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where matt getting angry on the road turns you on more than it should...

⚠︎︎ fingering, light degradation, dirty talk, semi public setting (car), dom + sub undertones, mdni!

“this guy’s being a dickhead as well,” matt mutters under his breath as another car swerves in front of us. his knuckles were white on the steering wheel and his jaw flexed.

matt speeds up the car, overtaking the range rover, shouting a couple swears as he catches a glimpse of the guy inside. “fucking idiot…”

on a normal day i would have scolded him for his temper, but today is not a normal day.

matts wearing this plain black t shirt that somehow fits him perfectly. he’s not got a full beard, but a slight stubble, just the way i like it. and he is wearing silver rings on his pointer and pinky finger… interesting placement.

i can already feel the wetness soaking my panties and i find myself pressing my thighs together.

matt notices. of course he does. his eyes flicker over to me at the next stoplight, a smirk tugging at his mouth.

“what?” he asks, voice low, cocky. “seeing me pissed off turns you on, huh?”

heat rushes to my cheeks. i open my mouth to deny it, but the way his gaze drops to my legs says he already knows.

he chuckles darkly, turning the wheel and pulling into a deserted side street.

his hand instantly left the gearshift to grip my thigh.

“don’t bother lying,” he says, leaning closer, his tone firm, commanding. “you were squirming the whole time like a needy slut.”

he spread my thighs apart with a roughness that makes me tremble. his words are so sharp it makes my stomach flip.

“pathetic,” he murmurs, fingers sliding higher. “all it takes is me cussing some idiot out on the road and you’re dripping in my passenger seat.”

he doesn’t even bother taking off my underwear, just sliding his fingers beneath the waistband, stroking the wet heat he already knew was there.

a broken sound escapes me, my hips jerking up, but his other hand presses hard against my stomach, pinning me back into the seat.

“stay still,” he orders, sinking two fingers inside me without warning, curling them so perfectly i gasp out his name. “let me see how desperate you get.”

his two fingers slam into me at an overwhelming speed, curling them at the right angle to hit my g spot.

every moan and whimper i let out echos in the small space. every time he feels my body clenching around him, he just chuckles.

“you gonna come just from my fingers? you really are that easy for me.” he teases.

my nails dig into the seat, body straining as he drives me over the edge. i spasm around his digits and soak them even more than before.

he pulls back with that same smug grin, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean.

“good girl.”

lowkey best and quickest thing i’ve written somehow

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nobody talks about mirror pic matt enough..

LIKE FUUCK.

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Yeah so this was really fucking hot.

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that’s literally babygirl

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I will NEVER shut up abt this

MY CUTIE PATOOTIE APPLE PIE BABY

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Good lord.

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matt being patient when you struggle to speak ✩‧₊˚

speaking is hard, this is for those who also struggle with speech or language! <3

⚠︎ english is not my first language, although i am mostly fluent, i still make mistakes. please be nice <3

you’re curled up on matt’s lap with a fuzzy blanket laying over the both of you, matt is rubbing your back and kissing your hair occasionally as you ramble about your day.

he stays quiet and listens with a small smile, happy that you’re enthusiastic about what you did.

“and- and then,” you take a breath, “and then… i went- shit i can’t do this…” you sigh and slump against him, resting your head against his chest.

“it’s okay… you got it. you were nearly there, honey…” he tells you softly, tilting his head to look at your face, only for you to turn away and bury your face in his chest.

“baby… you got it… try and start again…” he reassures you, his hand stroking your hair. you lift your head up and take a breath, saying the sentence in your head so that you don’t mess it up again.

“and then i went… to walmart- and i bought some chips…” you mumble, finally feeling a little better since you said it correctly.

“atta girl…” he smiles and nuzzles his face into your neck, giving you a few soft kisses before moving to your cheek, pressing some more to your cheeks and forehead. “see, you can do it… you just gotta take your time…” he praises you with a bright smile, giving you a small squeeze.

~ ೀ dollybunss ~ written with love ₊˚⊹

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how matt deals with your attitude ✩‧₊˚

⚠︎ english is not my first language, although i am mostly fluent, i still make mistakes. please be nice <3

1.

you walk into the garage with matt, sighing in annoyance as you get in the passenger seat.

“what’s up with you?” he frowns, pushing some hair behind your ear. you roll your eyes and pull away from his touch.

there’s no particular reason that you’re annoyed, you just are.

“don’t roll your eyes at me, tell me what’s wrong.” he urges, his hand dropping to the centre console as he looks over your frustrated expression.

“nothing, oh my god” you scoff and open the door, getting out and slamming the door. all you wanna do is just go back to bed and not talk to anyone for the rest of the day.

you hear the passenger window roll down as you head back towards the house.

“get your ass back in the car.” matt demands, his tone flat. you know he’s not gonna soften on this.

you sigh and turn back around, getting into the car with a large huff. he looks you up and down with a smirk.

“see… not that hard.” he leans forward and pats your thigh before starting the car, giving you one last glance before pulling off.

2.

you’d been moody all morning and he was sick of it. you had just rolled your eyes at him for the millionth time.

“that’s it, go to bed.” he snaps, pointing towards the bedroom.

“what…?” you turn to look at him with a frown. “i’m not even tired.” you scoff and go back to what you’re doing.

“bed. now. you need a fucking nap.” he repeats with a firm tone, grabbing your wrist and pulling you with him as he walks to the bedroom.

he lifts you onto the bed, takes your jeans off and covers you with the bedsheets. giving your back a soft rub.

“there you go… see, you’re sleepy” he sits next to you and kisses your forehead. “look at you…” he chuckles and strokes your back, watching as you start falling asleep.

when you wake up he’s laying next to you on his phone, you give him a sheepish smile and nuzzling into his stomach.

“sorry for being mean…” you mumble, voice rasping from sleep.

“don’t apologise, i can handle it…” he strokes a hand over your hair, chuckling slightly.

~ ೀ dollybunss ~ written with love ₊˚⊹

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they really grew up right in front of our eyes.

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play birthday sex right fucking now.

22nd birthday? giving him 22 rounds with 22 different positions.

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looking at myself in the mirror after reading smut

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⌞matt cuffing you to the bed⌝⸝⸝

⋮ ⌗ ┆ warnings ˎˊ˗ handcuffs, dom!matt x sub!reader, oral (f receiving), light spanking, throat holding, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, please let me know if i missed anything.

⋮ ⌗ ┆ word count ˎˊ˗ 922

you're sprawled across his bed, thighs parted just enough to keep his attention but not enough to give him what he wants. he stands at the foot, dark eyes scanning you like you’re prey. that purple lace set you slipped into? it’s doing exactly what you hoped.

“you wore that just to get fucked stupid, didn’t you?” he asks, voice rough and low.

your lip catches between your teeth as you nod slowly, teasing. “what if i did?”

he lets out a breathy laugh, but there’s no amusement in it. just tension.

“you’re not in control tonight,” he says, pulling something from the nightstand. the fuzzy purple cuffs.

your heart stutters. “matt-”

“uh-uh.” he’s already climbing onto the bed, straddling your hips, gripping your wrists. “no talking unless i ask a question.”

the cuffs are soft but firm, one snapping around each wrist, the chain looped around the headboard. his lips graze yours before he pulls back, cocky and in charge.

“look at you,” he murmurs. “all dressed up, pretending you’re the one in charge. but now?” he drags his fingertips down your chest, over the lace. “now you’re mine to do whatever i want with.”

he leans in and bites your bottom lip, then soothes the sting with his tongue before kissing you hard. you moan into his mouth, already squirming beneath him, your hips rising instinctively.

“you’re already this desperate?” he whispers against your jaw. “i haven’t even touched your pussy yet.”

you gasp as his hand slides down between your thighs, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric. he groans at how wet you are. “fuck, baby. you’re dripping.”

“matt-”

he grabs your jaw with his free hand. “did i say you could speak?”

you shake your head quickly, eyes wide.

“then shut up and take it.”

he tears the panties to the side and slips two fingers inside you, slow and deep. you arch against the cuffs, moaning through clenched teeth. the chain rattles above you as he fucks you with his fingers, thumb rubbing harsh circles against your clit.

“look at you struggling,” he growls. “tied up and still trying to fuck yourself on my hand. you’re so greedy.”

you whimper, thighs trembling. “please, matt.”

slap. his palm cracks against your thigh. not hard, just enough to make you freeze.

“what did i just say?”

you nod, lips pressed tight.

“good girl,” he says darkly. “now be still.”

he pulls his fingers out and sucks them into his mouth, groaning. “you taste so fucking good.”

then he’s shifting down the bed, settling between your legs. you try to lift your head, but the angle and restraints keep you flat. all you can do is feel.

his tongue meets your clit in a slow, lazy lick and you gasp so loud it echoes. he grins against you.

“oh, baby…” he teases. “you’re so sensitive tonight.”

he eats you out like he owns you. slow, deep licks, then fast flicks, alternating between teasing and torturing. his hands press your thighs down when you try to lift your hips.

you’re moaning nonstop now, the cuffs rattling as you tug at them.

“matt, i’m gonna- please!”

he doesn’t stop. in fact, he moans into your pussy, the vibrations sending you crashing over the edge. your whole body shakes as you cum, crying out his name.

but he doesn’t stop.

he doesn’t fucking stop.

your legs are twitching, your wrists aching from pulling so hard, but he keeps going, tongue and fingers working in sync until you’re whining, tears pricking your eyes.

“too much,” you breathe. “matt, please, i can’t!”

he finally pulls back, face glistening, lips swollen and smug.

“yes, you can,” he says, licking his fingers again. “one more.”

you shake your head, but he’s already undoing his jeans, climbing back over you. his cock presses against your soaked entrance, and he drags the tip through your folds slowly, taunting.

“beg for it,” he whispers, leaning in until his forehead rests against yours.

“please fuck me,” you whimper. “please, matt. i need you.”

he thrusts in with no warning, burying himself to the hilt. your cry is strangled by his mouth as he kisses you hard, possessively.

he starts slow, then faster, snapping his hips into you with a growl. the cuffs clank with every thrust as your whole body rocks with him.

“look at you,” he pants. “cuffed, crying, stuffed full of my cock.”

you moan, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groans. “you were made for me.”

his hand grips your throat gently, thumb brushing your jaw as he watches your face contort in pleasure.

“you gonna cum again for me?” he whispers. “want you to make a mess.”

you nod frantically. “yes, yes, matt- i’m gonna-”

your second orgasm hits harder, sharper, pulling a sob from your throat. he fucks you through it, groaning at the way your walls tighten around him.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

he slams into you a few more times, then buries himself deep with a loud moan, spilling inside you.

his hips twitch, and he collapses against you for a moment, panting, hand already moving to unclip the cuffs.

“you okay?” he murmurs, pressing kisses to your collarbone.

you nod, limp and wrecked beneath him.

he unhooks the cuffs and kisses your wrists softly, massaging them gently. “good girl,” he whispers. “you did so fucking good.”

you smile, dazed. “so did you.”

he grins. “told you the cuffs would be worth it.”

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I have no words…well none that are appropriate.

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matt’s face when they said blood ritual 😭

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Why does he look so innocent and subby 😂😩

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HOLY DADDY

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you can hear me purring