or where she picked this trick up, but if Scully uttered his full name Mulder knew he better watch his next moves and words very carefully. Fortunately for him, Scully didn’t abuse this power, but there was an awareness that she had it in her back pocket if need be. 

As for Mulder, he began to use ‘Dana’ more often when addressing Scully right before they started dating. ‘Dana’ was favored for intimate conversations, but he liked to alternate between Scully and Dana in bed. 

Regardless of the monikers Scully adopted along the way; aliases and titles alike, in his heart Mulder knew that she would always be his Scully. Just as he would always be her Mulder.

[coffeeandbatboys]

Rainy day attack (Matt Murdock x Reader)

had a cute idea for a fluff/humor scenario.

Warnings: tickle fight! Fluff, some light intimacy but totally sfw.

You were royally bored. It was Sunday, which meant you were supposed to go to the park with Matt, but the weather had other plans.

Suddenly, you had an idea.

He sat at the couch with his computer and earpiece in, so he'd be less likely to focus on your skipping heartbeat as you began to form a plan. After being around Matt for as long as you had, you developed a good idea of how to figure him out.

You casually positioned yourself behind him, working your fingers through his hair as an excuse to stand there. He sighed happily at this, oblivious to what was about to happen.

All at once, you crept your hands down to his sides and began tickling. A half laugh, half startled cry left Matt's lips, and you couldn't help from cackling yourself.

" Oh my God Matty..." You barely breathed out. "You sounded like a dying chicken!"

But you quickly realized what a mistake you made. While you were in your doubled over state, Matt turned around, grinning like an adorable idiot. "Oh y/n...you asked for it."

He lunged to the right, but you effectively dodged him, running around the couch to his left. You attempted to catch him from behind again, but he spun around before you got the chance to do so. Facing each other, you began tickling each other's sides relentlessly. However, in one clean move, Matt swept your feet out from under you, placed both palms flat behind your shoulder blades, and carefully lowered you to the floor.

"I win." He grinned again, shifting above you so you wouldn't suffocate.

"Even in a tickle fight...you still manage to make sure I don't get hurt." You breathed heavily, tears of laughter pricking your eyes.

"That's my job, sweetheart."

After a second, your lips met in a soft kiss, parting only to go back for more smaller ones. He sat up, allowing you to get up as well.

"God I hope we're still like this when were old. I never want to get tired of you." Matt chuckled.

"Me neither, Matty. Me neither."

[betweenthings2]

love the physical intimacy prompts “being tucked/carried in to bed after having fallen asleep on the couch waiting for your partner to come home” and “literally sharing a sweater” for gatty xx

Hi, thank you so much for the ask!! I'm so, so very sorry it took me so long to write it. The ask list is here if anyone else wants to see it =)

Being tucked/carried in to bed after having fallen asleep on the couch waiting for your partner to come home

Matty's not as good at staying up as he used to be, especially when he's up first thing in the morning. He'd had to get up this morning to sit through a meeting he really didn't need to be in, but now, George's flight has been delayed and Matty swore to himself he'd stay up until George is home. He used to be better at staying up, but he also used to not have grey in his hair and his knee used to not bother him when it got cold, so maybe that's just the way it is. Maybe that's just age.

Still, Matty will stay up. George is supposed to be home around one, which really isn't that late. Matty used to stay up later than that on principal, but it's just barely passed midnight and he's yawning every few minutes and willing himself to keep his eyes open. Even Mayhem has given up being awake, curled up on the floor next to the couch where Matty can reach him.

But Matty is staying up. He's staying up because George will be home in an hour and he's only 35 which is not that old and he's a good partner and he can stay up until George gets home because it's not that late. He's fine. He can stay up. He can absolutely, completely, totally stay up. He can stay up.

The next thing Matty knows, George is tucking the duvet around him and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "G'night," he whispers.

"G?" Matty asks.

George offers a smile, and sits on the edge of the bed. "Hey," he murmurs.

"Hi," Matty mumbles. "Wha' time is it?"

"Like, 1:30?"

"When'd you get home?"

"Go to sleep," George says.

Matty grabs to George's hand, sleepy and uncoordinated, and says, "Sorry."

"Sorry?" George echoes. "What for?"

"I was tryin' to stay up for you. Sorry."  

George offers Matty a small smile and in the dim light cast only from the lamp on George's bedside table, his looks wonderfully soft and fond.

"Love you," Matty adds before George can say anything.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart," George repeats. "I'm gonna shower and I'll be back, ok?"

Matty nods and repeats, "Love you, G."

"Love you, too," George responds. "I won't be long."

Matty watches him go, then pulls the duvet up to his chin and rolls over so the door so the ensuite bathroom is in his line of sight while he waits for George to get out of the shower. The shower runs for a few minutes, then it shuts off and Matty can't help but be a little bit excited that George will be to bed soon. He hadn't been gone long, but Matty's missed sharing their bed, missed cuddling up to George at night.

George comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later after he shuts the shower off and climbs into bed, then reaches to turn out the lamp on the bedside table, but Matty stops him with, "Leave it on for a minute? Please?"

George rolls over to face Matty with a worried expression and asks, "You alright?"

Matty nods. "Feels cozy, is all," he says. "I missed you and I dunno, I wanna see you."

George smiles and reaches out to comb his fingers through Matty's hair, still just barely damp from his own shower, and runs his thumb over his cheekbone, murmuring, "I love you."  

"'m glad you're home," Matty mumbles.

"Me, too," George murmurs. "Me, too."

----

Literally sharing a sweater

"'m cold, G," Matty mumbles, trying to get closer. It's not really possible--Matty is halfway into George's lap and the only way they could get closer is if there was less fabric between them and Matty's too cold to let that happen--but he tries.

"I know, love," George murmurs, rubbing Matty's back in a way he hopes is at least a little bit comforting. "D'ya have a jumper or something?"  

Matty shakes his head.

"That wasn't really your best planning, was it?" George teases.

Matty frowns. "You were right there. I asked you if you thought I'd be cold before we left."

"And I told you that you know what it's like."

"That wasn't really your best planning was it?" Matty counters. "You know I'm always cold. You could have reminded me of that."

"You know you're always cold, too," George counters.

"I'm cold," Matty repeats, trying to get closer again. "I think Ross left a jumper," George offers. "Do you want me to look for it?"

Matty shakes his head and runs one hand up George's back, under his jumper. "I don't want you to move."

"Ok," George agrees. There's really no harm or reason to convince Matty to move--the studio is empty and quiet since everyone else went out for lunch. He probably wouldn't try to make Matty move if anyone else was there, but he'd have a stronger case. Now, there's no real case to make him move--they've gotten done what they stayed behind to get done and George would by lying if he said he didn't love having Matty this close.

"Thanks," Matty mumbles.

George doesn't say anything more, just traces absent shapes on Matty's back and lets him be close, lets him look for body heat. After a while, when George would think Matty has fallen asleep because he's been still an quiet for so long that sleep is the only logical assumption, Matty shifts and sticks his other hand up George's jumper, cold through the thin fabric of the t-shirt he's wearing beneath it. George rests his hand over Matty's, the wool of his jumper between them.

"Matthew," George murmurs, "we can't both wear my jumper."

"'m not tryin' to, 'm just cold."

George chuckles. "You should have brought your own," he murmurs. "Or at least let me get up and get you Ross's."

"George," Matty whines. "Please? I'm cold."  

George sighs and presses a kiss to Matty's temple, then says, "You're gonna have to move."

"Why?"

"Just for a minute, love," George promises.

Matty pouts, but he does as George asked, moving enough that George can get his jumper off and hand it over.

"Really?" Matty asks.

George chuckles at that, too, and says, "Yeah. Go on."

Matty takes the jumper but hesitates to put it on, saying, "But then you'll be cold."  

"You're impossible."

"Are you gonna be cold?" Matty insists.

"'m fine, Matty," George promises. "Put on the jumper."

And what can Matty do but do as George tells him? He does and he immediately feels better, warmer, cozier. The jumper is far too big for him and the sleeves fall over his hands, the same way every other piece of George's clothing fits him, but he feels better.

"Thank you," Matty murmurs, getting close again.

George drapes his arm over Matty's shoulders, still warm despite the loss of his jumper. "You feel better?" he asks.

Matty nods. "Thanks," he repeats. "Love you."

George presses another kiss to Matty's temple and echoes, "Love you, too."

[toomuchracket]

and this is how it starts (flatmate!matty x reader smut)

this is quite literally day 1 of the relationship. like, condom-gate was mere hours ago lmao. also, someone said just thinking about flatmate matty and girlie literally just after condom gate and they're sitting on the couch and she's just kissing his neck and making out and he gets all flustered n floaty cos he's waited for this for so long 😕 maybe she teases him for getting hard so quickly and it's just sweet, i love them <3 so it's a bit of that too. enjoy <3

matty's not totally sold on the idea of there being a heaven, but his reasoning against it is weakening with every passing second. after all, what else could the situation he's in right now be, sprawled on the living room sofa with you on his lap and your lips connected? there's no other way of describing it.

he doesn't give a shit about description right now, though. or responsibility, or even time itself. all matty cares about is kissing you, softly moving his hands to rest in previously uncharted places on your body, and getting you to make those little whimpers that draw all the blood from his brain and redirect it to his dick. your hands weave into each other's hair, and an instinctive tug from matty has you pulling back and whining his name. he goes to pout at the removal of your lips from his own, but then you grind down harder onto him and drop your head into the crook of his neck; your lips meet the soft skin of matty's neck, and he can't stop the gasp that rips from his throat (or the hardening in his sweatpants).

holy fuck. in the many (many) dreams matty’s had about your lips, not once has he ever dreamt about them in this location. 

what a twat he is.

another choked noise leaves his mouth as your tongue joins the party, and yet another follows when you moan into his skin at the way he clutches desperately at your hips. before he knows it, you're kissing him again, licking into his mouth with such intensity he's half-convinced you're trying to eat him. and he'd let you - his brain and heart have already been consumed by you, after all. why not let you devour him completely?

your teeth sink into matty's lower lip as if you might, and he whines; you giggle against him, and switch your lips back to his neck before repeating the bite, albeit softer on the delicate skin, pulling another wanton moan from him. the pain turns to pleasure in his nerves and ricochets throughout his body so hard that he feels his dick jump, despite the haze of pleasure clouding his senses and brain capacity.

judging by the way you gasp and grind down impossibly further onto your boyfriend, you feel it too. he's aware of your lips peeling from him, and then suddenly your beautiful face appears in his eyeline - your eyes and hair are wild, your lips are swollen from, well, use, and you've never looked more enticing than now. then you smile, and matty has to retract his previous statement. “i didn't know you were so into neck kissing, matthew.”

he's not sure if it's the use of his full name (chiding, teasing, patronising) or the glint in your eye (seldom seen, slightly manic, so fucking flirty) that does it, but matty feels his cheeks flood with colour and heat. you lightly run your thumb across one with a satisfied hum, and matty momentarily forgets how to breathe; when the palm of your hand brushes his throat on its way down to rest on his chest, he almost shuts down completely. but he quickly recovers enough to speak shyly. “isn’t everyone?”

“yeah, but, baby,” you roll your hips slowly against his, groaning quietly as you do, and whisper directly in his ear. “it just got you so fucking hard.”

christ.

matty says as much as he throws his head back against the sofa, and you giggle. he cracks one eye open to look at you, all happiness-glowy and dishevelled in his t-shirt, and he can't help but smile bashfully. “don’t take the piss, sweetheart.”

“i'm not!” you laugh, then smirk. “well, maybe a little bit.”

“fucking knew it,” matty lightly smacks your ass, grabbing the soft flesh and using it as leverage to rock your hips against his. “mocking me for a normal reaction to a kiss in an erogenous zone, you minx.”

“ooh, big word.”

“i’ll smack you again, i mean it.”

“do your worst,” you grin, circling your hips. “although i'll be surprised if you can focus with that - oh, fuck,” your voice trails off into a moan as matty grins and latches his lips onto your neck, sucking a bruise into the lightly-perfumed skin and soothing it with his tongue.

he smirks as he pulls back to admire his work; for all he's dreamed about marking you up as his like this, nothing comes even remotely close to the real thing. “seems to me like someone can't take it as well as she can give it,” matty coos, cupping your jaw and running his thumb over your pouty lips. “that right, baby?”

without breaking eye contact, you flick your tongue against the pad of his thumb - when you hear matty's breath hitch, you slowly slide your lips onto the digit, down to the knuckle, tongue still flicking around it. he swears under his breath, dick harder than he thinks it's ever been, other hand clutching so hard at your ass that he wouldn't be surprised if it bruised. somewhere deep in matty’s mind, there's a little part of him wracked with guilt at the thought of hurting you, sweet, beautiful you, but that part is far overshadowed by just how badly he wants to be inside you right now.

thankfully, you seem to want that too; you release his thumb with a pop and a connecting string of spit, and look doe-eyed at him. he’s not sure if he's ever seen anything so erotic on his life.“no. i can take it, matty.”

something shifts in the air when you say that - it's as if the molecules have gotten heavier, dropping a delicious tension into the atmosphere and knocking all flirty banter to the ground. you're so close he can see himself reflected amidst the desire in your eyes. so close that your breath mingles with his own, hot in the crisp autumn air. so close, and, for the first time, so available for him to touch.

and, god, does he want to touch you.

“you can take it?” matty asks, caressing your cheek and smiling when you nod. “now?”

“please.”

matty groans. “you'll kill me, sweetheart,” he quickly kisses you, smiling into your lips when you moan. “let me take you to bed and you can show me how well you take it, yeah?”

you pout. “wanna stay here.”

“so do i. but we need to go and get a condom, darlin.”

“don't worry,” you lean back slightly and pull the t-shirt over your head in a way matty can only liken to unwrapping a present; he swears when he sees the lacy black bra you're wearing, your tits threatening to spill over its scalloped trim. when you see him looking at your chest, you grin. “like my bra?”

“very much.”

“good. been saving it for you - you know, in case we ever… got to this stage in our relationship.”

matty blinks as the realisation settles in his mind and body. he's so turned on it's almost painful. “really? fuck, baby, that's so hot.”

you shrug bashfully. “got a whole drawer full of pretty underwear i only want you to see. been thinking about this for a while. which reminds me,” you reach into your bra and pull out a small foil square, and hold it up triumphantly. “no need to go to bed!”

matty laughs slightly deliriously. “you had a condom down your bra the whole time? fuck, you really want me, don't you?”

“on this couch, specifically,” you lean in to softly kiss his neck again, then drag your tongue up to whisper in his ear. “dreamt about riding you on it since the day i moved in.”

shit.

his hips buck up at the mere thought, eliciting whines from both of you. “wanna make your dream come true - need it, darlin, need you.”

“fuck,” your hands scramble to pull matty's t-shirt over his head, then pull his face to your own for a searing kiss. it doesn't last long, though, with you soon pulling back to guide matty's hands to the clasp of your bra; he catches on to your ideas quickly, undoing the thing with ease and sliding the bra from your body, while you clumsily balance on one knee at a time to get your panties off. matty huffs out a laugh when you roll your eyes and leave the underwear to dangle on your left calf, and you smile and wrap your arms around his neck. “what?”

“nothing, you're just cute - sit up for me, darlin, so i can lift my hips, thanks,” he replies, shimmying his sweatpants down with a shit-eating grin. “so impatient to fuck me that you can't even properly take your underwear off.”

you raise your eyebrows and tear the condom packet open with your teeth. matty feels his eyes roll back into his head when you finally touch him, pumping his dick three times before rolling the condom onto him - you hum happily at the weight of him in your soft hand. “i don't think i'm the impatient one here, babe.”

you're not wrong. still, disagreeing gives him a perfect excuse to rile you up with a touch, too. “no?” matty tilts his head, sliding a hand across your thigh and between your legs; before you can react, he slides a finger along your slit, catching the sticky arousal and dipping into your dripping cunt. your reaction - a shaky whimper - is incredible, almost as incredible as matty's realisation that it’s him who got you into this state. “oh, baby.”

he smiles when you whine his name, but it drops in favour of a gasp when you replace his finger in your folds with the head of his dick. without breaking eye contact, you gasp too. “matty, can i…?”

“please, angel,” matty moans, hands trailing up to squeeze your tits before returning home to your hips. “put me inside.”

“okay,” you all but whisper. a beautiful smile crosses your face, the sun breaking through clouds. “i love you.”

the way you say that, so giddy… matty thinks his heart could honestly burst. he gently cups your jaw with both hands. “i love you too.”

you giggle, and matty feels your cheeks heat up. “i'm glad i get to love you openly now.”

“me too, darlin,” matty kisses you slowly, passionately, but so sweetly; he wants you to be able to feel how much he loves you through his lips. he pulls back just enough to speak clearly, foreheads still touching. “wanna be even closer to you.”

“hold my hips, then, please,” you murmur against him, smiling and kissing him again when he obliges. shuffling around on your knees for a second, you line matty up with yourself, and slowly begin to sink down onto him. the feeling is mind-blowing for both of you, it seems - matty makes a choked groan at how tight you are, and you whimper as he stretches you further with every bit of him you slowly take. “matty.”

he responds with a moan of your name, rubbing soothing circles into your hips while you take him to the hilt with a series of dazed blinks. despite the pleasure already clouding his brain, matty touches your face in concern. “you feeling alright, darlin?”

“yeah. just full.”

“need a second?”

you nod. “sorry, baby.”

“no, not at all. feels amazing like this, anyway,” he strokes your cheek, relishing the way you melt into his touch. “knew you'd look fucking gorgeous on top.”

at that, you clench around him - he's not even sure you're aware of it, but he has to focus very hard on keeping himself from moving inside you - and speak again. “have you thought about this a lot?”

matty nods, trailing his hand down to your chest. “oh yeah.”

“so have i,” you smile, humming contentedly when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger - when he leans forward to take the bud into his mouth, you whine. “fuck, can i move now?”

“yeah,” matty moans around your tit, before pulling away and leaning back against the sofa. “ride me, angel.”

the sentence hasn't even fully left his mouth before you're obliging; the words trail into a raspy groan as you slowly pull yourself up and sink back down. his eyes want to close from the overwhelming pleasure of you fucking him, but he keeps them open because the sight of you like this is too incredible to miss even a second of. matty has no idea how many times he's dreamt of you doing exactly this to him, alone in his bedroom or hotel or tour bus bathroom, but every single fantasy pales in comparison to the real thing. after all, he couldn't have imagined the way your jaw trembles and your eyelids flutter every time he bottoms out inside you, sending an accomplishment high through his body that makes him feel better than any substance he's ever tried.

he has imagined the way your tits would bounce as you speed up your own bouncing on him. again, though, reality is so much better - not once in his dreams did you whine a plea while he tentatively touched them, or cry his name and clench around him in response to him pinching your nipples. the slight pain spurs you on, makes your hips move faster and wilder and matty's contract in pleasure, and he makes a mental note to remember the effect it has on you for future reference. 

like he'd ever forget any of this. matty’s never felt so good in his fucking life.

when he tells you as much, you beam, and speed up yet again. oh. matty smirks as best he can through the intense pleasure. “you like it when i tell you how good you are, darlin?”

“mhmm,” you nod shyly, adorably incongruous with the way you're slamming your hips down to meet matty's. “wanna be perfect for you.”

fuck. “you are, sweetheart. my perfect girl,” matty sits up to kiss you, and you whimper into his mouth at the slight change in angle of him inside you. he smiles, switching his lips to your neck. “what else do you want, gorgeous?”

“want - oh, fuck - want you to touch me,” before matty even has the chance to respond, you suck his right thumb into your mouth again and lead it to your clit. “wanna cum.”

and who the fuck is he to deny you what you want, especially after seven years of also wanting to make you do just that?

“alright, darlin,” matty smiles, jaw dropping at the way you tighten impossibly further around him as he starts working little circles into your clit. “shit, that feels good.”

“yeah?”

he nods. “keep going, angel. actually, just use me to get yourself off. whatever you need to do.”

your eyes widen. “really?”

“really. wanna see you cum for me,” matty lightly bites the inside of your tit. “used to make myself cum thinking about you falling apart on top of me like this.”

a glint of something flickers in your eyes, something matty can't quite name. “so, if i cum,” you breathily begin, still rocking your hips. “you'll cum too?”

“pretty much, yeah.”

you smirk. “alright.”

with that, you brace your arms behind you on matty's thighs, using them as leverage to fuck him as hard as you possibly can. he gasps, nerves beginning to tingle with the orgasm he's been both holding off and craving for a while now, climax creeping closer with every bounce of your hips and tits; he's mesmerised by you, your beautiful body practically shaking above him as you ride your way to ecstasy, and whines of his name and various swear words and “don't stop touching me, please” pouring from your perfect lips.

matty does as he's told, thumb staying put on the bundle of nerves between your thighs. remembering his mental note from earlier, he brings his free hand down on your ass and kisses away the cry you let out on impact. “come on, sweetheart,” he coos against your mouth. “give in. cum for me, my love, let go for me. make me feel good.”

he leans back to look at you - you look utterly fucked, eyes heavy and teary, jaw slack and lips swollen, but you're so beautiful. when you look at him (probably just as fucked-looking, to be honest), you smile sweetly, but it soon drops off your face as you rush ever closer to the precipice of orgasm. “matty,” you whimper, voice cracking from overuse. “i'm gonna cum.”

no four words have ever sounded better to him. matty holds your face with his free hand; you nuzzle into it, and a wave of love washes over him. “do it, angel.”

your head drops onto his shoulder as your hips fall out of rhythm, and you cry into his neck as your body jerks in ecstasy. matty cries, grabbing your ass and leaning back so he can fuck up into your pulsing cunt as his own orgasm hits. he holds you flush against him as he cums into the condom, then lets you gently flop down as you both recover with panting breaths.

matty's so hazy from pleasure that it takes him a minute to register the chaste kisses you're planting on his neck - you lift your head when he giggles breathily, smiling so widely he's sure your face must hurt. “hi matty.”

“hi, baby,” he kisses your nose. “i love you.”

“love you too,” you give him a little smooch. “loved that.”

“fuck, so did i,” matty sighs, grinning at you. “you're really fucking good at that.”

“only cos it's you i was fucking,” you giggle. “my need to make you feel good outweighed the burning in my thighs. would've tapped out, otherwise.”

matty rubs the offending body part. “will you let me take care of you in return, then? after you've endured the pain and climbed off me so i can get rid of the condom, that is.”

you nod, hissing as you pull yourself off matty's dick and flop onto the couch beside him. he kisses you quickly before he stands, slightly shakily, and removes and ties off the condom; you protest when he places it on the coffee table. “matthew!”

“what? i put it on a coaster. and i'm not leaving it there!”

“still! i don't want used condoms on my good coffee table, even if it's us that's used them,” you stare at him for a second, and then collapse into giggles. “new flat rule?”

matty cackles. “all condoms put in the bin immediately after use. right, hold it for a second, then - and don't give me that face, it was inside you!” he sighs as he bends down and scoops you - holding the condom between your thumb and index finger, mildly disgusted - up bridal-style into his arms. your face softens when he kisses your head as he carries you down the hall. “fancy a bath? it'll help your legs.”

“only if you come in with me.”

he hums, nudging the bathroom door open and setting you down on your shaky legs; you chuck the condom in the bin. “i like the sound of that.”

“good,” you lean up to kiss him. “now please leave the room.”

“what? why?”

“because,” you say, turning the bath's hot tap on. “i need to piss. in peace.”

matty pouts overdramatically. “but i don't want to leave you.”

“out, healy,” you point at the door as matty giggles; you kiss his cheek as he leaves, though. “bring a bottle of wine in when you come back?”

“glasses, too? or just share the bottle?”

you scoff. “you were just inside me, and now you're worried i have germs?”

he laughs. “i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

[yourghastlycloseness]

watching all these people who made it, made it young. they started young. taylor swift was out knocking on the doors of music labels at 11. there’s an interview of matty healy age 10 saying he wants to be a pop star and has been working on his drums, progress has been coming along nicely, but he really wants to be a top-class musician

they knew what they wanted to do and they stuck to it

i knew what i wanted to do around that age (abt 11-12, rly have to thank teachers for pointing it out) and stuck to it, gave up for a bit, but now i’ve decided i’m not going to stop trying until i die

also i watched healy’s interview bcos i thought he’d be an asshole lmao and he is an asshole in the way all adults are assholes some are just better at hiding it some are bigger vortex-strength kind of assholes

healy makes fantastic points. love what he said about music and certain melodies feeling as if they’ve been around forever and have just been “unearthed” by the right artists. think it’s like what the greeks believed about inspiration being a “genius spirit” that pays you a visit. takes away the greatness and mysticism of the creator/artist—they are the vehicle for the art

ofc that’s just one way to look at it

also finally caught that clip of kanye interrupting taylor’s award speech to shout out to beyoncé. always thought he was an asshole abt it based on what the papers wrote, but watching it now, i see a person with good intentions but not the best execution

i need to look at the ppl in my life w more generosity. been “splitting” a lot lately. someone’s either a ho with an ego entirely at the mercy of male attention or the purest sweetheart of our times

learn to be neutral. more compassionate, more investigative. why the need for male attention? why put men before your female friends? also that behaviour doesnt make you a ho, just a human being. also no one’s rly pure pure, but they can have their moments where they’re just total sweethearts, etc.

and then what do i want, and have i ever been honest with myself, and with others? one thing i know: i have too much pride to admit that i “need” something/someone. i don’t like to sleep, eat, fuck, and shit with other people in closed spaces because these are needs, and i don’t want people to think i have them. now, nothing wrong with that. contrary to common wisdom, i don’t see pride as being solely responsible for the downfall of any one person. but do i want to change? and if i say no, is that me or my pride talking?

[catohphm]

Andrew is a total sweetheart! I'm so happy you found these out! I also love the screenshots of her and Matty, I can help but think they're amazing friends? 🥺😭

For Danny, Larson originally being wanted as the Ravenclaw seeker plays in with my boy's story as the former is picked instead, and Larson is made chaser, but he could still be backup seeker in case something happened to Danny. I love the vibe they have as friends and teammates 💙

Things I learned about Andrew Larson

So, I decided to listen to Andrew Larson voice lines after Divination class (because I just found out you can do this) and here are some things I found out about him!

PSA: Because he shares the same VA as Ominis and Eric, the two of them might have said these same lines although I haven't heard these ones from them. Andrew and Ominis' voices are slightly different so I only wrote down the ones that sounded different than Ominis'. So take all of these with a grain of salt because they may just be random NPC lines!

-Enjoys potions a LOT. Talks about it constantly. -Has a toad, loves the toad, but wishes he had and owl. -Has three older sisters, all of whom used the same wand that he has now. -He ran into Adelaide Oakes by accident after being distracted by Peeves and sent her books flying everywhere. -His dad wanted him to be the Ravenclaw Seeker. -His great-aunt was a Hufflepuff. -The way he speaks is very interesting. He uses slang, shortens words unlike Ominis who shares the same VA, and has pretty long voice lines. Which is the biggest way to tell their voices apart. And his is slightly deeper. -Didn't meet any of his cousins until he attended school and they were all sorted into Ravenclaw. -Loves helping others with their homework.

(also I was supposed to post this months ago and didn't OOPS. Hope you enjoyed <3)

[eviesaurusrex]

Harry Styles x University!Reader

Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin

author’s note: Harry Styles having a “normal” girlfriend is living in my head rent-free. So, here it is. matt_james is the reader’s best friend! I’m apologizing for the lengthy thing, but I figured out to cheat around the 10 picture limit on the app, so deal with it :* This is not the first part of my small series revolving around the meet cute blurb I had written some time ago. This one here is much older *doesn't dare to look at the date written on the draft* Btw: I put a two-week break into his tour (between the European and the NA leg). Deal with that as well :* This is only barely proofread, I'm sorry!

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»ynoncloudnine changed handle to yninhell«

matt_james At least the weather is nice enough to study outside 🤷🏾‍♂️

[tagged yninhell]

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juneli my shift is almost over! Do you need a refreshment for your hard work? <3

↳ yninhell Uhm… yes please?! 😦

↳ matt_james You’d be my new favorite person of the year.

↳ yninhell HEY! ☹️

↳ juneli Your favorites are on the way! And don’t try to fool me, matty. We all know that YN will always be your favorite person ❤️

oscaratty How much longer will you stay? My last lecture got canceled, and I could use some study time with my friends.

↳ yninhell Did you check the calendar? If yes, you’ll know how long we’re gonna stay 💀

↳ oscaratty It’s this bad?

↳ yninhell Yeeeep. Please remind me again why I decided to study law?!

↳ matt_james Because you’re one of the smartest people on this planet?

↳ yninhell stop over exaggerating, thank you very fucking much.

↳ juneli Love, he is right. Look at all the scholarships you have. It’s okay to brag, especially when it’s earned 😚

↳ yninhell 🙄🙄🙄

↳ yninhell Still, it feels wrong.

↳ matt_james 😯😐

yninhell Can someone bring me my boyfriend back? I think he got wrongly delivered ☹️

I can’t even tag him because he never told me his gram name. Well, not the one for me, at least.

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gemmastyles Excuse me, he forgot what?! HAROLD!! hazmissesyn

↳ yninhell thank you, you are a total gem, G 🥹 You are forgiven, Harold. That name saved you

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↳ hazmissesyn I thought I’d never see the next day 🫣 I am so sorry, sunflower. I’m never thinking about IG, but I know how much you use it, so I should’ve thought about it. Will you forgive me entirely? ❤️

↳ yninhell Already forgiven, love ♥️

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↳ gemmastyles The world is back in order 🥰

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hazmissesyn Oh, my darling love 😢 Should I make a detour before heading to Bologna?

↳ yninhell No. NO! ‘s alright, really. I’m just not used to not having you around, that’s all. Btw I am really sorry for not being able to come with you 😔

↳ hazmissesyn Darling, please. We had this conversation a long time ago. You’re doing what you love, and I am so proud of your academic achievements, my angel ❤️

↳ yninhell Okay 🥺😔 I love you, you know that, right?

↳ hazmissesyn Of course I do, sunflower ❤️ I love you too ❤️

↳ juneli Hi, don’t mind me, I just wanted to let you know that you two are the sweetest, bye!

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matt_james You need some company, rainbow?

↳ yninhell 👉🏻👈🏻 Yes 👉🏻👈🏻

↳ matt_james On my way with some sugar reinforcements 👌🏻

yninhell I got flowers. He sent me flowers. I never got flowers before. I’m crying over a bunch of flowers and a simple little note.

I’m mentally at a very stable and steady place, yes.

I’m gonna leave now because I have a date with the screen of my mac to see my man sing while studying until my brain dies.

Bye.

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annetwist Sweetheart, do you want to come over? We could enjoy the weather in the garden, eat enough cake for a school class, destress from all these exams you handle like a champion, and just enjoy each other’s company? The cats miss you too.

↳ gemmastyles I could make a detour on my way home! I wanted to go anyway ❤️

↳ yninhell Really? You’d do that? 🫣

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↳ gemmastyles Of course, silly. You’re practically my sister at this point. I would do anything for you, sunny ❤️

↳ yninhell Okay, but only if it’s really not a hassle for you, G 🫣

↳ gemmastyles On my way!

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↳ annetwist Drive safe, Gem! See you soon, my gorgeous girls! ❤️

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hazmissesyn Damn, I knew I’d make it worse.

↳ jefezoff Told you those flowers weren’t the greatest idea.

↳ pillowpersonpp Urgh, men. Always have to explain everything to you. See, those flowers didn’t do anything. They’re only flowers. But it probably reminded her that she still has a week to push through. Give this woman some credit.

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↳ jefezoff Oh.

↳ hazmissesyn Thanks, S ☹️

oscaratty And still you manage to look stunning. Mind telling me your secret?

↳ yninhell Years of practice, Attenbourgh. And years of fake it till you make it attitude.

↳ oscaratty Welp, that explains some things.

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hazlovesyn Look at my gorgeous sunflower.

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mitchrowland Enjoy the break, man!

jefezoff We’ll see you in two weeks ❤️

juneli Hi thanks for allowing me to follow you and thanks for making her so happy byyyye

↳ hazlovesyn Thank you for watching after her while I was on tour ❤️

↳ juneli You don’t have to thank me (or us). That’s what best friends do 😊

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yninhell So many pictures with my face on them help.

↳ hazlovesyn I have even more 👀

↳ yninhell You are crazy, love 🫣

↳ hazlovesyn For you? Yes.

↳ yninhell You cheesy bastard 🥰

↳ hazlovesyn Your cheesy bastard 😚

↳ matt_james Awwww. Look at you two 🥰

pillowpersonpp We are really trying to give you some time alone, but I wanna see my friend again, soooo… we’re coming over in a couple of days. Just to give you a heads up x

↳ yninhell S!!!! I’m gonna bake you your favorites. Still up for chocolate fudge mitchrowland?

↳ mitchrowland Definitely! but you don’t have to bake. We can bring something from that patisserie around the corner. You have enough on your plate already.

↳ yninhell Oh, please. Why spend money if we all know that you love my stuff the most 🫣

↳ hazlovesyn I’m teaming up with my gorgeous girl. Plus, baking is her downtime

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↳ pillowpersonpp I’m not saying no to the promised goods 👀

»yninhell via stories«

matt_james Enjoy it to the fullest!

oscaratty A baby suits you.

↳ yninhell Yeah, but not my current life“style”

juneli You look stunning, he looks stunning, everyone looks stunning and is his sister single and interested in woman? Asking for a friend

↳ gemmastyles That is very sweet of you, but I’m in very good hands 😙

↳ juneli Well, at least no one can say I didn’t try ☺️

harrystylesfanpage Harry spotted today in Oxford, England!

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hsfan1 What is he dooooooooing there?

hsfan2 The most important question is: for who is that food in his hand? I saw some more pictures of him in that café, clearly choosing stuff he'd never eat O.O

↳ hsfan3 🤔😦

↳ hsfan4 I don't want to jinx anything, but he was seen there so often by now. Maybe he had a secret girlfriend 🥹🤭

↳ hsfan2 Would explain the weird food buys

hsfanpage Could we please talk about how at ease he looks??? Not a single care in the world 🥺

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hazlovesyn I love you with every fiber of my being, sunflower.

[tagged ynoncloudnine]

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juneli I missed that smile on her face.

↳ matt_james Same

ynoncloudnine I love you more, baby 🥺

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↳ hazlovesyn ☺️😘

oscaratty You two need to bring some sunshine back from Italy!

↳ ynoncloudnine I mean, I could try and ask miss sun very nicely?

↳ oscaratty Much appreciated 😎

↳ hazlovesyn She'd be at your feet, darling, because you're the prettiest sunflower

↳ ynoncloudnine 🥺🥺🥺

↳ oscaratty I really am happy for you both, but please THINK ABOUT ALL THESE SINGLES HERE 😭

annetwist Enjoy the downtime, my two loves 💕

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↳ hazlovesyn Yes, mom ❤️

pagesix Singer Harry Styles was spotted at various places along the Italian coast with a mysterious woman. According to their familiarity with one another, it is not far-fetched to say that the most eligible bachelor of the music industry is... off the market?!

Click the link in our bio to see more pictures of the supposedly happy couple!

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hsfan1 Not page six again. Damn.

hsfan4 This is such an intrusive behavior towards them both. I'm so sick of all these tabloids.

↳ hsfan2 No wonder he keeps his life as private as possible x.x

mymanharry KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY MAN BITCH

harry_fangirl But... I love him and want to be with him 🥺😭

↳ hsfan3 Not to be the bad news bearer, but he doesn't know that you even exist, sweetie. So, shut up 😙

harrystylesfan I hate these pictures SO much, but I'm happy to see him this happy.

↳ hsfan7 Same. The struggle is real tho because we all know how much his privacy means to him.

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hsfan8 Okay, but they look hella cute together.

harrystylesupdate More leaked pictures of Harry with the mysterious woman!

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harrystylespage Oh, c'mon! First page six, now you too??? This is disgusting

hsfan1 Take these pictures down, NOW.

hsfan3 This is clearly a massive violation of his privacy. You're better than this.

hsfan4 I feel so sorry for her. I'm glad the media didn't already find out her name, and she's still safe from those bloody scavengers.

↳ harrystylesfan totally agree. But I fear it might not be long until they find out 🥺😭

↳ hsfan4 We will protect her on social media because she probably makes him super happy and doesn't deserve an ounce of hate.

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dailymail The search has found its end! The mysterious woman who was seen with singer-songwriter and Grammy Award winner Harry Styles on various occasions in the past week now has a name to the pretty face: YN LN, a praised law student at the prestigious Oxford University. Sources close to her say that she and Harry grew up together but lost contact after the start of One Direction. Years later, they met coincidentally in London and revived their friendship—which obviously developed to more!

Check out the link in our bio for the full article about YN LN!

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harrystylesfan Ooooh, you poor bastards.

hsfan1 He will sue your sorry ass.

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ynandharry She turned her Instagram private the second this shitpost was released.

harrymylove that YN bitch has to keep her hands off my boyfriend.

hsfan2 I feel so sorry for these two

↳ hsfan3 Me too. They don't deserve this.

i_love_YN poor babies 🥺❤️

harryismyman How this could've been me, wow.

↳ hsfan4 No, you bloody idiot.

hsfan5 All these people now screaming "this could've been/is supposed to be me": You need a reality check, fucking hell.

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"No!"

The usually soft voice was filled with rage and hell-deep anger as it broke out of her almost shaking body. Her hands were formed into fists, and her heart ached at the thought of what Oscar had done.

How he had broken her trust.

How he had broken Harry's trust.

It made YN feel sick to her very core, almost unable to look into his crushed face, the same tears brimming his eyes she felt. They soon would break the barrier and escape her eyes, the woman was sure of it.

But not now. Not in front of him.

"You will shut your fucking mouth and listen to me, Attenbourgh," YN practically seethed, heart hammering in her chest, the sounds drowning everything around her. "You talked to these idiots! You spilled every single thing they wrote about me! You told them everything about our relationship! You are the reason why they won't leave me alone and why they keep on printing bullshit after bullshit!" The brunette took a shaky breath while one hand rubbed over her cheeks to eliminate every single trace of potential tear shedding. "I thought you were my friend, Oscar. I really, really thought you were my friend who I could trust with everything. But you broke every tiny piece of trust I have ever held for you."

YN felt so worn out. Exhausted. Ever since the first article had made its presence known on the internet, her phone didn't stop ringing. Everyone wanted to be her friend now. Everyone wanted to have a piece of the fame she never asked for. And then, June had called her and told her what Oscar had done. Now, the only thing she wanted to do was to bury herself in Harry's arms and disappear from this planet entirely.

Maybe they could move to the moon.

"YN, please, you have to listen to me!" A sad laugh escaped her at that, and she put the cup of soothing lavender tea a bit too hard down onto the kitchen counter between them. "Why? Hm? So you can lie right into my face? Is that giving you some sort of sick high? I could fucking sue your sorry little rich kid ass, but I just want you gone." She really didn't want him longer in her life than she could humanly endure.

But Oscar didn't grant her this wish, of course not. Instead, he rounded the small kitchen island YN had used as a distancing method, and suddenly, she felt herself cornered as he stepped closer and closer. "You have to understand me, YNN. My parents, they... they cut me off after I told them I would never break up with Jonathan, and... Fuck, I know I made a mess, but fucking hell, they said they wouldn't publish everything and only the parts about Harry and you, and they paid good, and I needed that money to-..."

YN wasn't sure when she had decided to raise her hand and slap his face. The only thing she knew was that she silenced him immediately, and the palm of her hand started to burn like hell. But she didn't even flinch at the pain.

"Fuck. Off."

Oscar couldn't move an inch before a set of feet stepped into the room, and another voice spoke up. "You heard her, mate. Fuck off," Harry almost growled and waited until the defeated man indeed left the apartment before he hurried himself over to YN and gently grabbed for the hand she still had slightly raised. "Oh, love," he whispered at the sight of the skin turning an angry shade of red. Softly, he coaxed her over to the sink and turned the cold water on, slowly pulling her hand under the stream. "I didn't know I would slap him." Her voice seemed far off, as if she was trapped in her own head, and Harry pulled her into his chest, bent his head, and pressed several kisses all over her forehead. "I'm just as surprised as you, love. But he deserved it, so don't beat yourself up too much about it. My wonderful, badass girl."

At least I made her smile, the singer thought as soon as he caught the twitch of her lips and couldn't help himself. He kissed them softly before turning his attention back to YN's hand. "Feelin' better?" At her nod, he hummed lowly and turned off the water, and dried her hand off but didn't release her out of his arm. But YN wouldn't think about leaving the safest place in the world.

"I'm sorry," she suddenly whispered, and Harry made her look up at him, nudging her face upwards with a finger under her chin. "For what on earth are you apologizing, love?" YN shrugged and swallowed dryly. "For exposing your privacy to the world. For making this mess. If I weren't me, if I were some sort of famous individual, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. But... but I'm just me. A poor law student, a nobody. And they won't stop any time soon to drag every piece of information about us, about you, out in the open because it's quick money for them." Ever since she had seen those pictures—and had read every single article circulating the web—YN had felt awful, even though it wasn't even her fault. But her brain couldn't leave her alone.

"Hey Hey Hey." Harry pulled her back into reality, out of her thoughts, by cupping her face with both hands and leaning their foreheads against each other. YN took a deep breath, inhaled his soothing scent, and listened to his calming voice. "It is not your fault. Never was, never will be. You're not a nobody, you're bloody everything to me. And even if you were a famous individual, to use your words, they would be just as much at your throat as they're now. I'm used to this. I'm used to seeing how every single of my steps and my entire life gets analyzed by people who never knew me and never will know me. But you are not. And I will do everything to keep you as safe as I possibly can, my love. I promise."

And YN knew that he meant every single word as she looked into his mesmerizing eyes and nodded, barely palpable. "Okay," she whispered against his lips and accepted the tender kiss of his soft mouth. "Could we... could we go and see your family? Just... getting out of here, turning off our phones, and ignoring the world until you have to leave for your North America tour leg?" Harry smiled gently at her request and kissed her another time, just because he could. "Of course, love. Anything you want."

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variety We had the honor to speak with singer-songwriter and Grammy Award winner Harry Styles during his short break from his Love On Tour world tour.

"It's fascinating—well, fascinating is the wrong word, but I can't come up with another one. But in a weird way, it's fascinating how people who will never know you personally assume the strangest of things only to enrich themselves through other people's lives. It is one thing to do this with people like me—people in the spotlight because we choose this life freely. But it's a whole other thing to do this to people who never wanted this. And no, the fact of dating a human being standing in the spotlight doesn't change a thing about this. We really need to start treating other people's privacy as something sacred again because that's what it is: a space no outsider is supposed to be let in, not even by brutal force."

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juneli 💯

hsfan1 "This will be the only thing I'll say about my relationship until she tells me a further reaching Okay: YN is the most incredible woman on this planet, and I was never happier in my life. So, yes, I have found my match." Gosh, Harry 🥺❤️

↳ hsfan2 He is basically perfect!

↳ harrystylesfan I'm so in love with how he treats her and how he checks in with her if it's okay to talk publicly about them. That's how you do it. That's healthy communication.

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ynandharry I love seeing him this content and happy :)

i_love_YN i think they will be okay. More than okay 💕

hsfan3 He called the tabloid's bullshit out, and I'm sure he already sues the shit out of them.

↳ hsfan4 He actually said something about that. Well, he hinted at it almost at the end: "You do know that my woman is studying law and probably knows every single way of how to sue someone by heart?"

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↳ hsfan3 I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR 😂❤️

hsfan5 I love Happy!Harry. I love their relationship. It's so good for him 💕

matt_james A trip to the bookshop around the corner is better than therapy.

Her words, not mine 👀

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ynoncloudnine I mean, it's true.

↳ juneli I 100% agree

↳ ynoncloudnine Plus, books are way cheaper than therapy. And not so mentally exhausting 😎

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hazlovesyn And there I thought she would only look at me that way 😦

↳ matt_james Sorry, mate. Guess you got outsourced 🤔

↳ ynoncloudnine Oh, please. You knew I love books... just as much as I love you 😙

↳ hazlovesyn That thinking took a bit too long for my liking 🥲

↳ matt_james Don't worry, Harry. She definitely loves you more. She can't shut up about you 👀

↳ ynoncloudnine Yuuuup 🤭

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ynoncloudnine You will always be the keeper of my heart.

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hazlovesyn ❤️❤️❤️

gemmastyles Too. Freaking. Cute. For. My. Heart

juneli 😭❤️

matt_james I called "soulmates" a long time ago 🥰

annetwist My amazingly strong girl. I could not be more proud of you 💕

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gemmastyles She will eat you alive.

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This got way longer than initially planned, but I started this last summer, and now I couldn't stop (no, I didn't get lazy towards the end, nope, nope, nope lol). I think it's bad, but I still hope y'all liked it <33

Taglist: @onecrazydirectioner @nyctophilic0vitnir @grapejuice-rry @harianaswhore

[amhrosina]

Play Time (Matt Murdock x f!Reader x Frank Castle)

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A/N: Hiii! Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy! A part 2 will definitely be coming soon because this one ends sort of abruptly??? It was already over 3,000 words and I didn’t want to make it too long lol. Not beta read and written in various hospital chairs so bear with me here.

Request: Hiiiii! Can I do a request where it's matt x reader x frank. Matt comes home to his wife is in their shower with Frank (her other partner). Frank didn't know that reader wasn't allowed any play time until Matt got home.

(Part 2)

Summary: Matt tells Reader that she can't have playtime until he gets home, but Frank doesn't know that. When Matt comes home early and finds Frank inbetween Reader's legs, she gets punished by both of them.

(Warnings: hello so much smut literally buckle your seatbelts, dom!frank, dom!!!!matt, brat!reader, spanking, oral (fem receiving), edging, frank is a big ole softie, Matt/Frank call reader 'Kitten')

“Oh my god, Frank.” You groaned, leaning your head back against the shower wall in a hurried motion.

“You like that, baby?” He grunted, pressing his tongue against your core with so much ferocity that you thought you might faint.

“I’m-” You stuttered, gasping as he ran his middle finger down your slick folds. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

He hummed against your core, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. A guttural moan crawled out of your throat and bounced off the walls in a faded echo. He was toying with you, but you didn’t mind. The water was so warm that steam had begun bellowing over the glass door, hugging the reflective surfaces in a soft haze.

You were so close. You could feel the beginnings of what would be an intense orgasm forming in your gut, and you clenched your toes in anticipation.

“You’re taking such good care of me.” You mewled, running your fingers through Frank’s hair.

“You’re god damn right, I am.” He grunted, and you knew you’d won him over. Frank’s favorite thing in the world was when you or Matt ran your fingers through his hair, and you knew exactly when to deploy that tactic. Normally, touching Frank without permission during sex was off limits, but he was being generous tonight, and you were soaking up as much of it as possible. He’d grant you the orgasm this time, and you were ever so thankful for his generosity.

Frank plunged his finger deep inside you as he began to nip and suck at your clit. Your legs began shaking, and your eyes rolled back as your core tightened. You were seconds, milliseconds away from coming all over Frank’s tongue when you heard the front door slam.

Oh shit.

You tensed, turning your head towards the open bathroom door. Frank paused his movement, and the pleasure of your almost-orgasm ebbed away in an anxious haze.

“It’s just Red.” Frank mumbled, watching you intently. Your eyes were wide, shifting between the doorway and the shower head.

“Fuck.” You whispered, sucking your lower lip in between your teeth. Frank’s brow furrowed, and he rose to his full height in front of you. “I’m so totally screwed. He wasn’t supposed to be back for hours.”

“What did you do?” Frank grumbled, taking your jaw in his massive hand and forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t be mad.” You started, worry evident in your expression.

“What. Did. You. Do?”

“I wasn’t supposed to have playtime until Matty got home.” You whispered in a voice that could only be described as horror-stricken.

Frank’s expression morphed from confusion into amusement, and soon he was chuckling, shaking his head at your arrogance. He softened his hold on your jaw and lowered his hand, lightly tugging you toward him by your throat. His lips grazed the curve of your ear as he spoke.

“You’re in for a long night, sweetheart.”

You balked, suddenly terrified to face the wrath of not one, but two dominating lovers. Frank didn’t appreciate being tricked, and Matt had made it abundantly clear that morning that you were not to have any fun until he got home from patrolling. When Frank had trudged through the door an hour ago, it was immediately clear that he had no idea of Matt’s rule, and you’d taken advantage of his ignorance in the worst way possible.

You knew Matt had heard everything. He’d probably homed in on your moans as soon as he was within a two-mile radius of his apartment, hence the door being slammed to announce his arrival. He was home, and he was pissed.

Your gaze drifted to the doorway. Where before there had been an empty space, lit only by the glow of a lamp, now stood the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, broad and menacing in his gear. You suddenly had a firm understanding of the fear many criminals felt when Matt interrupted their nights. Any relatively intelligent person would take one look at him and sprint in the opposite direction, but the pounding in your core amped up at the sight of him, and the smirk on his face wasn’t helping.

Frank reached around you, turning the shower off and grabbing a towel. He slid the door open and stepped out, still chuckling as he dried himself off. The cool air settled on your body, and your nipples hardened in anticipation of your punishment. They wouldn’t be gentle, and you resisted the urge to clench your thighs together at the thought of it.

“Red.” Frank acknowledged Matt with a nod of his head. “Our kitten’s been naughty.”

Matt tilted his head in response, and you got the sudden feeling that you were being scrutinized. Matt hadn’t said a word, and the longer he stayed silent, the more your core pounded between your thighs. Oh, Matty was pissed.

“So it seems.”

Matt’s voice, the Devil’s voice, was so rough that you could’ve sworn you felt it brush against the inside of your thigh as he spoke. Your knees buckled as his voice echoed around the room, and even Frank paused his movements for a moment to look at Matt. Frank couldn’t deny his attraction to Matt when he was like this, so riled up from the night of patrolling, any more than you could deny how incredibly turned on you got when he let the Devil come out to play.

You took a hesitant step out of the shower, reaching for the towel you’d laid out for yourself earlier. Matt clicked his tongue, halting your movement mid-reach. Frank snickered, leaning against the counter and looking Matt up and down. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Frank was buzzing with excitement about this. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. That would just increase the punishment tenfold.

Frank moved across the room, lightly tapping Matt’s jaw with his index finger before tugging the helmet off his head. You watched as they came to an unspoken agreement, and when Frank turned around to smirk at you, your eyes widened with unease. Frank marched out of the room, a light chuckle following him as he made his way out of sight.

It was just you and Matt now, and you wanted nothing more than to smooth the furrow in his brow.

“Matty, I-”

“Did I say you could speak?” He interrupted, clenching his fists.

“No.” You shook your head, sighing as you realized you wouldn’t be able to talk your way out of this one tonight.

“No, what?” He chided.

“No, sir.” You mumbled, clenching your thighs together.

Matt circled you, predator stalking prey, and pulled you backwards, flush against the armor of his abdomen. His hands roamed your torso, barely grazing the underside of your breasts. His teeth skimmed the skin of your neck, and you panted when you felt his desire for you digging into your back.

“What’s our safe word, darling?” He murmured, nipping at the sweet spot beneath your ear.

“Satin.” You panted, pressing yourself further into his hold. His hand trailed between the valley of your breasts, up across your collarbone until it wrapped around your throat. He squeezed lightly, emphasizing his command.

“I want you face down on the bed. You are not, under any circumstances, going to touch yourself. Think you can do that, Kitten?”

“Yes, sir.” You responded, nodding eagerly at the thought of him pounding into you. He released his hold on you, turning as he began removing his armor piece by piece. You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and tried not to drool when his muscles came into view.

“Thirty seconds.” He grunted, unzipping his pants. You snapped into action, hurrying out the door and onto the bed.

Frank was sitting in an armchair across the room, relaxed in a way that only made you more eager to feel him inside of you. His head was leaning against the wall behind him, and his hands were clasped on his stomach. His legs, large and muscular, were stretched out in front of him. He was a poster child for peace, and it made you antsy. You weren’t expecting him to let you off so easy.

He had pulled a pair of sweatpants on, but his upper half remained bare. You didn’t know how you’d gotten so lucky with your partners. Both were incredibly strong, chiseled as if they were sculpted by the Gods, and you couldn’t get enough of simply looking at them, let alone getting to love them.

You crawled up the bed on your hands and knees, settling yourself on the soft comforter. You crossed your ankles and rested your chin on your folded arms, sighing as your body sunk into the mattress. A small smile rested on Frank’s face as he intensely watched you make yourself comfortable, and a sense of unease passed over you.

“Do you think he’ll go easy on me?” You asked, blinking at Frank with doe-like eyes. Any other night, a glance like that one would’ve driven Frank to the point of fucking you sideways, but tonight, he barely acknowledged your question. His grin widened, and you would be lying if you said your pussy wasn’t throbbing to the point of aching. Whatever they had in store for you, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to walk properly in the morning.

“Frank,” you whined, shifting your weight so that the comforter would rub against your core, “I need you.” A spark of pleasure rushed through your body as you continued to rut against the comforter, and you could tell you were already soaking through the material. Frank hazily blinked at you, watching your hips with an intensity that would frighten most people. He loudly sighed, chuckling and shaking his head as he looked directly over your shoulder.

You froze. He had to be looking at-

“What are we going to do with you, Kitten? You can’t follow simple instructions?”

Matt was a looming presence behind you, and you couldn’t resist the urge to talk back, even though you weren’t particularly in a position to do so.

“You told me not to touch myself. I wasn’t touching myself.” You mumbled, small smirk playing on your lips.

It was the wrong thing to say, of course, and the thrill that coursed through your veins when Matt flipped you over and furiously tugged you towards him was almost enough to make you come.

“You are such a brat.” He muttered, clutching your throat in his hand. He tugged on the ends of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Is this what you want? To be punished by us?”

Your eyes flicked over towards Frank, who was now leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. His gaze had morphed from hazy to pure lust, and the primal urge to jump into his arms and let him fuck you into next week was a keen reminder of the pounding in your core.

You shifted your weight, leaning forward so that your position mimicked one of a begging lover.

“Yes, please, sir. I deserve it.”

Matt wasn’t a monster. If you wanted to be punished, he would indulge you for as long as you could take it. He tilted his head towards Frank, who was already reaching for the belt he had discarded earlier in the evening. His fingers lightly grazed your cheekbones, and he couldn’t help but run his thumb along your lower lip. You parted your lips slightly, allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth.

“You gonna take it like a good girl?” Matt asked, barely managing to conceal his groan when you started sucking on his finger.

“Don’t get distracted, Red. She’s a god damned seductress.”

Frank’s voice carried across the room, and you glared daggers at him when Matt suddenly pulled his hand away from your mouth. You had almost managed to make Matt forget why he was angry, and if Frank wasn’t so ticked off that you’d tricked him, he might’ve let you get away with it.

“You know what to do, Kitten.” Matt muttered.

You jumped from your spot on the bed, hurrying toward Frank, who had opened his arm in welcome. You crawled into Frank’s lap, leaning your upper body across the arm of the chair. Your ass and legs were seductively draped across Frank’s lap, and it didn’t take long for Frank to swing his hand down, smacking the back of your thigh with a loud clap.

You yelped, whining as pleasure snaked up your body. The jingle of the belt buckle in Matt’s hands had your toes curling in anticipation.

The first slap of the belt against your skin was light, almost like a test swing. You bucked against Frank, panting. The second one stung, and you couldn’t help the loud moan you let out in response. The third had heat curling in your core so tightly that you thought you may burst.

A pressure along your thighs had you whining, and before you could comprehend what or who was playing with you, the slap of the belt on your ass combined with the plunging of Frank’s fingers deep inside of you had you gasping for air.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” Frank grunted, teasing you with long, slow strokes of his finger. “Feel how wet our kitten is, Red.”

Frank pulled his hand away from your entrance, running his fingers along the back of your thigh. Matt lightly grazed your ass with his hand, careful not to irritate the raised welts that the belt had produced. He teased your entrance, sucking in a harsh breath when he felt just how slick your cunt was.

“Fuck, Kitten. It’s almost like you wanted this to happen.”

You turned your head, eyes wide as Frank and Matt realized how terribly they’d fallen for your little game. Of course, you had wanted this to happen. When Matt had warned you not to play until he got home, you had accepted it as a dare to get caught.

“Temptress.” Frank muttered.

Matt didn’t say anything. Instead, he plunged two fingers into you and pumped them in and out so rapidly that you could barely breathe. You gasped, letting out a strangled moan as he fucked you with his fingers. Your arms flailed, grabbing at anything you could hold on to, which ended up being Frank’s shoulder.

“Take it, sweetheart.” Frank murmured, holding your legs down as you moaned in pleasure. Your core had been so tightly wound after the hours of temptation that it didn’t take long for the familiar feeling of heat to spark. You squeezed your eyes shut, panting with anticipation. You were so close, so close, and then Matt’s hand was gone, and you let out the most pathetic whine you’d ever managed.

“Matty.” You sobbed, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Matt circled your limp body, still draped across Frank’s lap, and crouched in front of you. The few tears that had escaped at your delayed orgasm were wiped away as Matt caressed your face.

“What’s the matter, Kitten?” He cooed, clicking his tongue in response to your garbled whine.

“Please.” You mumbled, glancing up at him.

“Do you think she deserves to come?” Matt asked, turning his attention to Frank. “Or should we keep edging her?”

“You know how I feel about giving her what she wants.” Frank mumbled, and you couldn’t help the smirk that encompassed your face. Frank could be as brutal and dominating as Matt, but he was always the first one to crack when you started begging. He would always give you what you wanted.

“Lay on the bed, Kitten. We’re going to take good care of you.” Matt pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, and you sighed in contentment when he pushed your hair out of your face.

You pushed yourself out of Frank’s lap and made your way back to the bed on wobbly legs. You flopped down on your back, glancing towards Matt and Frank as they exchanged low whispers. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Matt’s hand had begun caressing Frank’s abdomen in smooth strokes, circling lower until he reached the waistline of his sweatpants.

Frank nodded, agreeing with whatever Matt had suggested, and flopped down on the bed next to you. As soon as he began touching you, the fire that had been stomped out moments before slowly rekindled. You trembled with desire as his hand swept over your collarbone and lightly wrapped around your throat. He tilted your head toward him and finally brought his lips to yours in a lustful kiss.

You moaned into Frank’s mouth, which fueled his passion even more. He wrapped his hand around your jaw, effectively gaining control of your head movement, and shoved his tongue against yours. You vaguely wondered where Matt had disappeared to, but you didn’t wonder for long. A slow, sensual lick between your folds told you exactly where he’d situated himself, and you couldn’t help but whine.

Something you’d learned early on with Matt was how incredibly talented he was at everything he tried. Eating pussy was no different. Matthew Murdock ate pussy like it was his last meal on Earth, and you’d grown extremely fond of this attribute.

Your legs began to shake as Matt assaulted your cunt with his mouth. He licked, sucked, and spit with a ferocity only he could accomplish, and soon you were panting and whining so much that Frank lowered his attention to your breasts.

As soon as Frank’s lips wrapped around your nipple, you were a goner. You arched into both men’s mouths as a white flash of heat overtook your body. A loud moan escaped your throat, one that Matt matched as he continued to lick your cunt, which sent you into an oversensitive haze. Your heart thundered against your ribs, and it felt like an eternity before you could breathe again.

When you finally opened your eyes, desire once again buried itself deep in your core. The lower half of Matt’s face was slick with your arousal, and Frank was eyeing you with a lustful gaze. Both were rock hard, and you suddenly felt like you might die if you didn’t have them inside of you soon.

“I want-” you panted, losing the second half of your sentence. Frank leaned his cheek into your hand while Matt ran his hands up and down your thighs in a soothing motion.

“What do you want, Kitten?” Frank cooed, kissing your palm.

“I want you. Both of you.”

Frank smirked, cupping your cunt with his massive hand. You jumped with oversensitivity but spread your legs wider anyway. “All you had to do was ask, Kitten.”

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