#thus-spoke-lo

[gojo-mochi]

Softyyy! I hope you’re having a good holiday! ⭐️ May I have a little mistletoe smooch from Doffy?

LOOOO ~~ Sorry it wasnt so little... doffy took over my keyboard at the end ifk aksdjfsdf

Doflamingo wasn’t one for holiday cheer personally, but that didn’t stop him from pretending to be all holly jolly in front of the people of Dressrosa. Dressing up in a somewhat skimpy Santa outfit, which consists of the usual red pants with white trimming and Santa hat, But instead of his usual pink-feathered coat, it was now replaced by a long red coat with fluffy white trimmings. Still shirtless as ever, he addresses his citizens, announcing the start of the holiday. Confetti exploded all around the island; the toys carried out presents that Doflamingo said he personally brought, but in truth, it was the toys and missing people underneath the island that made them. But as long as the citizens were dumb and happy, it was fine.

Although he didn’t really care for this holiday, keeping up appearances was important for Doflamingo, so he was extremely busy today, leaving you all to your lonesome. As you should be used to, being the lover of someone like Doflamingo comes with its perks and its drawbacks. One of the drawbacks is sharing your lover with everyone else, in the sense of them taking all of his time. So here you stood, right behind Doflamingo, as he strutted around in his silly little outfit, speaking with other members of the family, pirates, government officials, and too many others to count.

You eventually got bored of waiting around and wandered off on your own for a while, enjoying the many decorations that were set up in the castle. Looking down at the city, where Christmas lights twinkle and people dance merrily on the street, It gives you a sense of melancholy; a small part of you wishes that you were free to do that with your lover as well. You brush off that feeling and shake your head. You know what kind of man Doflamingo was, and you love him all the same. Time passed a lot faster than you noticed, then you felt a tapping on your shoulder and turned around to find a servant. She greets you with a shaky smile and tells you that Doflamingo is asking you to appear in his bedroom.

You thanked the servant, and she scurried off in a hurry. You tried to hurry to the bedroom as well, knowing your lover was sort of an impatient man. You arrive at the grand set of doors a few moments later, knocking on the door and hearing a gruff “Come in.” You push open the doors to find your lover lying on the bed, still in that Santa outfit, but the robe is tied together now, covering his chest. Wrapped with a pretty big red bow on his stomach, Doffy smirks, waggling a finger at you in a ‘come hither’ motion. He was propped on a small mountain of pillows behind him, laying on his back with his arms now behind his head as he watched you stalk forward without a word being said between the two of you.

You climb up on the bed, kneeling in front of Doffy, looking for another sign of what to do next. Doffy takes the awkwardness and makes sure to stretch it uncomfortably thin, the asshole. “Why are you just staring? Are you not going to unwrap your present?” He droons out, a frown on his lips, though you can tell it was fake by the way it was twitching at the end. You roll your eyes at your lover’s antics, shuffling over and going right on top of the blonde, straddling his lap. Your hands wander around his chest, groping around a bit in the way you know he likes it. Slowly take your time to unwrap the bow around his middle, letting it slip from his torso along with the robe. Revealing his nice-toned chest to you and a small surprise as his body is covered in ribbons as well, almost like bondage.

Your finger traces the outline of the ribbons on his body, brushing across all the sensitive areas, causing Doffy to groan and bring his arms from behind his head and on to you. A hand envelopes itself around your throat, squeezing in a possessive manner. Forcing you to look up directly at him, his breath washed over you as he cooed at your face. “Before I forget, I had another small present in store for you.” He pulls something out of his pocket, still holding your throat in his other hand. He pulls out a mistletoe and places it above your head. “Now for my present~” He ends the sentence by crashing his lips on yours, hot and passionate, leaving no room or space in between your bodies.

Rolling you over on your back and pressing right on you, his lips never left you once. Not until you were yanking on his hair, gasping for air, once he finally let you go. You find yourself face-to-face with Doffy, who wears a wicked grin on his face.

“The holidays aren’t over; I still haven’t unwrapped my present yet~”

[quinloki]

Hi Quin ^-^ if you’re still taking the one-word requests, how about “sharp”?

Doflamingo is his own content warning.

And this is sharp, so I'm putting it under a cut. Head the tags below.

CRACK!

You screamed at the pain the tore across your back, body pulling against the leather straps keeping you upright. Your body curled at the sensation, but the shivering moan that followed, the flood of pleasure that chased at the heels of that pain, that's what you were after.

It was why he did this to you. His sweet little -.

Your own sweat stung the welts on your back, and that was usually when he was done, or close to it. You both wore out at a similar speed and that's why it worked, again and again.

One more, across the meat of your ass. You don't scream, body taut from the lick across your rear. The euphoric sound that follows, you'd nearly finished from that, and it was the first time that lash had moved off your back.

There he was a moment later. Chest against your back, hand in your hair and holding you steady as the grip of the lash sank into your dripping cunt. He held you harshly as he worked that rough toy in you with a skill that was cruel and effective.

Your orgasm was like a cut, sharp and deep. Just like the bite of the whip you called a crop. Sharp like the lines of blood on your back that weren't ever just welts. Sharp like the tips of his teeth as he tasted blood, biting into your shoulder as you cry your thanks.

Such was your love. Sharp like a blade he sunk into your heart, stitching the wounds closed with his own strings, soothing the sting with kind words. Caring for you so you could handle his devotion.

His sweet little whipping toy.

Challenge me

[standfucker]

Can we talk about X-Drake for a sec (i was reminded by your fic reblog)? Because it's not normally my thing but there's something about him that makes me want to bully him mercilessly. Fluster the hell out of him while he's deep into planning for some mission, flirt with him until he's stuttering and stammering while he's on an important phone call. Idk idk. He's just got that cool, composed exterior and reputation for ruthlessness that just makes me want to turn him into a total mess.

Learning that he has a weakness to women's bodies in the Wano arc made me SO happy, good lord. I bet it's easy as hell to fluster him, too. Marine life doesn't have a lot of room for dalliances, and once he was undercover I just doubt he really indulged in anything like that, so it just makes tormenting him so easy.

I don't know what's better, turning him into a whiny, breathless, begging mess, or provoking that animalistic zoan side into coming out. (Both. Both is good.)

By the way, I know you're into noncon like I am, have you read "A Primal Need For A Marine" by anubislover on AO3? I re-read it fairly frequently, even if it doesn't match my headcanon for him 100%, it's very hot imo.

[bastardblvd]

🦠 let’s goooo

OH NO! lo, it seems like you've encountered something evil in the forest because your slimeball and trope are... 😭

i'm wishing the two of you can make it out of grimetown national park (where people get eaten by bears) alive </3

[ofallthingsnasty]

Happy birthday! 🎉

Thank you 😇💕💕

[captaintrio]

29 + 48, if you please!

Heya Lo! It'd be my genuine pleasure, thank you! :"D

29. Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

It really kinda depends on the day, and how big of a decision it is. I love going on basically spontaneous adventures and having fun and letting a day evolve, but if it's anything that requires any sort of planning I get stuck in my head about it so easily. The more likely something is to impact someone else with any sort of seriousness, the more likely I am to need like 7-10 business days to get my head around it unfortunately.

48. Who’s someone you can trust with your life?

I'm very fortunate to have a number of people like this in my life. My best friend Aya, my buddy Aub, despite how weird our relationship is sometimes I know my Mom would come through for me if I needed her. Got a good little group around me, even if they live far away. (adult life seems to mostly just be "I love these people, I trust em with my life. This one lives 10 hours away and this one lives 13 hours away." lmfao)

Feel free to ask something too, if you'd like!

[mandiemegatron]

Happy bday, Mandie!! Hope it’s a great one! 🥳

😭😭😭 omg hi Lo!! Thank you so so much, that means everything to me, idk if I ever told you but you were the actually the reason I wanted to write Doflamingo and the reason I took that leap to just try 😭😭 and I just wanted to thank you for being such a solid mutual and friend, like you are truly such a delight !!! 😭😭😭💖💖💖 thank you for everything you do, and I hope your day is an absolutely fabulous one !!

[yourtamaki]

hiii! just swinging by to tell you that your zoro fic is...exquisite, one of the best fics i've ever read. you have such a handle on his character, it felt like i was reading an analysis along with incredible smut in the very best way. i wish i had more eloquent words to explain, but it's one i will definitely be coming back to again and again, it's so well-crafted. thank you for sharing it!

thank you oml you’re way too kind :(( that means so so much to me and i’m glad you liked it

[swampstew]

🐰 cuz I was a lil bit intimated by you at first but now I know you’re a sweetheart :3

Sweetums🤩 I like how we bounce kindness and love back and forth like bubble beams

How intimidating do you find me?😜

[rossithepixie]

🌟 and 💚 for any of your selfships!

Gonna answer for my selfship with Gojo because i’m horribly predictable and have a severe case of Gojo brain gremlins

🌟who’s the tease in the relationship

Oh Satoru def 100% i like to tease on occasion but he’s the king of it. Sometimes i think he might even do it without thinking.

💚 who gets jealous

I hate to say it but i’m probably the one who gets more jealous in the traditional way. Definitely stems from insecurities that i have but are working on. I imagine he doesn’t give me much reason to actually get jealous though

(I imagine if there was jealousy with anyone i would have been a bit jealous of Suguru during our younger years but i also imagine a polycule situation sooooo)

[quinloki]

Quin, that Doffy Host Club piece you wrote from my request is still just rotating in my head over and over like a rotisserie chicken. (Or a rotisserie flamingo, I guess? XD) Your AU pieces have all been so fun to read, thanks for inviting us all to the club! <3

\o/ Thank you =D

There won't be any updates today, I didn't hold anything back from last night, and ended up with plans this evening, but that might give some folks a chance to get all caught up ^_^;

I'm glad everyone's enjoying this "tour" of the club, and I'm stoked to get started on the series properly ^_^

[bastardblvd]

🥊 i'm ready to get kick some slimeball ass

lo, you're fighting grimetown's only handyman (that actually fixes things, at least) izuku midoriya!

[ofallthingsnasty]

Therapist Doffy has lived rent-free in my head for some time now. Poor little reader pulling up to a house on the outskirts of the city that you couldn’t even dream of affording in three lifetimes, but he said over the phone that he’d gladly work with you on the cost, and can offer a sliding fee scale.

He’s the only therapist with open appointments less than six months away, so you eagerly accept, though the tone in his voice and the way he laughs low and dark on the other end of the line suggests that your fees aren’t subsidized by his wealthier clients, and he’ll expect some sort of payment from you one at or another. 😌 And he barely even has to lift a finger to get you dependent on him, convincing you that he’s the only one you can trust, the only one that matters, the only one who can fix whatever’s broken in your silly little brain, even as he unravels you more and more every session.

＿ﾉ乙(､ﾝ､)_ Ah... That's it I'm dead for good now...

Oh my god, that thought is just so dark and desperate and makes me want to crawl up a wall. It just hits so close to home, you know? Many of us would take whatever appointment gets thrown our way - just please, please, anything, just a little relief or at least the illusion of hope. And to stumble right into the arms of someone who has the very opposite of our best interest in mind, who'll actually make us suffer more than we did before, who'll turn us so utterly dependent on them we won't even be able to see those tricks and mind games for what they are - oh god.

[thus-spoke-lo]

Also, I realize lately all I do is come on here and reblog a bunch of horny posts and/or write something sort of melancholy and then dip and for that I apologize.

[onepiecepositivityproject]

@thus-spoke-lo You are such a great writer, and quite possibly the person responsible for getting me into x reader fanfic. I love how you handle darker topics, and while some things aren't my jam, I always know it's going to be a great fic either way. Even fandoms I am not a part of. You've made me more comfortable with self shipping and being a little wild about it. Your posts are always so relatable, and you're so kind and friendly to those who deserve it. I hope things go smoothly with your work, and you get to do more of the things you like soon.

[joeshiestyslover]

moth to a flame- m. sturniolo

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: you and matt have hated each other since you were kids, you two constantly bickering and arguing. however, there has always been an underlying tension, but you and matt have always chosen to ignore it. yet, the unspoken tension begins to break when another guy takes an interest in you.

warnings: language, angst, smut, oral (male receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do that), fluff, cheating (don’t do this either pls), nick once again being a g

masterlist

lowercase intended

a/n: does the smut suck? yes probably but it’s okay 😌

“you have a date? how much did you pay him?” matt asks you, a snark evident in his tone. you roll your eyes at his comment. “guys find me very likable, thank you very much.” you retort. “oh i’m sure.” he scoffs. “can you just shut the hell up?” you snap, looking into the eyes of the boy you’ve hated since freshman year.

you met the triplets when you moved to boston in the ninth grade. you shared a class with nick, and you two quickly hit it off. he then introduced you to his two brothers, matt and chris. chris was super sweet and welcoming towards you, but matt was the complete opposite. he barely spoke to you, and when he did, it was to make some snide remark. at first, you let it slide, thinking he was just uncomfortable around new people, but the mean comments never subsided, so one day, you snapped back at him, much to his surprise. thus began the endless fighting and screaming matches between the both of you. it got so bad that nick and chris wouldn’t allow you two alone in the same room out of fear that you might kill each other. you two found ways to argue about anything, even things as stupid as what the best soda is.

although you hate matt with every fiber in your being, you still love nick and chris as if they were your own brothers, and they obviously felt the same. when their youtube channel first blew up, you were always by their side to support them. eventually, they decided they were going to move to los angeles, and they asked you to go with them. you immediately accepted because the course you wanted to study in college had great programs in los angeles.

you’re currently in the triplets’ apartment, telling them about the most recent development in your life: you got a date. “y/n, just ignore matt.” nick interrupts yours and matt’s squabble. “so, what’s his name? how did you meet him?” nick asks excitedly. “well, his name’s blake and we met at the coffee shop on campus.” you smile. matt rolls his eyes. “blake? the guy sounds like a douchebag.” “and you would know all about douchebags wouldn’t you?” you ask with a false sweetness in your voice. “what the hell is that supposed to mean? you saying i’m a douchebag?” matt narrows his eyes at you. “if the shoe fits.” you shrug. “okay can you guys not for like two seconds?” chris asks. you raise your hands up in surrender, “fine but he started it.” “sure blame me for everything.” matt says sarcastically. “fuck off.” you reply. “guys seriously, stop.” nick tells you sternly. “anyway where are you and blake going?” chris asks, trying to lessen the tension between you and matt. “we’re going to this restaurant down the street from my apartment. it’s pretty nice actually.” you tell him, smiling slightly. you then stand up and grab your car keys. “i’m gonna go get ready, and i’ll tell you guys all about it after.” “you better!” nick yells out after you as you walk out the door towards your car.

nick watches you leave, then turns to matt, “we need to talk.” matt raises an eyebrow, “okay…” he says hesitantly, setting down his phone. “what the fuck is up with you and y/n?” “what do you mean?” matt asks. “you two have been at each other’s throats for years! it’s so exhausting watching you two constantly fight over dumb shit!” nick yells at him. “what about her? why is she not included in this conversation?” he retorts. “because you started this shit! you were awful to her when you first met! this whole situation could have been avoided if you were man enough to tell her you like her!” matt’s taken aback by nick’s outburst. “tell her what?” he asks, hoping he heard his brother wrong. “come on matt, it’s obvious that you like her.” nick deadpans. “you’re kidding right? she’s disgusting, and not to mention, a total bitch. how you guys tolerate her shit, i’ll never know, but i sure as hell won’t.” matt rants. “okay matt, whatever you need to tell yourself.” chris adds, rolling his eyes. “you agree with nick? seriously?” matt turns to the youngest triplet. chris just shrugs, “i mean, yeah. i might be an idiot, but even i can tell that you like her.” matt scoffs, “fuck you guys. i’m going for a drive. i’ll be back later.” he stands up and grabs his keys. he then walks out the front door, making sure to slam it shut.

matt gets into his car and begins to drive, not knowing where to go. during his drive, thoughts of you begin to invade matt’s head. there is absolutely no way he likes you. you’re annoying, you’re stubborn, and you’re just so insufferable to be around. sure, you’re conventionally attractive, but that doesn’t mean anything, it actually pisses matt off more because he doesn’t understand how such a pretty face could have such an awful personality paired with it.

after driving for a while, an idea pops into matt’s head. matt knows you well enough to know which restaurant you would go to because it was always one of your favorites. he begins to drive that way and plots what he’s going to do once he gets there. after a few moments of contemplating, he decides to just sit a couple of tables away from you and your date, just to make you uncomfortable and on edge.

he arrives at the restaurant and walks in through the large glass doors at the front of the building. the moment he walks in, he can spot you and blake in the back. you’re laughing at something he said, and an unfamiliar feeling began to pool in the pit of matt’s stomach. his thoughts are cut off by the hostess coming up to the stand, “how many?” she asks. “umm just one, and is there any way i can get a table back there?” he points to where you’re sitting. “of course. follow me.” she smiles as she begins to walk towards the your table, matt following close behind. “here you are, sir.” the hostess sets the menu down on the table before walking away. he sits down and looks at the menu, waiting for you to notice his presence.

as you’re talking to blake, you notice a familiar head of hair out of the corner of your eye. you look over an see matt sitting diagonally across from your table. your eyes widen when your eyes meet his. what the fuck is he doing here? you try your best to ignore him, but you can see him continuously glancing at you. blake notices you looking over to your right. “are you okay, y/n? is something wrong?” he asks. your eyes snap back to his. “no i thought i saw something, but i didn’t.” blake just shrugs and continues talking. you try to listen to his words, but you can’t. your mind constantly drifts back to the brown-haired boy sitting to your right.

after a couple hours, and some very awkward glances to matt, your date finally ends. you and blake bid each other goodnight before you walk back to your car. you see matt walking to his own car and you send him with a death glare, to which he just responds with a cocky smile. you wait for him to drive out of the parking lot, and once he does, you follow him home, wanting answers as to why he thought it was a good idea to crash your date.

as he pulls into his garage, you park on the street. you turn your engine off and get out of the car, storming through the front door, where you see matt standing in the kitchen. you walk over to him and slam your purse down on the counter.

“why do you feel the need to ruin every good thing that comes my way? what do you have to gain from that?” you ask matt frustratedly. “i don’t ruin every good thing. i just wanted to make sure he’s good for you.” he replies nonchalantly. “that’s not for you to decide matthew!” you yell, moving closer to him. “y/n, you just need to trust me.” his calmness is pissing you off even more. “but i don’t trust you! all you’ve done since we met is berate me and talk shit about me! how can i trust your words when i can’t even trust you?!” you begin to wave your arms frantically. “look,” he begins, “i know guys like that and i just-” “guys like what matt? guys like you?” you ask accusingly. “no. guys that will treat a girl right until they get into her pants and then leave once they get what they want.” you scoff at his words. who does he think he is? “you don’t know what you’re talking about. did he say something to make you believe he’s like that?” matt averts his gaze to the floor. “no, but i have a feeling.” you laugh, not believing the words that are leaving his mouth. “a feeling? so you just made it up.” he looks back up at you. “god, i didn’t make it up y/n! stop being so naive and open your fucking eyes!” matt begins to raise his voice. “you are such a fucking asshole! you have no right to stick your nose in my love life! just because no one wants you doesn’t mean you get project that onto me!” you yell in his face, seething with rage. matt’s face turns cold, his eyes boring into yours with a look you can’t make out. he remains silent for a few seconds. “what no snarky comment? did i hit a sore spot? it’s so pathetic that you’re so insecure that you feel the need to-” you’re cut off by a pair of lips smashing against yours. your eyes widen and you can feel yourself almost melting into the kiss before you realize who it is you’re kissing. you quickly shove him backwards, and matt stumbles a little. you look into his eyes, the both of you saying nothing. you don’t know what comes over you, but before you can think it through, you take a step forward, grab the back of his neck, and press your lips against matt’s once again. the kiss is rough, teeth and tongues clashing together. 

matt’s kisses begin to fall from your lips to your neck, biting and sucking as he goes further and further down. “matt” you moan breathlessly. “what is it baby?” he asks in a husky voice and you could cum from just the sound of his voice. “we should go to your room.” you say between small moans. you can feel him nod against the crook of your neck as he put his hand under your ass to pick you up. you immediately wrap your legs around his waist as he begins to walk towards his room. you get into his room and he sits down on the edge of his bed, so now you’re in his lap.

matt removes his head from your collarbone and he finds your lips again. you subconsciously begin to move your hips against his, a soft groan leaving his lips and you can feel yourself clench at the noise. matt’s hands slowly trail up your back and you can feel his right hand grip your hair. he gives it a quick but firm tug, pulling your head back which gives him the opportunity to attack your jawline. “matt please.” you breathe out, needing his touch. “what do you want, baby?” he asks, knowing damn well what you want. “i need you.” he looks up at you with a smirk on his face. “yeah? then show me how bad you need me.” you feel his grip on you relax slightly, so you get off his lap and drop to your knees. your eyes immediately find the large tent in his sweats. you can feel your mouth water with desire.

you grab his dick through his pants and matt lets out a light gasp. “don’t tease me baby.” you bite your lip and tug his sweatpants down to his thighs, his extremely hard dick slapping against his stomach. you wrap your hand around his base and begin to stroke him up and down. you then bring your lip to his tip, giving it a few kitten licks. matt’s hand finds your hair and forces himself down your throat. you feel your eyes begin to water as you find your rhythm. you continue to bob your head up and down and pump what you can’t fit in your mouth. “fuckkk” matt moans, his hand tightly gripping your hair. “i’m gonna cum baby.” you quicken your pace and you can feel your cunt dripping, making a mess between your thighs. matt’s groans become louder and louder as he feels himself getting closer. his dick twitches in your mouth and you still your movements, feeling his thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat. you swallow every drop before pulling off him, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath.

“fuck that was so good.” he praises you as he grabs your hands and leads you back onto the bed. he flips the two of you around so now he’s on top of you. “you’re such a good girl for me.” he says before he kisses you again. he bites your bottom lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth. you can feel his dick sliding up and down your clothed cunt. “please fuck me matt.” you whine against his lips. “patience baby.” he demands. his hands find the waistband of your pants, yanking them down so your bottom half is only covered by your thin panties. he looks down and sees the wet patch that covers the bottom of them. “holy fuck you’re soaked. you really liked sucking me off that much, huh?” he then gets up on his knees and takes his shirt off, revealing his toned stomach, and you can somehow feel yourself become wetter. “how bad do you want me?” he asks you cockily. “so bad matty. please fuck me.” he chuckles, “so needy.” he then lines himself up to your leaking hole, swiping his tip against your clit a few times before sliding himself inside you slowly. you let out a loud moan and he covers your mouth. “shhh baby. we don’t want nick or chris to hear how good i’m making feel do we?” you shake your head as he continues to rut his hips into yours. he removes his hand from your mouth and it soon finds its place on your throat. “fuck you’re so fucking tight. oh my god.” he throws his head back in pleasure as you moan out his name. “you’re such a little slut for me aren’t you? you like it when i fuck you like this?” he smirks down at you, admiring the way your jaw was slack and your eyes rolled back. he tightens his grip around your neck as a warning, “answer me or i’ll stop.” “fuck yes matt i love it.” you moan out. he takes his hand off your neck and trails it down to your clit. he begins to rub it in small, tight circles and you can feel the coil in your stomach begin to form.

“fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum soon.” he picks up his pace, going harder as his hand rubs your clit faster. you can feel yourself begin to clench around him, matt starting to let out broken moans at the sensation. “you gonna cum baby?” you nod, on the verge of cumming around him. “give it to me baby. cum on my dick.” he urges. at his words, you let go, letting out a loud and long moan as you release around his dick. matt’s pace begins to falter as he feels himself about to fall apart too. “where do you want it baby?” “inside me please.” you beg. he twitches inside of you and you can feel him cumming inside you, painting your swollen walls white as he lets out a groan of your name. he stills inside you for a few seconds before pulling out. he gets up from the bed and walks to his bathroom. you feel the sink run and turn off and he returns to the bed with a damp towel. he begins to clean you up a bit before tossing the towel to the side. he crawls towards you and lies down next you, pulling you into his arms.

you both lie in his bed for a few more minutes before you speak up. “this can’t happen again.” matt turns to look at you, “why not?” he questions. “i don’t want to hurt blake. he’s a good guy.” matt scoffs. “sure he is.” he says, sarcasm evident in his tone. “you don’t even know him matt.” you try to reason. “i don’t need to know the guy to know he’s an asshole. his name’s blake, and that says enough.” you roll your eyes at his childish behavior. “okay matt whatever.” you pull the covers off your body and you begin to put your clothes back on. matt grabs your arms and spins you around to face him. he looks into your eyes for a few moments before crashing his lips against yours. you want to pull away, but you can’t. the kiss becomes more and more heated as he backs you up until you’re both lying on the bed with him on top of you. “this is the last time.” you demand, knowing that’s probably a lie. “no it’s not.” he says against your lips as he begins to trail kisses down your neck.

weeks pass by, and you and matt are still hooking up. because of this, you’ve become more tolerant towards each other. you don’t necessarily like one another, but you can at least go a day without arguing. nick and chris begin to notice the change in dynamic between the both of you. they don’t ask questions because they’re just happy you all can hang out without the two of them being caught in the middle of one of your petty arguments.

much to matt’s dismay however, blake is still in the picture. you haven’t become official with him yet, but you both have gone on many more dates and even kissed a few times. of course, you felt bad for lying to blake, but what are you supposed to do? you just can’t escape matt. you’re a moth to his flame. you’ve come so close to breaking it off with matt, but each time you fail, somehow always ending up naked in his bed.

this is one of those times. you came over to the boys’ apartment to break it off with matt, but of course, you couldn’t. instead, you’re pinned against the wall of his bedroom. “matt we can’t keep doing this.” you breathe out against his lips. “doing what?” he asks, backing away and raising one eyebrow. “hating each other in public and fucking in private. i can’t do that to blake.” you try to reason with him, but matt simply rolls his eyes. “then just end things with him. i told you he isn’t good for you.” “he’s a good guy, matt.” you reply. matt takes a step closer to you, “well, if he’s such a good guy, then why are you here? why aren’t you with him?” he asks, knowing the answer. you look down and shake your head, “i don’t know. i shouldn’t be here. i should go.” you grab your purse from the counter and swing it over your shoulder, but before you can walk towards the door, matt grabs your wrist. “wait, don’t go.” you turn towards him, “why not?” there’s a few seconds of silence before matt answers your question. “i don’t want you to.” “okay.” you concede.

about a week later, you get a text from blake, asking you to go over to his apartment. you get into your car and drive to his place. you get out and walk up to his door, knocking twice. he open the door with a smile on his face, and it fills you with guilt. he invites you in and sits you down on his couch. “so i invited you here because i wanted to ask you something.” he begins. you nod, nervous for what he’s about to say. “i wanted to know if you would be my girlfriend.” he asks hopefully. you sigh softly and look down. you can’t hold it in any longer. you can’t keep lying to the poor guy. “look, you’re an amazing guy, don’t get me wrong, but i can’t” you tell him. his smile drops instantly. “oh. can i ask why. i thought we were doing good.” “i’m just not ready to be in a serious relationship. i thought i was, but now i know i’m not.” it’s not totally a lie. you’re not ready for a relationship with someone that isn’t matt. “okay i understand.” he says sadly. “i think i should leave. i’m so sorry blake, but i know you’ll find someone as great as you are.” you smile to try and lift the mood. he just nods while staring at the ground. you stand up from his couch and walk out the door, wracked with guilt.

you get in your car and drive to the triplets’ apartment, needing to talk to matt. you have to tell him how you feel. you arrive at their apartment and place your car in park. you walk up to the door and knock. you wait for a few seconds before the door opens, revealing matt. “hi.” you break the silence. “what’s up? you need something?” he inquires. “i actually need to talk to you.” you can feel butterflies in your stomach as you rock back and forth on your feet. “ummm okay come in.” he motions for you to enter the apartment. you walk inside and matt closes the door behind you. you both stand in the living room and you set your keys and phone down on their counter. he stands there, waiting for you to speak.

“i broke up with him” you break the silence. “what? why?” matt questions, his head immediately perking up. “you were right. he wasn’t good for me.” he scoffs, “well no shit. what does that have to do with me?” “i also broke up with him because i realized something.” are you really about to do this? are you really about to confess your feelings to the boy you’ve hated for years? matt gives you a look, telling you to go on. “i know we’ve always hated each other, but since we started sleeping together, i realized that i don’t want blake. i want you, and not just in a sexual way. i want to actually be with you.” you take a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding, waiting anxiously for his response, but he says nothing. “matt? please say something.” matt looks down at the floor and shakes his head slightly. “i can’t, y/n.” he says softly. “can’t what?” you’re confused now. what the hell does that mean? “i can’t be with you.” your heart drops. “why not?” you ask. “i… i just can’t.” you’re start to become irritated at his words. “what can’t you do matt?!” “i can’t give you what you want. you want to date and do couple-y stuff and i can’t do that.” his gaze remains on the floor. “so i’m good enough to fuck, but not good enough to date?” you ask condescendingly. “that’s not what i’m saying, i just-” “you just what matt?! what is so awful about being in a relationship?!” you begin to yell. “i don’t do relationships! the fact that you’re whining and screaming about it is the reason i don’t! you’re being fucking dramatic and i’m sick of it! we’re not dating and we’re never going to so just accept it and stop being so fucking clingy!” he yells back at you. your jaw drops to the floor at his words. “fuck you matthew. don’t text me again.” you walk towards the front door, making sure to bump his shoulder on the way out. you open the door and slam it shut, shaking the walls of the apartment.

hearing the commotion, chris and nick walk downstairs into the living room. “what the hell happened?” nick asks. “nothing happened. she’s just being a bitch as usual.” matt replies, rubbing his temples. “what did you say to her?” nick sighs, knowing you’d never react that way unless matt said something really fucked up. “i don’t wanna talk about it.” nick scoffs. “well too bad. if i just lost my best friend because of you then we’re gonna talk about it.” nick and chris drag matt over to the couch and sit down. matt sighs and begins to explain everything that happened between the two of you. “why would you say something like that to her?” chris asks him, disappointed in his older brother. “i told you, i’m not a relationship guy.” nick looks at him with a look of worry. “but do you like her?” matt looks at him and nods. “then tell her that you dumb fuck! you just broke her heart for no reason!” he yells in matt’s face. “look, i can’t do this right now. i’m going to bed.” matt sighs softly as he walks out of the room.

as soon as matt gets into his room, he shuts the door, lying down in his bed. his mind is racing with thoughts of you. nick was right. he should have told you that he wanted to date you too, but he was too much of a pussy to actually say it, so he hurt you instead. matt knows you’re probably still mad at him and would slam the door in his face if he went over to your house now, so he decides to wait a day or two. after contemplating it, matt walks over to nick’s room and opens the door, knowing he needs help getting you back. “how do i win her back nick?” he sits down on his brother’s bed. “look, i don’t know if she would take you back for sure, but what you need to do is give her a heartfelt apology and tell her how you feel. that’s your best bet.” matt nods, taking in everything he says. “and flowers. get her some flowers.” “i’ll go over there tomorrow.” matt states. “good because if i lose my best friend, i’ll actually kill you.” nick says with a glare.

the next day, matt woke up ready to prove to you that he wants to be your boyfriend. however, the anxiety was pooling in his stomach. what if you didn’t want him? what if you went back to blake? he tried to push those thoughts out of his mind, but they still lingered.

once he gathered the courage, he got up out of bed, throwing on a sweater and some jeans. he looks at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair until it looks presentable enough. matt throws on his shoes and grabbing his keys. he begins to walk towards the front door when he passes by nick on the couch. “good luck matt.” nick tells him. matt just nods and walks out the door towards his minivan.

on the way to your house, he stops by a flower stand and gets you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, hoping that it’s enough for you to forgive him. as he speeds toward your house, matt’s mind is going a million miles a minute. he’s continuously going over what he’s going to say to you in his head. his thoughts are cut off by him arriving at your apartment. matt looks at himself in the mirror once more before grabbing the flowers and stepping out of the car.

matt walked up to your front door and took a deep breath before knocking. he waited a few seconds then the door swung open, revealing you. your hair looks disheveled and your eyes puffy. “what are you doing here?” you cross your arms at the boy. “i’m sorry y/n. i’m so sorry.” he holds out the flowers for you to take. you grab them hesitantly and turn around to put them in a vase. matt follows you inside towards your kitchen. “so are you gonna tell me what you’re doing here or can you leave now?” you ask, a harsh tone in your voice. matt sighs, “you were right. i’m an asshole. i never should have said those things to you. i was just so scared.” you tilt your head to the side. “scared? of what?” “what i feel for you, what i’ve felt for you since i met you, it’s unlike anything i’ve felt before. i’ve been in love with you for years, and i was too fucking stupid to tell you. i’m sorry for everything i’ve done to you over the years. you didn’t deserve any of it.” you can see matt’s eyes start to become glossy as you step towards him. “what changed all of a sudden? last night you were dead set on not being with me, but now you do? that doesn’t make any sense matt.” you tell him, still skeptical. “nick and chris laid into me last night. they made me realize that i hurt you for no reason and that i was being selfish. i told you i didn’t want to be with you, but it was a lie. being with you is all i’ve ever wanted and when it was right in front of me i panicked. i know that i probably fucked everything up, but please, if there’s any part of you that can forgive me, please give me one more chance. let me prove to you that i can be the man you deserve.” you take a deep breath, tears beginning to invade your waterline. you want to tell him off so bad. you want to tell him that you would never take him back, but you can’t. before you can overthink it, you take a few steps towards matt and wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. “do you really mean it?” you ask him softly. “i mean it baby. i promise i’ll never hurt you again.” he pulls away and looks down at you with a small smile on his face. you reciprocate the smile as he begins to lean down. your lips brush against each other before he presses his lips against yours. the kiss isn’t like any other kiss you’ve shared before; it’s soft and sweet instead of hard and rough. you both break away and rest your forehead on his. “you’re so beautiful, y’know that?” you feel your face heat up and a smile forming on your face. “shut up.” you tell him before reaching up and kissing him once more.