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whimsicalpolitical · 2 months ago

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Precious time-Longdistance!Matty

you’ve arrived late at Matty’s last night, he’s giving you the best morning

cw: 18+mdni, oral (f receiving), fingering, matty cumming in pants, couch humping

You groan when you hear the shriek of a window being opened and shortly after, the brightness being led into the room.

Like usually the weather in London is shit- you don’t complain though since it’s your favorite weatherly condition.

The cold, rainy atmosphere is the cause of the wind hitting your face, which is giving you goosebumps all over your body.

You huff loudly which makes Matty grin.

The next thing you feel are his lips brushing gently across your face- your forehead, your cheeks, your nose.

It’s annoyingly sweet, and you try to stifle a grin, burying yourself further under the covers to hide from the light and his sudden burst of energy. But he just chuckles, tugging the blanket down a bit so he can see your face.

“Sorry, it’s absolutely boiling in here, needed to let in some air,” he whispers, “know you’re awake though.”

“hm,” you hum, “not awake.”

You feel the bed sink a bit as matty sits down next to you, brushing your messy hair out of your face.

“Brought us coffee,” he smiles, “the one you like, you know? What is it, ehm, the one with pumpkin.”

You crack one eye open to find him admiring you. You lean into his hand more, pressing one single kiss into the skin.

“How long have you been up?”

“Since, like, six,” he says, shrugging like it’s the most normal thing in the world, “thought I’d take Allen out for a walk and then grab us something for breakfast.”

He holds up the two takeaway cups and one bag from a bakery, and the whole situation makes your heart warm.

You can’t help but smile, “you’re the best.”

“Oh, this,” he raises his eyebrows playfully, “this is nothing, think you just forgot what else I can do.” He wriggles his eyebrows and in reaction you hit his shoulders.

“Funny,” you mock, “I’ll be ready for breakfast in a few minutes, just need to brush my teeth.”

Matty hums and kisses your temple, “alright.”

When he stands up to cross the room you have a full view of him. He’s wearing a red hat that not only matches his converse but also his jacket and you think it’s the cutest thing ever.

“Aww,” you smile, “you look cute.”

“Do I?” Matty lifts his hat for a second, shaking his locks before putting it on again, “thought my hair’s just shit today.”

“It’s not,” you try to convince him, finally putting a foot out of bed, “you always look good.”

Matty rolls his eyes at your cuteness, “alright, stop with the flattering and get your arse out of bed so we can eat.”

“Fine,” you groan, getting out of bed completely, stretching your arms first.

Inside the bathroom the cool water splashes against your face, waking you up as you brush your teeth, feeling a mix of excitement and exhaustion from last night’s travel. A smile creeps onto your face as you think about that you finally have two full weeks with Matty again.

You missed him so much, all those texts and FaceTimes nothing to the real life experience.

Once you’re ready, you walk down the short hallway toward the dining room area. Matty’s already there, sitting at the table with a warm cup of coffee in hand, and Allen, his dog, sprawled happily at his feet. He’s scratching Allen’s ears absentmindedly, and Allen looks like he's in absolute heaven.

“There she is,” Matty says, looking up.

You didn’t have a proper greeting with Allen since you arrived so lately and just wanted to sleep and snuggle with matty.

“Oi, go easy on her,” he warns before allen is already running towards you, jumping up your leg waiting for you to scratch his ears like you always do.

“Hi,” you giggle, “I missed you too, Allen, so much,” you speak in the voice you use to talk to dogs- or babies.

“Come on, let’s eat together.”

You losen his grip on you and walk towards the table.

Before you look at the scene Matty has decorated, you lean your head down to his.

“Morning,” you grin, brushing your lips over his the first time today.

The kiss feels soft, just like his hand that comes to your cheek to brush his thumb against your cheekbone.

Matty hums when you pull back, “morning, gorgeous, finally arrived in this universe?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, sitting down.

The table is decorated with tables, food and your coffee but also autumn themed candles and scary coasters.

You admire them because you know he’s just done that for you. If it isn’t for plants or basic music posters Matty doesn’t have anything special in his house.

“Thank you, Matty,” you smile, “so much.”

Matty shrugs it off and smiles, “course, darling. You know- being here without you is a bit lonely so I thought I’d change the style to something that reminds me of you.”

You jut out your bottom lip but before a word escapes your mouth he interrupts you.

“No need to get all soppy now though, you’re here, right?”

“I am.”

You smile at each other like love sick idiots and just enjoy the cozy morning together, having breakfast, enjoying each others company.

After a few bites, you shift comfortably in your chair and lift your legs, resting them over Matty’s lap. He glances down with a soft smile and rests a hand on your thigh, his thumb moving in small circles. The warmth of his hand is comforting, grounding, and he lets out a relaxed sigh as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“So, George is throwing a party in three days, I think” he says, his tone casual but his gaze on you, gauging your reaction. “I’d love to take you, but… if you’d rather just keep things low-key, I get it. Don’t want you feeling pressured.”

“Are you joking? I’d love to go,” you say, squeezing his knee. “Hanging with your friends sounds amazing. A bit of normality sounds… good.”

“Alright, then. It’ll be good to show you off a little,” he teases, taking another sip of his coffee with that familiar smirk.

You roll your eyes at him playfully before taking another bite of your croissant.

“Is it like a theme party?“ you ask.

“I’ve got no clue, love,” matty admits, “I can ask him later since he’s asked to have a chat anyway.”

“Perfect.”

You both finish up breakfast, savoring the last sips of coffee before Matty starts gathering the plates. You stand to help him, and as you reach for the dishes, he reaches over and lightly brushes his thumb along your cheek and then your bottom lip. His touch is soft, but focused, as he wipes away a few crumbs with a half-smile.

“The sweetest,” he grins, his voice warm with affection. You roll your eyes, nudging him, but you can’t help the grin that tugs at your lips.

“Mhm,” you respond.

The two of you move to the sink, and as you start rinsing, Matty lingers just behind you. You feel his presence before his arms find their way around your waist, pulling you back into him. He lets out a sigh, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches you rinse the last plate, his hold on you tightening just a bit.

Without a word, he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss just under your ear. You pause, heartbeat quickening, as he trails slow kisses down your neck, lips brushing your skin in a way that makes it hard to focus on anything else.

You lean into him, tilting your head to give him more access, and he takes his time, placing a few lingering kisses along your neck before grazing his teeth gently against your skin. The slight pressure sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help the soft sound that escapes your lips.

“Missed you so much,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, lips grazing the sensitive skin by your collarbone. “You have no idea.”

“Oh, I’ve got one,” you murmur back, feeling him pressing into your back.

His lips curve into a small, knowing smile. “Yeah?” he murmurs, shifting so that his arms are wrapped even tighter around you.

“Missed your gorgeous little sounds.”

You feel his thumb tracing slow circles against your hip as he continues to hold you, his eyes soft but intense. It’s quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the world outside, but in his embrace, everything feels still and perfect.

After a moment, he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, whispering, “I think I’ll have my favorite breakfast now.”

You frown, not knowing what he means at first but then it hits you but he gives you no time and swirls you around, hooks his hands under your thighs and lifts you up.

You shriek but it’s only a short minute before you feel the material of the couch under you.

“Gonna let me have it?” He asks, his face back in your neck, licking and biting at your skin, “let me taste you, s’been too long.”

Matty’s breath is hot against your skin as his lips move along the curve of your neck, each kiss searing into you, grounding you in this moment, in him.

"Darling," he whispers against your skin, his voice thick with need. "Can I?”

“Fuck-yes.”

He moves back for a second pulling one of his band shirts over your hat, looking at your chest in awe.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he groans, wasting no second to latch onto your breast, squeezing the other in his hand. “Love these.”

You giggle but it’s quickly removed with a sigh when his mouth trails further again.

You can feel the heat between you building, your heart pounding as his lips move lower, kissing along your collarbone, your chest. You are lost in the sensation, the way his hands move over you, the way his breath ghost over your skin.

Matty’s kisses become more urgent, more fervent, as he slowly kneels before you, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pyjamas.

"Can’t waste another second," he says, his hands steady as he begins to ease your pants down, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that sends sparks through you. "Want to show you how much I missed you, dreamed of you every day.”

“Did you?” You ask breathless.

“Fuckin- of course, love. Have you seen yourself? The air between you seems to crackle with electricity as he pulls your pants away, his eyes dark with want as he drinks in the sight of you.

“Look at you, for fucks sake, you’re a dream.”

"You're everything" he murmurs, his lips finding yours in a deep, lingering kiss before trailing down your neck. "Christ.”

His mouth moves lower, his lips, his tongue, trailing over your stomach, your hips, until he is kneeling before you again, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady as he presses his lips to the inside of your thigh.

The sensation of his breath against your skin makes your head spin, the anticipation building as his kisses grow slower, more deliberate, inching closer and closer to the center of your need. Every kiss, every touch feels like a promise—a promise that you will never be apart again.

“And so ready for me already,” he smirks, “you want this s’much as I do.”

Matty’s lips tremble against your skin as he kisses down your stomach, rough and hungry, his hands gripping your hips tightly as though he is afraid to let go.

“I do.”

His eyes flick up to meet yours, dark with desire, and his breath comes out hot against your bare thighs as he spreads you open for him, his tongue flicking out to tease the edges of your soaked entrance.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he growls, “you have no idea how many times I've thought about it-about you. The last time I could eat you out was way too long ago.”

You gasp as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue flat and wide as he drags it through your folds, groaning like he is savoring every drop.

His lips latch onto your clit, sucking hard, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through your body. Your fingers tangle in his hair, his hat lost somewhere on the floor, gripping tightly as your legs tremble, and he groans again, the vibration making you whimper.

"God, you're perfect," Matty mumbles against you, his voice muffled as he licks you with long, languid strokes. "This cunt is all mine, yeah? You feel and hear that? S’perfect.”

He sucks noisily, deliberately making sure every stroke of his tongue is loud, wet, and filthy. You can hear the lewd slurping sounds as he devours you, his mouth greedy and desperate as if he'd been starving.

Your breath comes out in ragged gasps, your whole body burning under his relentless attention.

"Fuck, Matty- missed you so much" you whisper, your voice shaky as your head falls back against the wall. "Matty-“

"I know, don’t want to be so far away from you as well, it’s shit, can’t do this all the time.”

His tongue plunges into you, fucking you with wet, deep strokes, his nose brushing against your swollen clit as he grunts against you. "Hmm, so sweet, love.”

You can’t help but whimper, your hips bucking against his face as he groans, his tongue thrusting deeper, his lips and chin coated with your arousal. He pulls back for just a second, his breath heavy, his eyes wild as he looks up at you.

"Could do this for a lifetime," he murmurs, as he grips your thighs tighter, pulling you even closer. "Right here, fuckin’ enjoying your cunt.”

With that, he dives back in, his tongue swirling over your clit as he sucks you harder, his mouth relentless. You moan louder, your fingers tugging at his hair as your body arches off the couch, pleasure crashing through you with every filthy stroke of his tongue.

He groans again, louder this time. Like he’s getting pleasure out of it, so you open your eyes and look at him.

His hips are writhing, legs flat against the couch as they bend and climb at the edge.

He mutters a voiceless fuck, and sucks your clit again. He lifts your hips off the couch with his palms under your ass and his elbows dig into the couch.

The periodic groans only grow closer together, until they might as well be in sync with your heartbeat.

He whines something short and subtle, stopping his assault on your pussy as he rests his forehead and cheek against your inner thigh and focuses on his own pleasure. He’s grinding against the couch, absolutely needy.

"Fuck- matty.”

"Mm sorry." He licks you shakily, briefly, as if to prove you he didn’t forget you.

His sweat is beading and glistening under the soft, warm light filtering through the curtains. Face twisted in pleasure, hair falling over his forehead, nostrils flaring.

Matty is overwhelmingly beautiful.

He continues to prop up your hips until suddenly he's not, your lower half falling the short distance as you yelp in surprise. He mumbles a m’sorry as he bucks into the couch.

You almost start to complain, but then he's hooking two fingers into your wet cunt and curling them languidly. He's panting, nose nudging your clit deliciously as his warm breath fans over you.

You reward him with a moan. A sharper thrust of his hips. A sloppy lick around his fingers still inside you.

"The couch that good?” you tease, although you're in no position to because you're just as fucked out as he is.

"Not the couch, you.”

He’s back with his focus completely on you. You’re drenched now, the little scene of him turned you on so bad.

He’s sucking your clit hard, his lips tight around the sensitive bud, and sliding his tongue deep inside you, fucking your pussy with slow, torturous strokes.

Each time you gasp, your body trembling as the pleasure builds higher and higher.

"Yeah, that's it," he murmurs between licks, his voice raw. "Let me hear you, c’mon, love, you have to let me hear you.”

Your moans grow louder, filling the living room as Matty’s tongue works you harder, faster, his groans matching your own as he loses himself.

His hands slide up your body, gripping your breasts softly as he continues to feast on you, the pleasure so intense it is overwhelming.

"Matty, fuck, I'm gonna-" you gasp, your thighs trembling as you teeter on the edge of release.

"Perfect, let me have it, darling," he groans, his voice hoarse as his tongue flicks over your clit again, harder, faster, relentless. "Come for me.”

With a final, devastating suck on your clit, you shatter. Pleasure slamming into you, your entire body shaking as you scream his name, your nails digging into his scalp as he holds you in place, his mouth still working you through the waves of your orgasm.

Matty doesn’t stop-he keeps licking, keeps sucking, devouring every drop as your body convulses, the intensity of it making your legs shake.

He moans against you, his tongue softening slightly but still teasing your swollen clit as you come down, his grip on your hips loosening just enough to let you catch your breath.

When he finally pulls back, his face is slick with your arousal, his eyes dark with lust as he looks up at you, his chest heaving.

"Like I said, my favorite taste," he says, his voice thick with satisfaction as he stands before laying down on top of you, throwing a blanket over the both of you.

You can taste yourself on his lips, and you hum before sliding your hand down your bodies.

Matty catches you halfway though, shaking his head, “s’already taken care off.”

You pout, “really?”

“Yeah,” he shakily laughs, “was too good, you were too good, sorry. Just give me ten minutes? Maybe thirty.” He jokes.

You laugh and pull him completely against you, kissing his cheeks as many times as you can before speaking again.

“You’re the sweetest, Matty.”

Your hands find their way to the scrape of his neck, brushing and tugging at his curls there as soft as possible.

“Nonsense,” he hums, “no one’s as sweet as you, love.”

“Hm,” you smile to yourself, enjoying the warmth of his body on top of you.

After a couple of minutes resting, he’s the first to move, gathering your panties from the floor.

“Here, should probably put something on,” he chuckles, “and change your Pyjamas for some real pants before we met my mum for a chat.”

“Oh fuck,” you hastily sit up, tapping your phone before looking at the time, “thank god, thought we’d be so late.”

Matty shakes his head and stands up, “don’t worry, we’ve got some time, you can chill.”

He leans down to kiss your lips, then your cheek and then your forehead.

“I’ll probably change as well and then give G a call, ask about the party.”

“Perfect,” you smile.

He hands you the rest of your clothes and slides his phone into the back of his jeans pocket.

“Matty?” You call out before he’s almost out of the living room.

“Yes, my darling?”

He sticks his head out of the corner and watches you fold the blanket.

“I’m more than happy to be with you again.”

He closes his eyes longer than a blink and gives you a warm smile.

“Yeah, me too.”

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ncisfranchise-source · 6 months ago

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With cameras soon to roll on their buzzy NCIS spin-off, Michael Weatherly and Cote de Pablo have gotten into the weeds on NCIS: Tony & Ziva. The pair were part of a large NCIS contingent here at the Monte Carlo TV Festival to celebrate the juggernaut franchise hitting the 1,000-episode mark. It included the mothership series’ Brian Dietzen and Wilmer Valderrama who also talked about the expansion of what posters up for the Festival are referring to as the ‘NCISverse’.

What is known so far about the NCIS: Tony & Ziva spin-off is that it will follow Tony (Weatherly) and Ziva (de Pablo) and their daughter Tali, in Europe, and that they are forced to go on the run while trying to work out who is after them.

Weatherly and de Pablo were careful not to give away plot points, but did talk about how and why the series came about. “We wanted to take these two characters away from the Agency and put them in a world, and the world that was attractive to us was international,” de Pablo said.

She added that wherever her and Weatherly went they were being bombarded with the same fan questions: “It was always like, ‘whatever happened to Tony and Ziva, do you think they’ll ever get back together, where are they?’ And all of a sudden, we had the opportunity to put it together into a show.

“We’re trying to address all of these questions, and the idea of trust, and how they move forward… they’re trying to make things work while also parenting and having a lot of challenges thrown at them.”

Weatherly said the show should really be called Tony, Ziva & Tali because the couple’s daughter will play such an important role, shaping the story and introducing “a new element of trouble.”

“Every choice that Tony and Ziva have to make in their adventure, their child is first and foremost in the front of their mind,” Weatherly said. “When we were on the NCIS the mothership, we didn’t have children.

“When you have a child, you have to navigate what is best for them. And then maybe you have a co-parent that you have a tumultuous relationship with… and oh, wait, we also have to save the world.”

In the core NCIS show, Weatherly’s character had left after Ziva’s presumed death to look after their daughter. When Ziva was discovered alive, the pair were ultimately reunited in Paris. Weatherly said the first choice was to shoot in Paris, but that was derailed by the Summer Olympics in the city: “Budapest will stand in for parts of Europe and the cameras will move some very exciting other places.”

Weatherly and de Pablo are exec producers – as is series writer and showrunner John McNamara. Filming is set to begin in four weeks. The lead actors both talked about the fact their show switches up the tried and tested NCIS format with a showrunner who has not worked on another series in the franchise: “It’s not an evergreen, procedural, it’s not structured the same way,” Weatherly said.

He admitted the change had the team asking themselves some serious questions: “Will the audience show up for that? Are we shooting out of our weight-class here with a different kind of story? John [McNamara] is not from the NCIS universe, so we’re introducing a new voice. I think those things that might a few years ago have been to our detriment became assets when people started really understanding streaming.”

Brian Dietzen and Wilmer Valderrama Want In

Could other NCIS stars make an appearance in Tony and Ziva’s spinoff? Dietzen, who plays Dr. Jimmy Palmer on the mothership, is game. In a lighthearted moment during a press event, he was asked about the spin-off: “I’m so happy for Michael and Cote and think John McNamara is going to do a fantastic job for them,” he said. “It sounds very atypical for NCIS as far as the storytelling because it won’t be a case-of-the week type of show. That said, if they say: ‘Hey we need Jimmy Palmer on a plasma screen’ at any point, I’d say hell yes, that’d be fun, I’d do that in a heartbeat.”

Fellow NCIS-er Valderrama said he would also like to some European action for his character in the mothership series.

“I’ve explored so much, I have got to do a lot of good things… but I’d like to maybe have my character be undercover somewhere in Europe, to leave Washington DC and have my character embedded in Italy, France or London,” he said.

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