#━━ ♡ is this a safe touch ? [ matt. ]

[freakmenticide]

@spicebook asked: 11) cockwarming after a long day in order to calm down together {Nathan and Matthew uwu}

aw , how cute this was . it could almost be domestic in nature , the way arms wrapped around nate's form , head rested on his shoulder , a placid smile on the brunet's face ; but easily , the way his hips grind up into the raven , shoulder were tinted light pink , and eyes were brimmed with lust , it could be seen this moment was rather intimate . so many errands , so many videos , so many TASKS , for the two their days were filled to the brim with some sort of project that needed tying up and finishing and more often than not they would usually unwind with a shared game or a movie . although tonight , matthew would have a more . . . interesting idea to say the least . his hard cock was buried deep within his boyfriend , one fair hand rubbing along his stomach and sides , murmuring sweet nothings into nate's ear while he was stretched by matt .

" how are you feeling , baby ? " he cooed , the hand caressing over nate's frame coming down to grab a hold of his thigh . " is my cock in you helping you feel a bit more relaxed ? " matt gives a small giggle , his other hand coming to lazily splay along nathan's neck , tilting his head to press soft kisses along the expanse of warm skin . " you're doing such a good job for me , you're so tight and warm for me , honey . . . "

[st7rnioioss]

Idk if you’re still wanting request but if so I was thinking about tutor!Matt and bratty!reader, where Matt is having a long and exhausting day but bratty reader eventually notices during tutoring. So she takes him to her dorm and helps him feel better and it turns into ykkk…😏😏 ily😋

STRESS RELIEVER

⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * pairing... tutor!matt x bratty!reader

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ in which... tutor!matt is stressed, and burnt out after a long week of pressuring himself to his max, until he finally breaks. but bratty!reader is here to help him.

warnings... smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, sub!matt, pet names (matty, baby, puppy, good boy.)

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ the repeated clicking of matt’s pen filled the silence that had settled between the two of you, the tension somewhat thick. his tutoring had been half-assed, something you never saw with matt—he was very serious about his and your studies. he doesn’t even look at you, holding his head up with his palm, staring down at the empty notebook in front of him as if he was trying to settle his thoughts, like they were racing. your own notes are long forgotten as well, gazing at matt as if you were trying to figure him out—figure out what was bothering him. he looked like a goddamn kicked puppy the few times you got to peek a glimpse of his face, and it made your heart soar.

at first, you decide not to say anything. maybe he was focused, and didn’t want any interruptions. so all you do is glue your eyes onto him, and the way his hair falls down in front of his eyes to shield them from you, his glasses teetering on the bridge of his nose, close to slipping off his face if it hadn’t been for his ears. eventually, the clicking of his pen starts to piss you off, so you grab it from between his fingers, almost desperate to get his attention.

“what-“ he squeaks, finally lifting his head to meet your eyes for what felt like the first time since you had spoken just this morning. you stare, searching his face for any hints of what the hell was going on inside his usually pretty smart head—one he wasn’t using right now. “stop clicking your pen, s’annoying.” matt replied by rolling his eyes, leaning back in his chair.

again, you stare observantly at him, tilting your head to the side in plain curiosity when he drags his hands over his face, rubbing his eyes while his glasses scooted up his forehead. they plonk back in place when he lets go, pushing them up his nose. “what’s wrong, matt? you seem off.” you mumbled, only earning a whine from him. yeah, something was off. “hey- it’s fine, let’s just go. we’ll study later, it’s okay matt.” you help him pack up his things, before packing up your own. it takes a second for his head to register what you were doing, and what you had just said, before he decides to help with a long sigh.

you quickly make your way around the table, leaning down to press a soft but firm kiss to his cheek, running a hand through his hair slowly. he almost immediately leans into the touch like a puppy, responding eagerly to your touch. “it’s okay, we’ll take a break, matty.” you coo, taking his hands in yours to drag him up his chair and out the library.

the walk to your dorm was silent. matt’s fingers are laced between your own, your shoulders occasionally touching from just how close he was walking next to you, as if you’d disintegrate if he didn’t hold tightly enough onto you, or stand close enough. you didn’t dare say a word—it was easy to see the amount of bottled up emotions and feelings he had kept inside, safe and sound, that if you said anything he’d break down. you wouldn’t want that for him, not in the middle of campus.

“tell me, please. what’s going on in your head, baby? i’ll listen,” you had your legs on either side of matt’s thighs, cradling him close to your chest as you whispered while soothingly playing with his hair. matt wasn’t exactly sure what was going on in his head either, but stress and exhaustion was probably a good guess. “i-i dunno, m’just..” he trailed off, snaking his arms around your waist to push himself ever closer to you, feeling the warm tears starting to sting in his eyes. he really didn’t want to cry—it was probably the last thing he wanted to do. “i’m so stressed. and i’m tired, and- and exhausted all the time. today was just a really shitty day.” his voice broke, attempting to keep the tears from spilling over his waterline.

your heart was aching for him, carefully cupping his face in your hands to tilt his head up from your chest. “oh, poor thing. can i help?” you whispered, your voice firm but as soft as satin. gently, you traced your fingers over his cheek, giving him a soft smile before peppering a few kisses along his jaw. he weakly shrugged, acting almost helpless at coming up with any ideas, just wanting the turmoil of thoughts and the weight of the week to stop.

“yeah.. sure. i just dunno know how,” his voice was still timid and shy, but this time he managed to bite the tears back. “just relax..” he gazed up at you with a quizzical look, almost as if he was waiting for you to make a move—and you did. before either of you said another word, your lips met his in a slow, and comfortable dance. his fingers instinctively went to grasp for your shirt to steady himself as you looped your arms around the back of his neck, twirling your fingers through his hair.

every bit of your attention, and touch was enough to ease his mind a little, even the simplest kiss shutting his uncontrolled pondering up. “wanna help you, matty.. help you- help you destress,” you mumbled between kisses, pulling him closer to you by his brown, and soft curls. matt whimpered into the kiss, eventually giving up on matching the pace of the kiss, and allowing you to take over. “let me take care of you, baby.” you muttered, detaching your swollen and pink lips from his to kiss him down his jaw, and further down the column of his neck.

pulling back, you patiently started unbuttoning his shirt while smiling down at his lovestruck face, his lips tinted a soft red from your lipgloss. eventually, matt was left in his open button shirt, your knees now digging into the floor to work on his belt. there was silence, the metal clanging the only thing that could be heard, along with matt’s heavy breaths. “y’know.. i’ll always be here to help, yeah? if you’re stressed, let me know.” you leaned forward to kiss him down his chest, and stomach, all while fumbling with his pants.

matt’s cheeks and ears were beet red, going a bit flustered at your words, and just how willing you were to help him out. “o-okay.. i will.” he chirped, his hand messing through your hair while you kissed him down his stomach, and finally maneuvered his pants down.

you pulled away from his body to look up at him, your eyes round, and big, and it caused matt to go even more shy—you were waiting with bated breath to get to his cock, and it showed. keeping your eyes on his, your fingers snaked under the elastic band of his boxers, plucking them down his thighs. your attention was immediately turned to his cock that sprung out right away, already hard, his tip beading with precum. when his boxers were pooling around his ankles you took your time to gently wrap a hand around his dick, that barely fit when you tried closing your hand. “you’ve got such a pretty cock, matt..” your tantalizing words sent him into a spiral, letting out a deep groan.

a giggle left your lips, slowly giving his girth a couple tugs. “yeah? gonna take such good care of you..” your thumb delicately rubbed across his slit, smearing the sticky precum that was trickling, and glistening all over. “p-please.. can’t take it anymore, i need it-“ he was panting, his chest heaving frantically while his body was begging for your touch. his fingers tightened in your hair, but not to the point it hurt in the slightest. “i will, i will. you deserve it, puppy. you’ve been a good boy, yeah? i’ll give it to you,” you left the words to linger in the air before your lips pecked quick kisses to his leaking, pink tip.

swirling your tongue around his cockhead, matt threw his head back, and squeezed his eyes shut with a low moan. his reaction only motivated you to keep going, to keep hearing more of those angelic whines and cries. your hand started pumping his cock while you tried to take as much as him as you could manage, your eyes watering when you gagged around him. matt was in a total state of bliss, your warm and wet mouth working on him making all his worries disappear.

slowly you started to bob your head, the drool and saliva that seeped past your lips making it a little easier. “o-oh, my g-god. please don’t stop,” he whined, pushing your head a little further down, making the very tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

your eyes were watering uncontrollably, gagging and sputtering around his length, but you didn’t stop. matt was trying his best not to jerk his hips forward, the sweet moans being pulled from his parted lips over and over again. “g-gosh, feels so good.. you’re doing s’well..” he gently tucked your tousled hair behind your ears; the action combined with his words making you want to stay here, in this position, forever, despite how uncomfortable it was.

saliva was running down your chin, your mouth and hand working together to bring him to the edge, which was approaching rapidly—matt’s whines, and moans grew in pitch, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull when you pulled back to catch a breath, your lips still connected to his sensitive, and red tip. “gonna cum- please, i- i need to cum, please don’t stop.” his voice was whiny, the words hurried and almost incomprehensible. he was despairing, the weight finally lifted off his shoulders, and now he needed to cum—he wanted it so badly. “fuck! i love you, i love you so much.”

by now your lips were slick, and swollen, the wet noises making the room feel even hotter. matt’s cock was throbbing, his breath hitching with every inhale, his chest glistening with a sheen layer of sweat. “mmphh- g’nna cum-,” he finally let go, balling a fistful of hair up in his hand as the warm, white ropes of his cum shot down your throat. he fell completely apart with a guttural groan, the dam in his lower stomach finally bursting.

a mix of tears, spit, and matt’s release was trickling down your cheeks and chin when you opened your mouth to show him it was all swallowed, and matt swore he was hard again from just the sight of you. “y’feel any better?” you smirked when matt looked down at you with pink cheeks, and a sweaty forehead, pushing his glasses back up. he nodded meekly, not saying a word because he knew he’d fuck up and embarrass himself, thoughtfully brushing your hair back in place. “good.” you reached for a tissue on top of your nightstand, wiping the remains of his cum and your spit off your lips.

“i-i wanna make you feel good too..” matt’s words cut through the silence, making your ears perk up. “why? i mean- you don’t have to. this was for you, matt. you don’t need to return it.” matt shook his head, soothingly cradling your face in his hands, still between his legs. “no.. i want to. please.” he basically begged you, motioning for you to stand back up, pulling you into his lap.

not even a minute later, your skirt and panties were stripped off, teasing matt by dragging his tip along your soppy folds, but not quite pushing it in yet. a weak moan fell from your lips when your clit made contact with the head of his dick, before matt had enough. “please, i can’t take it. jus’ wanna feel you, i’m begging.” you tsked, your free hand tilting his head upwards, gazing at him through his round frames. “be a good boy, matt.. i’ll give you what you want.” your voice was smooth, and you knew just what to say in order to make his mind start whirling.

soon enough you got impatient too, your cunt pulsing around his stretch when you sank down on him, your breath hitching on a soft moan, his cock stretching you open. “holy shit.. you’re so tight- i-“ he whimpered your name, his blunt fingernails pressing into your hips. when you got comfortable in his lap you looped both your arms around his neck, deliberately swirling your hips in a circle lotion. “so big, matt.. fillin’ me allll the way up.” he shivered when you spoke, your plump lips that were curled up in a smirk hovering just above his.

setting a slow pace, you rolled your hips into his, his girth massaging your inner walls, while you pressed a small kiss to his lips. the soft, and whiny noises you two let out were swallowed by the kiss, your mind going blank when his tip prodded and made friends with your mushy, sweet spot. “m’not gonna last long.. oh, my god.” matt was hypnotized by the sight of you on top of him when he pulled back, your lips parted, and eyes rolled back as you sped up your pace, your moist bodies moving together. “s’okay.. me neither, puppy.” you shuddered, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh starting to fill the air of your room, along with the wet sounds his cock elicited from your drooling pussy.

you pulled him back in for a searing kiss, whimpering breathlessly into his mouth when your clit rubbed against his pelvis so deliciously you couldn’t help but grip tightly onto his curls. “fuck! i love you so much, matt.” you whimpered against his lips, your breaths mingling together, ragged and irregular. “mpph- i love you too,” he whined when he felt you clench around him, your movements turning sloppy, and weak.

“g-gonna cum,” matt nodded, his head feeling fuzzy, and light—he was going completely dumb, barely thinking with his mouth agape. suddenly, with a loud of cry of his name, your walls fluttering around his length, stars blurring your vision while a ring formed around the base of your cock. “j-just like that- good boy..”.

your skin was prickling, and flushed when matt helped you ride out your high so you didn’t have to do much work, his tip throbbing with need before he spilled himself once more, painting your insides white with his sticky semen while his eyes glossed over.

you slumped against him, and matt embraced you tightly while you both caught your breath, trying to regulate it. he slowly leaned back onto the mattress, keeping your warm and sweaty bodies close, though it felt icky. “was that okay? how’s your head?” you mumbled, your head dipping up to look down at him with a dazed smile, running a finger along the underside of his jaw. “i think it’s worse.. i can’t think straight,” he shyly smiled back at you, relishing the feeling of being so, so close to you, his cock still nestled inside your warm, soppy cunt.

more tutor!matt x bratty!reader here!

˚𝜗𝜚 notes... this sums up the two sides to tutor!matt pretty well lol.

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[dollyfiles]

INTRODUCING.. RAVEN!READER ₊˚⊹♡

barry’s little sister. dealer the girlies trust. deftones. tattoos. addict. grillz. anger issues. silver jewelry. paired with frat!rafe.

RAVEN!READER who is an intense and unapologetically fierce presence on the cut, a stark contrast to her older brother barry’s more reserved demeanor. she is known around kildare for her temper and not being afraid to fight, especially when it comes to protecting her reputation, defending her older brother or her boyfriend rafe. the kind of girl who doesn’t just talk tough—she is tough, getting attention everywhere she goes, making not only rafe, but everyone around her, dizzy.

RAVEN!READER who isn’t made to stay in anyones shadow. while barry hustles and schemes, she is the enforcer. starting off by running errands for her brother, delivering dime bags and keeping his customers fed, quickly turned into having her own loyal customers by using the advantage that girls in obx are easily overlooked as potential buyers. and now she’s become the go-to dealer for the kook girls, someone who makes them feel safe while hooking them up with exactly what they need.

RAVEN!READER and rafe who ground eachother, giving the other a sense of stability they don’t get elsewhere. from the moment rafe first laid eyes on her, he was hooked. she didn’t simper or try to impress him. in fact, she barely gave him the time of day, which only made her more alluring. in his eyes, she is untouchable, unafraid to call him out or put him in his place, which only made him fall harder. and even if they fight like enemies, there's no denying they're made for each other.

RAVEN!READER who treasures her black gibson les paul guitar, even if she doesn’t play it often, but keeps it on display in her room like a trophy. she’s currently saving up for her dream motorbike, a matte black one with metallic accents. spends hours cleaning, sharpening, and customizing her blades, giving each piece a unique and personal touch. def sneaks into places she shouldn’t be at, and she thrives on the rush of pushing boundaries. still she’s the most loyal friend you could ever find.

꩜ raven!reader jerking off frat!rafe at a party

꩜ frat!rafe calling up raven!reader for coke again

꩜ raven!reader and frat!rafe fucking in the back of his truck

꩜ raven!reader rejecting frat!rafe infront of barry

꩜ raven!reader throwing a knife at frat!rafe during a fight

꩜ frat!rafe’s reaction to raven!reader not shaving

꩜ frat!rafe trying to make raven!reader jealous with another girl

꩜ texts between raven!reader and frat!rafe

꩜ frat!rafe’s reaction to raven!reader turning him down

꩜ raven!reader’s reaction to frat!rafe turning her down

.ᐟ credit/inspo for the layout goes out to my beautiful mutual @rafesangelita (check out her stuff, it’s amazing)

[hannahsturniolo]

ᴡɪᴘɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs

Warnings: kissing, breakup

Summary: Chris is one of your best friends, and he finds out you’re crying at the park, which leads to feelings about each other coming out.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Your boyfriend had just broken up with you. You were heartbroken. You were sitting there reading the text over and over again.

“We’re done. I can’t anymore.”

Tears filled your eyes. You came out of your room at the sturniolo house, walking head down, grabbing your bag.

“Where are you going Y/N?” Matt asked, knowing something was wrong.

“I’m just going for a walk at the park” you replied, looking down, not making eye contact.

Matt knew something was wrong. He could sense it.

A couple hours later, Matt told Chris that you had left to go walk at the park, but you weren’t answering your phone. Chris got worried.

He tried calling you multiple times, when he took it upon himself to go look at the park he knows you walk at, to make sure you were okay.

Chris walked over to the park, searching.

Then all of a sudden he seen someone from far away sitting on a bench, head in their laps. He couldn’t tell who it was from far away since it was getting dark.

He walked closer and realized it was you. You were sitting on the bench, head in your lap, light from the park lamp hitting your skin. You were wearing a tank top, and sweats.

“Y/N?” He said quietly approaching, not wanting to scare you.

“Chris?” You paused. “What are you doing here?”

Tears were streaming down your face as he sat beside you, resting his arm around your shoulder pulling you in closer to him.

“What’s going on?” He said, his voice tight with worry.

“He broke up with me” you said in between sobs.

He reached up with his hands, wiping away the tears on your face.

He could tell you were cold, he took off his jacket and draped it on your back.

“His loss” Chris said, cupping your face.

“I just don’t understand. Every one leaves. Everyone. I don’t know what’s wrong with me” You said, putting your hands up over your face.

“No no no, nothing is wrong with you sweetheart. You are just trusting the wrong people” Chris reassured you.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to find love” you mumbled, tears catching in your throat.

Chris’s heart felt like it broke in a million pieces.

“You will” he said looking at you with warm eyes, the park lamp making his eyes glow.

You couldn’t stop staring at his eyes. You didn’t mean to stare, but his eyes felt like the safest place you’d ever known.

It hit you in the quietest way. You loved Chris. Somehow, somewhere along the way you had fallen for him, and how he’s treating you right now, makes you think he feels the same. Something in his eyes, told you he was feeling it too.

He then leaned in slowly, hesitation in his eyes, unsure if you were going to meet him halfway.

The kiss was tender, deep but delicate.

He pulled back, just enough to speak. His voice low “you deserve someone who knows your worth. Someone who chooses you everytime, and I hope that someone can be me, if you were to give me a chance.”

“Of course I want to try. I’ve liked you for a long time, but I never knew how you felt, and I didn’t want to risk ruining what we have” you said looking at him with tears filling your water line.

Your chest swelled with quiet joy.

He leaned in once more, and in that kiss, you could feel the love pouring through every gentle touch. You felt safe, you felt warm. It just felt right.

“I appreciate you coming to check and make sure I was okay” you said smiling at him.

You walked away hand in hand, you resting your head on his shoulder as you two walked home.

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[whore4mattsturniolo]

Crybaby ♡︎ Matt Sturniolo

"Please mama..." Matt squirmed, gripping the sheets roughly as you stroked his length with speed, his chest rising and falling with each pump. "Please...Can't...No more..." he babbled, trying to grab onto you, get you to stop tormenting him.

He had lost count of the amount of times he had came in the past hour, his cock twitching at even the slightest touch, His tip was throbbing and red, cum and saliva leaking down his shaft. His brown locs were messy and disheveled from his thrashing around the bed.

"Please...please...s'too much—mmph—m'so sensitive mama..." he whined pathetically, tears pricking his eyes, threatening to fall down his flushed, red cheeks. "Just give me a break...please..."

"C'mon baby," you coo, sitting in between his legs, your movements around his cock going from mind-numbingly fast to achingly slow. "You can do it for me. You can give me one more."

He shakes his head, his body shuddering at each touch. "I can't... I can't mama. It's too much—Fuck!" He gasps in between moans, his back arching off of the matress in pleasure, despite his pleas. His chest and thighs glistened with a mix of sweat and his own release, rolling off in beads across his body.

You giggle, watching him writhe and squirm as you hold his hips down. "This is what you wanted isn't it? You wanted mama's attention so bad? Had to be a needy little brat all day."

"No mama!" He shakes his head again, this time more furiously. "M'sorry—Pleaase—M'sorry for being needy. Jus' wanted you. Been waiting all day," he moans again, the mix of pain and pleasure making his head spin. His body is trembling with each touch, each movement. He tries to fight back, but he's helpless.

You laugh, watching the tears spill onto his cheeks. "Such a crybaby. Can't even take your punishment without whining."

Matt pouts at your words, sniffling as he wipes his salty tears with the back of his hand. "M'sorry—M'sorry for crying...I'm jus' so sensitive...It hurts so bad mama..."

He moans and whines, feeling completely helpless and vulnerable, but still wanting to make you proud, to give you what you want.

"Give me one more, yeah?" You smile, stroking him at a faster pace, his whines growing louder and more high pitched. "Can you do that for me?"

He lets out a frusturated sigh, watching your perfectly manicured hands pump his cock with speed. More tears roll down his cheeks as he sobs, "Can't...Can't...Please mama..."

You don't let up. He knows his safe word. If he wanted you to stop, he would've told you to. He loves the overstimulation. He loves crying and begging for you to stop, knowing all he wants to do is cum over and over again until he's drained completely dry.

"C'mon baby. One more and you're all done," you look up at him with pleading eyes, his body twitching as you rub your thumb over his throbbing tip. "You're doing so good for me."

He moans again, trembling and panting, overwhelmed by the sensations. He can't of anything but your hands on him, and he doesn't want to.

Crying softly, he nods weakly. "O-Okay...One more..." he manages to stutter out through breathless moans. "I'll be good for you mama, I promise. I'll be so good." Give you everything you want."

You grin, watching him give up the last shred of resistance he has, as you start to pump him faster than ever, waiting for his release.

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[musingsofahufflepuff]

Just a Glimpse of Us

ex!Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader, Theodore Nott x gn!reader; angst

summary: after a particularly rough break up with mattheo, theodore is there to pick up the pieces. he’s the perfect boyfriend in theory, so why do you wish it was your ex instead?

a/n: while the reader is currently dating theo, this isn’t really about him (sorry bby ily). our focus today is matt. he’s a bit of a dick for the majority and says a couple of insensitive things. the happy ending won, so here it is, happy valentine’s day ♡

Only 2 weeks after your relationship ending fight with Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott asked you out. You said yes.

It had taken you a week longer than it had for Mattheo.

You weren’t entirely sure why you had said yes. The pessimist in you said it was only because you were hurt. The optimist in you meekly thought different.

Theodore was attractive and surprisingly gentle with you. In the days following the break up, he frequently sought you out in the nooks of the castle you started to escape to. The times when you couldn’t keep yourself together, he held you as you broke down in tears and didn’t let go until the pain subsided. His chest was warm and sturdy and safe. The scent of smoke lingered on him hauntingly similar to the way it hung to Mattheo, permeating his clothes and your soul.

He was there by your side when you stumbled on a Ravenclaw girl practically chewing Mattheo’s face off out in the hall in front of god and everyone, 3 days post breakup. Part of you knew he wanted you to see.

A piece of you died that day.

The following weekend party ended with you in Theodore’s bed. Maybe you wanted Matt to walk in his dorm and see you with one of his best friends. Maybe you wanted him to feel the same festering wound you had been living with since he had stormed out of your life.

He never did come back that night.

A week after Mattheo broke your heart a second time, Theodore found you sitting in the astronomy tower, knees to your chest, staring at the view of the valley. He sat next to you, arm easing its way across your shoulders as you leaned into him. He had seemed nervous, so unlike his usual stoic and relaxed demeanor.

“Would you want to maybe go to Hogsmeade with me tesorino?”

The pessimist in you was right.

That was a month ago. A month of dating Theodore Nott. You were less sad at least. Or maybe you were just more numb.

Despite sitting at the Slytherin table with Theodore and your friends, you weren’t really present. You were vaguely aware of his hand resting on your side and the unintelligible chattering filling in the background noise of aimless thoughts. Your eyes were facing the rest of the Great Hall, but you were looking through it. You used to sit here with all the same people but Mattheo always used to be here too. You hadn’t seen him during meals or class lately. He would sling his arm around your waist during meals like this. Theodore’s touch burns.

Before your mind can drift off too far as to what he could possibly be up to recently, the doors to the great hall open with a thud.

It takes a few blinks to get your eyes to focus back and when they do, you’re greeted to a bored looking Mattheo, arm loosely resting on—what appears to be a Hufflepuff—girl’s shoulder.

Theodore’s grip on you tightens and a kiss is pressed to your temple. Matt’s eyes rake over to where you’re sat and you can’t quite figure out what he’s thinking. As quickly as he looked your way, he directs his attention elsewhere.

“You okay tesorino? You got tense,” Theodore speaks softly above your ear.

With an exhale you smile up at him, “I’m okay Teddy.” He’s looking at you like you placed the moon in the sky for his enjoyment and it reminds you of brown eyes that had once looked at you the same way.

Pushing the thought from your mind, you press a firm kiss on his lips- searching for butterflies or fireworks or something when he returns the motion.

You find none.

“Nott? Really sweetheart? You can do better than that.”

Mattheo’s voice stabs through you, making you involuntarily jerk to a halt. It had been so long since you’d heard his voice. You try to regain your breath before turning to face him. He’s standing in the middle of the hall, cocky smile on his face. You had forgotten how arrogant he could be, used to his sweet smiles and soft eyes reserved only for you. You desperately longed for it. That Matt was long gone, just a whisper you were still hopelessly trying to grasp onto.

He raises an eyebrow when you make no attempt to respond, seemingly expecting a snarky remark. He takes a couple strides toward you. He baits you again, “I guess I can see why you hang around him, he follows you around like a pathetic dog.” You bite.

“At least I’m not a manwhore who jumps in the first skirt offered to him,” the calm in your tone surprises you, your entire soul feels like it could shatter any moment. “What do you want Riddle?”

Something flashes across Matt’s face for the briefest of moments. So subtle only you would have noticed it.

Before he can respond Theodore is by your side, “why don’t you say that shit to my face next time.”

“And here’s the guard dog now. Have to say, didn’t expect my best mate to lap up my sloppy seconds.”

Tears sting in your eyes at his unexpected cruelty. Then the sound of a fist cracking bone is making you jump. You cover your mouth with your hands as blood starts pouring out of Mattheo’s nose. A crowd has started to form around the three of you and you’re grabbing Theodore’s arm that’s getting ready to take another swing.

Matt’s face is hard to read. He doesn’t immediately react to his apparently broken nose nor the blood staining his uniform. Instead his eyes are locked on you.

You force your voice to work, “c’mon Teddy, it’s not worth it.”

He snaps his head towards you in bewilderment. “Tesorino you heard what he just said about you, right?” Your heart aches at his concern only for you, your gaze shifting to meet Mattheo. The same aching heart reminds you he would have done the same for you once upon a time.

Those pretty brown eyes convince you that you don’t want to see his face anymore beaten than it already was.

“Please Teddy, let’s just go.” You look up at Theodore’s face and tug on his arm.

He relaxes his stance and gives you a nod, letting you lead him away. You do your best to not look back at Mattheo.

However you can’t help the quick glance over your shoulder; seeing Matt looking at you, ironically, like a kicked puppy.

You cry yourself to sleep that night, locked in Theodore’s suffocating embrace.

Monday night finds you back in the astronomy tower, cigarette in your fingers. You had swiped it from Theodore’s stash before classes this morning. It wasn’t the same brand Matt used. Knowing Nott, it was probably higher quality.

You turn the stick in your hand, blinking back tears. Thoughts of your time up here with Matt swirl around your head, making it hard to breathe.

There at the top of the tower surrounded by the cool night, you break.

It happens all at once. No build up, just a shatter. Sobs rack through your body and an animalistic cry of pure pain and despair forces its way out of you.

Mattheo pushes himself off the leather couch he sat on in the common room. Enzo looks up at him with furrowed eyebrows. He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and flashes it at the boy, “need a smoke, wanna come with?”

He gets a small head shake no in response before he turns to leave the dungeons.

The walk up to the astronomy tower is familiar and would be comforting in different circumstances. As he starts climbing up the stairs he hears broken sobs echo through the tower. He hesitates thinking it might be best to leave the person alone, but his concern wins out and he treks onward. To say he’s shocked when he sees it’s you is an understatement. Heart rate picking up at the thought of you being hurt, he makes his way over.

At the sound of his footsteps, in between sobs you choke out, “please leave Theo, I want to be alone.”

“I’m not Theo, sorry to disappoint,” the words are slightly joking but his tone is gentle.

You lift your head up to look at him, eyes red and tear tracks staining your cheeks. His heart aches. He settles himself down next to you, giving you space.

You sit together in silence for a few moments, his mere presence wrapping itself around you like a childhood blanket, tattered and long lost. You feel some semblance of peace for the first time in months.

“I’m sorry,” he ducks his head down, shame overtaking him. “You didn’t deserve the way I treated you.”

He tilts his head to look at you, eyebrows knitting together. He almost looks like he could cry. “You’re not my sloppy seconds and Theo isn’t a dog, I just-“ he goes back to avoiding your eyes and blinks a couple times, a tear rolling down his cheek. You reach out and gently wipe it away with your thumb. It has the unintended consequence of making more tears start to fall.

“I was angry and hurt and I guess the only way I know how to express that is by hurting everyone around me.” Your soul shouts at you to reach out for him, but you hold back.

“I think about you all the time,” he’s curled in on himself in the way you’ve only ever seen him do when he talks about his home life. “I miss you so much.”

His eyes squeeze shut in an attempt to stop crying, fingers digging into his biceps. You know him too well, can read his actions like you were reading his mind.

You pull him into your arms.

It’s easy to tell you made the right decision when he instantly relaxes in your embrace, instinctively pushing his head against your chest like he had done so many times before. His voice comes out quieter when he says, “I don’t expect you to forgive me, lord knows I wouldn’t.”

A small smile works its way onto your face as you speak to him for the first time since the fight in the hallway, “you’ve always been the type to hold a grudge. And I know you’d never admit it, but it’s because you care.”

“I’m sorry for kissing that girl, I don’t even know her name. I thought it would fill the hole in me, but it didn’t. Then I saw you with Theo at the party and—“ his voice cracks. You tighten your grip, a hand coming up to run through his curls.

You release a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding, “I told Theo that I couldn’t keep seeing him today. I felt like I was using him, cause he’s not you.”

Matt pulls himself out of your embrace to cup your face in his hands, dark eyes swimming with unshed tears and that gentle look he used to give you. The one where you could see the longing, the raw need for your touch and love and approval and very essence of your being. It was vulnerable and gave away just how deeply sorry he was for hurting you.

You were drawn to him as you had always been, a planet orbiting a sun that gave off such warmth and fiery passion but could also burn magnitudes of pain that was near incomprehensible.

“I can’t fix the damage I’ve done, but I want to spend my life making it up to you. And I’ll do everything in my power to make amends with Theo. Please, let me be part of your life again.”

“Matty, I want to, but I don’t want to feel like that again. It was hell,” your voice catches on the last part, a stray tear escaping. Gentle lips are pressed on your cheek where the tear was.

“I will never make you feel that way again. And I give you full permission to use an unforgivable if I don’t keep my promise. Fuck, I’ll take an unbreakable vow if that’s what you want, love.”

You can’t hold back anymore, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that rivals the most beautiful sunsets, warmth rushing over you. This is what home feels like.

[sturnsdoll]

𝘏𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘓 -`♡´- - C.S

inspired by: this pairing: dom!chris x ("bestfriend"!) reader summary: your bestfriend is bored at night so he comes to your hotel room. what activities will he think of to keep himself entertained?? warnings: smut w slight background, dirty talk, lots of praise, friends to lovers, fingering.

"pink" = reader speaking "orange" = chris speaking

it had been nothing short of a long day. you and the triplets had been out all day taking a road trip. you were just excited to get to the hotel with your friends and sleep. you, matt and nick were all exhausted but chris, your bestfriend, was still bursting with energy.

you and the triplets entered the hotel and let nick take care of obtaining the keys and room numbers. the plan was that you would have your own room and nick, matt and chris would share a two bed room for the night.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

matt was out no less than five minutes after all of you found your rooms and nick was practically non-verbal on his phone. chris was on the edge of the bed by nicks feet yappin' away about his day. no matter how obvious it was that nick wanted his space, chris couldn't bring himself to just be quiet.

"i just feel like-" "chris oh my god" nick interupted. this caused chris to go quiet with a look that said 'what?' on his face. oblivious. "i need you to shush motherfucker go to sleep or go bug your little girlfriend" nick complained as he rolled over.

chris glared at him for referring you his girlfriend. then after him and nick exchanged a few choice words (mainly consisting of nick telling him to shut the fuck up) chris chose to go bother you instead.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

music played at a comfortable volume in your hotel room. you set down your toothbrush and turned the tap off. about to start on your skincare, you were interupted by a knock on the door. approaching the door you were expecting it to be cleaners or something, but upon the door opening you found chris.

"hey" he hardly greeted as he let himself in past you to sit on your bed. you sighed as you closed the door and looked at him with a look that asked what he was doing bugging you at this hour. "nick kicked me out" chris half jokes as his eyes scan you quickly. he caught notice of the way the cold exposed your nipples through your tank top. his eyes went back to your eyes before you could notice him looking.

as comfortable as you were with chris, recently there had just been these moments where you were sure you were both flirting with eachother or that there was some kind of tension. you had shrugged it all off though because although your feelings for chris were more than just platonic, you knew there was no way he felt the same.

"so you came to bug me instead? great" you sarcastically remarked. you headed for the bathroom to finish your nightly routine. "shut up" chris playfully retorts, following you to the bathroom.

you sat up on the counter criss crossed and begun pulling serums, washcloths and cleansers from your bag. chris enjoyed watching you do everyday things like this. he came behind you, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder, watching you in the mirror. his palms pressing into the counter. feeling his warm body so close to yours made you feel safe, comforted.

he's just your friend. it's just innocent touch.

you were both silent as your music filled the room. while you nurtured your face his eyes were glued to you, admiring you the entire time.

once you finished you gave chris a smile in the mirror "you know your gonna have to go back with nick and matt really soon chris i'm tired" you tried to turn around but he wrapped his arms around you from behind. embracing the hug as much as you could from this position, you leaned your head back and placed your arms on his. "but i'm bored" he complained. there was something almost mischevious in his eyes that you couldn't quite place. "but i'm tired" you said, mocking him.

his voice comes out quieter and lower next to your ear "oh i'm sure i could wake you up" there's a mischevious smile on his face. he's mostly messing around. you were sure he didn't mean anything sexual but still your face heats up and your sure that due to your bodies touching, he can feel the way your heartbeat begins racing.

you look at him with a shy smile although not knowing what to say. the song changed and the familiar start of hotel by montell fish begins to fill the hotel room.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢, 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨" ⊹ ࣪ ˖

an unspeakable tension grows and maybe it's your imagination but you swear a slight smirk spreads on his face. you don't realize it but it's been a minute now and you've said nothing back to him, only staring blankly back at him in the mirror. your panic makes him realize that you're considering his unspecific but tempting offer. his

"hm?" his voice snaps you out of your trance and you realized you've been silently staring at him for an uncomfortable amount of time. fuck. "i dunno i'm pretty tired" you panic at the way your voice comes out a little breathy. his voice drops slightly "you're tired hm?" his arms squeeze a little tighter around you "that why your hearts practically beating out of your chest?" his words mixed with his breath fanning your ear make you dizzy. you can't deny the mix of arousal and nervousness you're feeling. he's your bestfriend afterall, he knows you well enough to know exactly what's going through your mind right now.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪" ⊹ ࣪ ˖

so you decide to embrace those feelings. you pull his arms off of you and turn your body around so there's no choice but for your legs to dangle off the counter on either side of his waist. he's still not sure if your feeling how he is so to be safe, his hands rest on the counter next to the outsides of your thighs rather than touching you.

you quickly glance down his body then back up to his eyes. "that why you're hard?" you mock with a mischevious grin. for a split second he looks taken aback but then before you can tease him any further he grabs your thighs, dragging you closer to him. your thighs instinctively squeeze his waist. you gasp when his clothed erection pokes at your thin sleep shorts.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚"⊹ ࣪ ˖

there's a moment of silence as he searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation. instead he only finds lust and need. without skipping another beat, his hand comes to the back of your head, pulling you into a passionate makeout.

your arms wrap around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer. you wanted him everywhere, on you, under you, in you.

his other hand gently rubs your thigh while his lips break off from yours. he takes in your already disheveled state. lips puffy, eyes glossed over with need. "so pretty" he comments right before attacking your neck with kisses filled with teeth, tongue and sucking. a gentle whine escapes you as he lifts you off the counter. and even when he lays you on the bed his lips don't leave your neck.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣' 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢. 𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪"⊹ ࣪ ˖

his weight presses onto you but not suffocatingly. he subconciously ruts his hips into yours. "mm" you squirm your hips up for more but he pushes your hips back to the bed with his own. your cunt is aching to be touched in any way shape or form, so long as it's him. "chris please" your voice comes out desperate.

he completely ignored your plea but his lips do come off your neck so he can lock eyes with you. his hand slowly brushes down your side "god i bet you're soaked already" he seems as if he's speaking to himself. his fingertips brush across your hip bone now. his voice alone makes you try and close your legs to relieve some tension. with his body between them though, it's useless.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚?"⊹ ࣪ ˖

you look at him with doe eyes, wanting nothing more than his touch right now. "chris-" you begin when suddenly he pulls the band of your panties back before letting is snap against your skin "so desperate" he teases before his hand finally slips beneath the thin material. two fingers slide up and down your soaked cunt to collect your wetness on his fingers. then his middle finger makes quick work of circling your clit.

"who made you this wet, baby?" he asks with cockiness to his tone. your head goes to the side and your eyes find anywhere to look but him. you can't believe your bestfriend is talking dirty to you, while he's on you. as you let out a whiny "you" in response. he's way too entertained with how whiny and submissive you already are for him to be thinking about how shocking the situation is for you both. "mhm." he responds. his middle finger leaves your clit only to enter you along with his ring finger. a sigh of relief leaves your lips. "now look at me" his free hand grips your jaw, forcing you to face him. your eyes still avoid his though.

his fingers begin to curl repetitevly inside of you, forcing a moan from your lips. he feels his pants tighten at your reaction. "look at me or i'll stop." his tone is gentle but still commanding. it leaves you with no choice but to meet his gaze. you take notice of how much darker the lust has turned his blue eyes.

"listen so well" he praises before his lips meet yours. hearing him talk to you like this makes every ounce of your body heat up. you're already feeling close.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙝𝙝, 𝙞, 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪" ⊹ ࣪ ˖

he pushes his wrist forward and somehow, his fingers reach even deeper and his palm rubs your needy clit. your nails dig into the back of his neck "s-so good" you mutter as your eyes stare hooded and glossy up at your best (not-so) friend.

the cockiness is seeping off of him "yea? you like my fingers?" his movements speed up as he speaks. his voice mixed with his skilled hands nearly send you over the edge. he can feel the way you clench, threatning to finish any minute. for that very reason he rips your pleasure away.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙤𝙤𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪"⊹ ࣪ ˖

you open your mouth to protest but he speaks before you can. "m' gonna make you feel good again, don't worry" he assures as he leaves you for a second to remove his clothes. you take this as your cue and remove everything besides your bra and panties.

chris resumes his place on the perfectly white hotel sheets. his hand is gently stroking his cock as he moves between your legs. your eyes lock with it and your desperation reaches an all time high. he's not small or thin by any means.

he smirks at the way your lips are parted, eyes watching, body waiting. he uses his free hand to push your legs open further. you knew letting your bestfriend fuck you was about to change everything for the both of you, but the way your whole body ached for him drowned out all the worries you had.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪..." ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"you want your bestfriends cock sweetheart?" he asks staring down at you. "yes chris" your words come out impatiently. "then what do you say? hm?" you frustratedly watch the grin on his face as he taps his tip against your puffy clit just to tease you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚"⊹ ࣪ ˖

you sigh "please." he can tell your frustrated. "you can do better than that" he states as he drags his tip up and down your pussy, juices coating his tip now. your hips push toward him but he only pulls back. "please fuck me chris. i need you"

"good girl." he praises, his length unexpectedly shoving into you. "god so tight" he groans the praise as he pulls back, then pounding into you again. "chris!" you shout as your hands go for the sheets but chris grasps them instead. his fingers interlock with yours, pinning your arms and hands down next to your head.

he picks up a harsh pace. uncontrollable whines and moans begin spilling from your lips. as his head drops next to yours, filthy things come out of his mouth into your ear.

you're just speechless, mouth open as your eyes roll back.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙞 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣' 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪"⊹ ࣪ ˖

he kisses your neck so gently, completely contradicting the roughness of how he's fucking you. "so pretty underneath me" he mumbles before his lips attatch to your neck again. you clench around him at the praise, making him groan and thrust his hips faster to chase his release as well as help you reach yours.

you whine out his name as you shut your eyes, his cock hitting the right spot everytime he thrusts his hips. one of his hands moves away from yours to slip between your bodies. his middle finger wastes no time on finding and stimulating your clit. your hips buck into his hand but with the way he's fucking you it makes no difference.

"need t-to- uh fuck" your words are cut off by a needy moan. he pulls away from your neck to look at you "what's wrong hm?" he asks with faux sympathy right before a particulary deep slam of his hips into yours, wanting to pull more of those pretty noises out of you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪"⊹ ࣪ ˖

giving up on speaking you throw your head back, your free hand gripping his shoulder as you uncontrollably clenched around him, desperate noises coming from your lips one after the other.

"you need to cum?" he's out of breath and his pace begins to falter. you nod frantically. "go on then, cum with me" he says through his teeth as his hips twitch. one more thrust of his hips and his cum fills you up.

his hips still but he continues rubbing quick circles on your clit "come on, be a good girl and cum for me" his words are what send you over the edge. your hips lift of the bed, your mouth opens but nothing comes out. "fuck." chris mutters at the sight of you mixed with feeling of you clenching around his cock, milking him dry.

he pulls out but massages your clit a little longer, letting you work through your high before collapsing on the bed next to you. you roll on your side and he does the same, spooning you. the both of you leave nothing to be heard but deep breaths as you both smile at the experience that just occured.

⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪"⊹ ࣪ ˖

after chris finally got himself up to clean the both of yours mess you both got dressed and took seats on the bed facing one another. there was an almost awkward silence, not surprising considering you just let your bestfriend fuck the shit out of you.

you speak first "i don't just wanna fuck" you state with a worried expression. he stares at you for a moment and you think he's about to tell you he doesn't want any kind of relationship. "is that what you want?" you were quiter and much more sheepish now. you looked like you wanted to retract into your own skin and never come out. he quickly smiled. he playfully slaps his no-longer bestfriends shoulder. "no dumbass i want you" he says before scooching closer, grabbing your hips to pull you into his lap. then placing a delicate kiss on your lips.

you smile down widely at him "great. now can we fucking sleep?" you ask exhaustedly. "yup" he responds, standing up while holding you before tossing you on the bed and climbing in next to you. ⊹ ࣪ ˖"𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚?"⊹ ࣪ ˖ ….

[ruins-of-babylon]

Drugs

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Mattheo Riddle x reader smut

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎：You and Mattheo have been friends for as long as you can remember. When you both start to sell drugs together, he’s forced to reveal his crush on you. 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈：fighting, blood, drugs, mentions of child abuse, angry!mattheo, f!reader, smut, unprotected p in v (don’t do this), oral (fem receiving), creampie, cockwarming, praise, lmk if I missed anything 𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ：I had a dream about this, so I thought I’d share it lol. Enjoy!

MDNI!!!!!!

All the best things come in twos, right? Chocolate and vanilla ice cream, yin and yang, coke and Xanax. Oh, and of course, you and Mattheo Riddle. The two of you have known each other for as long as you remembered. The both of your dads were friends, which meant the two of you had to spend a lot of time together. Over time, your friendship flourished, you two bonded over your abusive fathers with their expectations, your shared house of slytherin, and love of drugs. You shared almost everything with each other. You knew one another like the back of your hand, there were no secrets between you two. There was only one thing you didn’t know about him: he had been crushing on you since 3rd year. You would have never known, as he hid it quite well. But that restraint started to crumble when you had the idea to sell drugs together. The plan was relatively simple. You would flirt with the people you bought from, getting more product for less money, and he would sell the goods to your fellow students. It sounded great at first. Fairly easy, the only risk being if someone of authority caught you. The only thing, everything is easier said than done.

That’s how you ended up here, in your dorm, picking out a slutty outfit to meet with your plug. When you had picked your outfit, including a short skirt, tight top, and heels, you walked out to the common room. There Mattheo was sitting on a couch, surrounded by Theo, Blaise, and Pansy. You stepped into their line of sight, doing a quick spin to show off your outfit. Pansy whistled and complimented you as the boys stared in awe. Blaise smiled and clapped, as did Theo. But with every spin, inch of skin you showed, and reaction from other boys, Mattheo felt something chipping away at his reserve. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes. You frowned, taking his reaction as disappointment.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your eyebrows knitting together as you stepped towards your best friend. You placed your hand on his head and gently pulled the soft curls of his hair, and he let out a groan. He felt his eyes bulge at the sound he made.

“Nothing. My head just hurts and you made it worse by pulling my hair.” He said, willing the heat in his cheeks to disappear.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know Matt.” You said, bending over to place a kiss on the top of his head. You giggled as he smiled up at you, grabbing his arm and pulling him up to you. “Are you ready?” You asked, hugging him and whispering into his ear. You were always very affectionate towards him, your love language was definitely touch. It made it all the worse for him, having to hide his feelings always became harder when you would sit on his lap and hug his neck, or hug him tight and whisper into his ear, or place soft kisses on his cheeks or head.

He nodded as you let go of him and started to walk towards the door. You followed him after hugging Pansy, Theo, and Blaise. He watched you do this and felt a pang of jealousy run through him. He wanted your affection, and he wanted it all to himself.

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When you reached your destination, Mattheo went to hide somewhere where he could watch you from a safe distance. As the wind nipped at your exposed skin and whipped your hair around your head, you looked in every direction, slightly nervous. Where was he? You checked your watch and jumped suddenly as you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Are you who I think you are, sweetheart?” He asked. You had to admit, he was rather handsome. You briefly paused to jump into your persona created for this exact situation.

“That depends. Who do you think I am?” You seductively purred, inching your fingers up his bicep. A smirk graced your lips as you talked.

“The girl who wants to buy weed, coke, and acid.” He said, smiling as he looked at your hand on him.

You leaned into him, whispering, “That’s right.” You felt him shiver as you placed your hand gently on his neck. Your smirk stayed strong. “Where is it?” You asked.

He let out a shaky sigh as he reached for the backpack on his shoulders, unzipping it and pulling out a large plastic bag. You laughed.

“Did you mix them all together?” You joked, carefully taking it from him.

“No, it’s all in separate bags.” He answered, “what are you paying with, doll?” He grabbed your waist, slightly pulling you towards him.

“What do you want?” You giggled, letting him touch you. As he leaned down to whisper into your ear, he managed to say, “I think you know-“ before he suddenly was gone. You gasped as you turned to see him laying on the ground, Mattheo on top of him, his fist repeatedly hitting the other guy’s face. You could hear a cracking sound every other punch, wincing as you imagined how that must feel. After a few seconds you ran to Mattheos side, the shock of it all wearing off, pulling him away from his victim. You walked to see the man, his face bloody and almost unrecognisable. You placed your hand on your mouth as you took in the gory scene. With caution, you squatted down to his level to see better. You looked back at your friend, a smile on your face, ready to poke fun at his actions. But when you looked at him, his face was stone cold, a terrifying expression taking over his features. His hands were still balled into fists and covered in blood. Your smile vanished and you returned your gaze to the man you were going to buy drugs from. You turned him over to grab his backpack, rustling through it and pulling out whatever was valuable. With your acquired goods, you stood up and walked over to Mattheo.

“Let’s go.” You walked on, not looking to see if he followed.

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Back at the castle, you walked straight to the common room, Mattheo entering soon after you. You grabbed him harshly and pulled him to your dorm and muttering a silencing spell. You thought for a moment while you put the bag down and turned to him.

“What the hell was that? That guy could be dead for all I know!” You shouted at him. His once more relaxed demeanor faded, and he scowled, a look of pure rage on his face.

“What’s wrong with you?!” You continued when he didn’t respond. He closed his eyes and looked almost like he could explode.

“I did what is best for you! That guy was being a fucking perverted freak! He was gonna ask you to fuck him, for fucks sake!” He shouted back, slowly stepping towards you. “You can’t fuck some idiot like him!” He added. Sudden realization hit you. He must be jealous.

"Who can I fuck, then?" You said calmer, with a newfound leverage. In his anger, he completely lost control of the leash that tied down his crush on you.

“Me! You can fuck me, not him, not anyone else!” He shouted. It took a few seconds for him to realize what he had said, but when he did, his eyes widened and his face turned bright red. The once smooth, confident, ladies man had disappeared and was replaced by this new version of Mattheo. You were also shocked. While you had the idea that he might like you, and you might like him, hearing these words was surprising. You smiled, walking towards him and pressing yourself against his chest.

“Oh, yeah?” You said. His words and protectiveness turned you on, and you were finally ready to admit your reciprocating feelings towards him. His breath got heavier the closer you got to him. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, showing him your best bedroom eyes.

“Are we doing this?” He breathed out, his hands just now moving to grab your hips. You just giggled at him and gently pressed your lips onto his. He added more pressure to the kiss, pressing his mouth onto yours with fervor. As he intoxicated you with his kiss, his hands moved around your body, squeezing and massaging as they went. You pushed off his jacket to show him what you wanted to do. He groaned into your mouth at your action and did the same for you. You parted temporarily to take off the rest of your clothes, and just took a moment to see each other. Mattheo looked like he was built from stone. Hard, defined muscles covered his body, putting even Michael Angelo to shame. His dick was hard, thick and long, the biggest you’d ever seen in real life. When he saw you, his jaw dropped. He knew you were gorgeous, but this was to a different level. You looked angelic, crafted by a careful hand. Perfect. His cautious hands moved around your body, feeling the soft skin and warmth you provided.

“You’re gorgeous, darling.” Was all he could say. He swore he could look at you all day and never begin to feel anything besides awe. You made the first move. You felt his bare skin under your palms, his muscles, his face. You kissed along his shoulders slowly, moving up his neck and eventually reaching his lips again. As you kissed, he picked you up and walked you both to what you assumed was the bed. He set you down with care and kissed his way down your body, stopping when he reached your pussy. Your heart hammered in your chest in anticipation, but when he continued down your body and started kissing your legs, you sighed in frustration.

“Please, do something.” You said, looking down at him as he smiled against your skin.

“Do what, sweetheart?” He teasingly asked, moving down to kiss your shins.

“Touch me, fuck me, anything.” You whined, reaching your hand down to pull at his head. He liked to hear those words, but he still wanted to kiss every inch of your skin, showing how much he wants and loves you.

“As you wish, pretty girl.” He said after a few seconds filled with his soft kisses. He brought his face to your pussy again, laying on his stomach and pushing your legs on his shoulders. You whined impatiently again as he started kissing your inner thighs instead of where you wanted. He laughed at your desperation and finally gave in, placing his lips on your cunt and kissing you repeatedly. You moaned in satisfaction as he finally did what you wanted. He took his time, savoring your taste on his tongue. Eventually he started licking long stripes across your most sensitive area, and you started to squirm around him. He had to press his hands against your hips to stop your wiggles when he started sucking on your clit.

“Mattheo, Matt, oh my god.” You screamed as he switched between sucking your clit and pushing his tongue into your hole. He loved when you said his name. It felt like it fell off your tongue like a prayer. He relished in the feeling, using it as fuel to fuck you harder with his tongue. Finally, you came, your cum pouring onto his tongue. He lapped every last drop up, his muscles flexing when he had to push your hips down when they started to thrash around. You shouted as he continued to clean you, grabbing his hair. You couldn’t tell if you wanted more or less of his tongue. He let you go after he had finished, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You tried to calm down from your high, breathing in and out. He crawled up to you, pecking your lips and pushing your sweat dampened hair out of your face.

“Did that feel good, baby?” He asked, a smile on his face. You could only nod, kissing him again.

“Can I fuck you now?” He added, patiently waiting for you to answer him. You nodded again eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you.

“Good girl.” He responded, kissing you once more before lining himself up at your entrance. He pushed inside you, watching your face for your reaction.

“You’re so big.” You grunted, feeling your body stretch for him when he bottomed out. He cockily grinned, and you laughed at him.

“I know.” Was all he said before he started moving, slowly pistoning in and out of you. His dick felt amazing as it rubbed against your inner walls, his pelvis brushing against your clit with each thrust. Soon, the pain turned to pleasure and all you could do was moan repeatedly. He started moving faster as he heard you, increasing how good you felt. You squeezed him inside of you, relishing the sounds he made when you did. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer with every sensation.

“How close are you?” You asked breathlessly. His powerful hips knocking the breath out of you with each movement.

“Really close. You keep squeezing me. You take me so well, princess. I can tell you’re close.” He mumbled against your neck, lightly biting the skin there. Right after he said that, he let go, filling you up with his cum. The sensation only added to your pleasure, and soon after him, you also let go. You both just laid there for a moment, him still sheathed deep inside you. You gently pecked his lips and face as he tried to catch his breath, a smile on your face. As he began to pull out, you stopped him.

“Can you keep it in?” You cheekily asked. He smiled and nodded, snuggling up with you, a soothing hand drawing patterns on your skin. You both fell asleep, tangled in each others arms.

^^^divider made by @saradika-graphics

I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to correct any mistakes I made or let me know what you thought of this. <3

[capybaramurdock]

Red Ring Series ♡Chapter Six♡

"Through the Glass" (Matt's POV – 21 Days Until the Wedding)

“I tried,” she whispers to herself. “I tried to keep it together.” He steps forward slowly. Quiet. “You did,” he says.

Summary: He hears her crying through the quiet of 2 a.m., her soft voice breaking over cookie dough and expectations. Matt told himself to keep his distance. But he can’t. Not when she’s unraveling. Not when she still makes cookies for a world that keeps asking too much. They’re trying. In their own broken, tired way. Even if love isn't spoken aloud yet… It's in the spaces between.

♡ Warnings: ♡

💔 emotional breakdowns, stress baking spiral at 2am, minor kitchen burn (be safe sweetie), emotional distance, toxic dad drama, public embarrassment, paparazzi/media tension, guilt-ridden Matt Murdock, unwanted flirting attempt (not reciprocated), soft moments in the wreckage, hurt/comfort but make it repressed, emotional exhaustion, daredevil angst edition, slowburn angst is the main course

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It’s two in the morning.

Matt knows he should be in bed. Rested. Ready. There’s a charity event later—one her father is parading as a fundraiser for her shelter, complete with photo ops, auction tables, and baked goods arranged like political pawns.

Another wholesome moment of hers was twisted into a marketing stunt.

He’s spent most of the night in his black suit, working through the lingering fury from dinner—the ring, the cameras, the look in her eyes when she said yes. Not because she wanted to, he thinks, but because she had to.

The city bled under his fists. A couple of Russians left with broken ribs and ruined egos. Not a single blow they landed did any damage. He barely let them touch him. That’s how much he needed the release.

And still, it wasn’t enough.

He should’ve gone home. Back to his empty apartment and hollow thoughts. But his body moved without asking.

And now he’s here.

Perched on the rooftop above her apartment, crouched in the quiet like some sinner praying for forgiveness.

At first, he doesn’t even mean to listen. He just… does.

The soft shuffle of feet on tile. The whir of an old electric mixer. The scrape of metal trays. The slow, rhythmic crack of eggshells and the steady muttering of someone trying desperately not to fall apart.

Then...

A sharp clang.

He hears the tray hit the counter harder than it should have.

Followed by her voice. Low. Broken.

“...God...come on, why can’t I just get it right....?”

Another crash. A tin measuring cup clatters across the tile.

“I forgot...I forgot the stupid cookies....forgot the whole damn event, and he’s going to say I’m unreliable, and then I’m going to...”

Her voice breaks.

A sharp inhale. A quiet, crumbling sound in the back of her throat.

Matt’s hands tighten into fists.

He shouldn’t be up here listening to her cry like this. He’d told himself he was going to keep his distance. He’d promised himself that after what he said in the car.

But he also promised her something else, didn’t he?

“If you let me, I’ll stand beside you.”

And here she is. Alone. At two in the morning. Standing in the wreckage of too much pressure and not enough support.

Her voice slips out again—barely above a whisper now.

“I just wanted to do one thing right. One little thing. Why can't anything I do go right for me?”

There’s a sniff. He hears her wipe her sleeve across her face.

“I used to love this. Why doesn't it feel right anymore?” she murmurs. “Baking used to feel…so safe. Quiet. Mine.”

She pauses.

Then, quieter still:

“Maybe I should have moved. Somewhere stupid and sweet. Somewhere safe, and just opened up that little bakery. I could have gotten away from him and every little damn thing he demands from me.”

Matt swallows hard, his throat dry.

She sounds so tired. So done.

And it hits him harder than anything the Russians threw at him tonight.

Because she’s not supposed to be like this. She’s not supposed to be breaking.

She’s the good one.

He doesn’t realize he’s leaning forward until the gravel under his boots shifts.

He stops himself.

He can’t go down there.

He has no right to.

But God, he wants to.

And he knows...

He knows he’s part of why she’s like this tonight.

He hates it.

He hates that his words, his distance, and his silence helped shatter something so soft.

The weight of her voice saying “I just wanted to do one thing right” presses harder on his chest than any villain’s blow ever could.

And that ring...

God, the ring she pressed back into his hand...it still sat heavy in his pocket like a curse, a reminder.

You said you’d stand beside her.

But instead, he just stood still.

Watched her break, more than she already is.

Said things he didn’t mean because he was scared of her, of himself, of how real this is.

He moves away from the edge.

He should go, give her privacy.

But then...

A sharp hiss of pain.

“Shit...ouch...shitshitshit”

The tray slams down on the counter, hard. Louder than the first time.

His head whips back toward the sound.

Another muttered curse. Then water. Rushing. Too fast. Too cold.

He hears the sharp breath she tries to stifle. The sound of a sob that escapes free anyway.

Whimpers. Muffled curses. Words slurring together under the sound of the faucet. Like she’s trying not to cry and failing all over again.

She burned her hand.

She’s in pain, again...and still alone.

Matt’s heart twists in his chest.

He takes a step forward, just one.

He shouldn’t go down there.

But now all he can hear is her. Her pain. Her voice. Her breath.

He wants to be there for her, just like he promised, but would it really help anything at the moment?

“No, it wouldn’t help. It wouldn’t change anything.”

You already made it worse, dumbass.

He stays for just a few moments longer, making sure she at least treated her burn properly before he goes. 

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The next morning, Matt groans loudly as he gets out of bed.

His body protested immediately - tight, sore, bruised in places he hadn’t noticed until the adrenaline wore off.

He hadn't realized it in the moment, but yeah… he definitely overdid it with the Russians last night.

Not that he’d admit it to anyone.

Not even Foggy.

And especially not her.

Not that he’d tell either of them about his night job, what he does every night, or any of this.

He presses a gentle hand to his ribs as he gets up, fingers brushing the warm edge of a forming bruise.

He can’t stop thinking about her voice, cracked and quiet, so sad, whispering to herself in the dark.

He should’ve left sooner. Should’ve walked away instead of listening like a ghost haunting her from the rooftop.

But he didn’t.

And now the guilt weighs much heavier than the bruises.

He drags himself through his morning routine, methodical and mechanical, trying not to picture the burn on her hand or the sound of her sniffling through a tray of ruined cookies.

He already deals with so much self-loathing.

His finer suits, tailored to fit perfectly, are both out of commission for the next few days.

He’s worn them too recently for something this public.

So he goes with another one. Still nice. Still formal. Just…not quite right.

The jacket tugs at his shoulders more than it should, the fit looser at the waist, the sleeves almost too small and tight on his arms.

It feels like a metaphor, somehow—trying to wear something almost right. That almost fits. But doesn’t.

His phone blares out with a notification of a text in the quiet of his apartment, disrupting his thoughts.

Once he finishes pulling his dress shoes on, he checks it, hearing from one of her father's assistants that he sent a car for him and that it should be there any minute now with her ready and inside as well.

His fingers tighten around the phone. Of course, she’s already in the car. Of course, he’s late to this, too.

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They don’t say much when he slides into the car beside her.

She doesn't even greet him like she did at the restaurant last night.

She’s staring out the window, hands folded in her lap, her expression unreadable. So tired, so distant. Still sporting the smallest, minuscule traces of flour near her knuckles. It’s faint, barely visible, but he can smell it.

He can sense the exhaustion rolling off her.

The silence extends, heavy and suffocating.

Not at all, like some of the comforting silences they've had between them before.

Then, Matt lightly reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket.

He doesn’t look at her when he does it. Just gently pulls her hand from her lap and cradles it in his, cautious not to brush against the bandage on her finger.

No explanation. No warning.

He gently slides the ring back on.

It settles into position like it never left. But they both know better.

His voice is soft, almost like an afterthought.

“Figured it’d be easier if we didn’t forget it.”

Like it’s practical. Like it’s not guilt twisting inside his chest. Like it’s not him desperately trying to pretend he didn’t break something precious just the night before.

He hopes it sounds casual. Like nothing. Like just a line.

But his voice is too quiet, too soft, even to his own ears.

She still doesn’t look at him.

But he sees the way her lashes lower. The way her fingers twitch slightly in his hand, like she’s thinking about pulling away, but doesn’t.

She lets him put the ring on.

Let it sit there like it belongs.

And then, barely audible over the hum of the car:

“Right. Wouldn’t want to mess up the image.”

It’s not sharp. Not bitter. It’s worse than that.

It’s tired.

She pulls her hand back slowly, tucking it into her lap like it doesn’t mean anything. Like, he doesn’t mean anything.

And Matt doesn’t reach for her again.

She doesn’t look at him. Doesn’t even glance.

So he tries again.

Just one more time.

He shifts slightly in his seat, leans a little closer, not enough to crowd her, just enough to let his voice drop, warm and teasing, like it used to be before everything cracked open.

“You know… I’ve really missed your cookies since that first night I came to the shelter.”

It’s not just about the cookies. They both know that.

She’s quiet for a beat. Doesn’t look at him.

Then she says, voice even and brittle:

“Lucky for you, you’ll get to try one at the event.”

Matt swallows hard.

There’s no warmth in it. No smile.

Just quiet hurt tucked behind a perfectly measured line.

He leans back in his seat again, like the breath’s been knocked from his chest. She’s right there, but he’s never felt further away.

Yeah.

He deserved that.

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Matt hears the camera clicks before they even step out of the car.

She hesitates when the driver opens the door. It’s so subtle, most wouldn’t catch it, just the briefest inhale. But Matt hears it. Feels it. Like the moment before a fall.

Then she steps out, perfect posture, her plastered-on polite smile, eyes a little too glassy.

He follows, keeping his hand near the small of her back, not touching, just close. A silent gesture. A ghost of protection.

She doesn’t acknowledge it.

They’re immediately greeted by flashes and soft greetings, the hum of well-meaning voices from people who have no idea what they’re witnessing.

She’s praised for her “incredible dedication.”

He’s praised for being “such a steady presence.”

The second they walk around the car and the driver opens the trunk, Matt smells the cookies. He's surprised he didn't pick up on the scent before now.

Sweet. Buttery. Vanilla and cinnamon cling to the crisp spring air.

He doesn’t need to see them to know she made them herself.

He knows the scent. Remembers it from the shelter. From that night.

But when she lifts the tray from the back of the car, balancing it with both hands, he falters.

Because the cookies aren’t just good. They’re flawless.

When the cookies shift slightly, he can sense the texture, the weight of them, and he hears her heartbeat increase in worry.

Perfect circles. Even spacing. Each one frosted in pale pinks and soft creams, little piped details added with obvious care.

And for the first time, he realizes...

He has no idea how long she was up last night finishing them.

He’d left the rooftop when her sobs had turned to silence and the water finally shut off. But that was hours ago.

How long did she keep baking?

How long did she push through the tears just to make sure this part of the day went right?

Did she actually even sleep? God, she probably went straight from making the cookies to getting ready for the event.

She carries the tray like it’s something sacred. Like if she can just get this one thing perfect, everything else will stay in place.

It guts him. Especially with now knowing what happens next.

They walk into the event. The venue is warm and glowing—twinkle lights strung across the ceiling like it’s all effortless joy. The sounds of music, clinking glass. A dozen conversations are happening all at once. Tables are covered in pastel linens, platters of sweets set out like offerings to some benevolent god of community and good press. 

Matt can hear the light fluttering of a banner, too, likely with the name of the event that she came up with herself, "Comfort in Every Crumb."

She smiles automatically once more, thanking the volunteers, nodding graciously at guests. But Matt can feel it—the tension in her shoulders. The way she holds the tray just a little too tightly.

And then—

“Oh, those are yours?”

The voice comes from a woman with a champagne flute and a dripping, fake sweet-tea accent. A gold name tag hangs from her pearl-studded jacket: “Event Sponsor.”

Matt tilts his head slightly, listens.

“I mean, you didn’t make them all yourself, did you?” she continues with a half-laugh. “They’re so perfect. I just assumed someone helped you.”

The smile on her face falters.

Matt hears the shift in her breathing. The pause. The effort it takes for her to stay polite.

“Nope,” she says softly. “Just me.”

The woman hums. “Well, that’s impressive. But still, you really should thank whoever helped. It’s a lot of work for just one person.”

She still doesn’t snap. Just nods faintly, like the words are being absorbed rather than answered.

And then, like fate is laughing, the woman reaches forward to grab one from the tray, her bracelet catching slightly on the edge.

A smudge of blue frosting smears across the front of her pretty pastel dress.

“Oh! Whoops!”

Too loud. Too bright. Too fake.

It was obvious she did it on purpose. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Here—” She rubs at it with a cocktail napkin, which only makes it much worse. Everyone knows you should dab at a stain, not rub. “You really should’ve let someone carry that for you, sweetheart.”

Matt hears the breath catch in her throat.

She steps back, just one step, but it’s enough.

“I-It’s fine,” she says quickly. Too quickly. “Really. Um. It’s fine.”

Her eyes blink too fast.

Her grip tightens on the tray. One of the cookies slides a little too close to the edge.

She doesn’t cry.

But Matt hears it. That tremble beneath her voice. That deep, desperate push to keep it together. The sound of the tray in her hands setting down too fast.

And that’s when the flashes start.

Cameras. Phones. Lights.

She’s not sobbing. She’s not yelling. She’s not breaking in any loud, dramatic way.

But she’s unraveling. And she knows it.

All of the cameras catch the moment. Her ruined dress. Her expression. That flicker of something raw and real in her eyes.

The society guest just laughs. “Aww, don’t worry! You still look absolutely precious.”

And that’s it.

Matt moves the second he hears her footsteps retreating toward the back hall, too fast. Too stiff. Her shoes clicking against the tile like a heartbeat in freefall. However, he pauses for just a moment, his hands gripping his cane tightly. 

He wants to storm after her and fix whatever he can. But he can’t, not quite yet.

Because the guest is still laughing.

Still wiping her fingers on a napkin like this is some silly, forgettable moment. Like it wasn’t the final crack in someone already struggling to hold herself together.

“Such a sweet girl,” the woman says absently. “So polite. Bit quiet for the scene, though. Probably a relief you’ll be doing all the talking in your marriage, hmm?”

Matt’s jaw tightens.

He forces his hands to stay on his cane.

“You know,” the guest purrs, stepping a little closer, “if things ever get too suffocating—public image and marriages, y'know, all that—you can always come to these events solo. We’d make sure you had fun.”

She presses it like it’s a joke.

But there’s nothing playful in her voice. Just entitlement.

And something worse, like she sees him as a trophy. Something she could steal.

Like the woman she just belittled isn’t even real. Even though she's the one worth much more in this whole scenario. 

Matt turns his head just slightly toward her. He doesn’t smile.

“Thanks for your concern,” he says coolly. “But I prefer to stand next to the woman who actually did the work.”

The woman blinks. Surprised.

He doesn’t give her time to recover.

“You smeared frosting on her dress. You didn’t apologize. And you tried to erase everything she made with a single comment.”

A pause.

“I can’t tell if that’s jealousy or insecurity, but either way, don’t come near her again.”

She gasps, offended, scandalized. But Matt’s already walking away.

He doesn’t wait for her response.

He’s done playing polite.

Now he just has to find the one person in this building who’s always been worth protecting.

Luckily, he hears her and finds her quickly, just outside the catering area, her breathing uneven, her back pressed against the wall.

“I tried,” she whispers to herself. “I tried to keep it together.”

He steps forward slowly. Quiet.

“You did,” he says.

She jumps. Matt is too quiet when he moves, she hadn’t heard him coming.

“M-Matt?...” Her voice cracks.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says softly.

“But the event-”

“They already got what they wanted and needed,” he murmurs. “So did your father.”

She looks at him, eyes shining, face flushed with embarrassment, and something in her finally breaks out loud:

“I didn’t even want to come to this, he made me think up an event for the shelter.”

He nods once, voice low. “I know.”

And that’s when Matt makes the call for both of them, steps outside, calls for the car, keeps her close but doesn’t crowd.

They can hear the flashes of paparazzi going off when they're found again.

They try to ask her questions about what happened with the sponsor and about the event in general, but she doesn't say anything, she can't.

She just lets Matt guide her into the backseat. She's too exhausted to put up much more of a fight. 

Matt whispers instructions to the driver, doesn't tell her where they're going.

Because he already knows.

She's coming home with him.

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[freakmenticide]

@spicebook cont’d from [ x ]

this position was not . . . GREAT to say the very least . the brunet feels his palms flush against the back of a cold closet wall , his thigh pressing against a newfound , foreign warmth , each word passing from nathan making his breath gently brush against his face . matthew swallows thickly , feeling how deathly still the raven was , and grimacing when he himself adjusts and feels the drag of his thigh against nate’s crotch .

matthew’s voice was timid , apologetic as he answer nathan’s question . “ i-i — well , i thought i was being clever in trying to hide in here to scare you , and uhm . . . “ it was obvious he wasn’t lying , eyes sincere , lips pulled into a nervous smile . “ my hubris got the best of me and i didn’t check twice , and now , “ his back was flush against the door , the cramped space leaving very little to the imagination . “ i’m kinda stuck . . . “ his eyes trail down to their precarious position , feeling his face and ears flush , and his thigh flex before swallowing thickly again . “ like this . . . “ he forces his eyes to snap back to nathan’s face , pupils wide .

[concretejunglefm]

top 5 kinks to write for ♡

continuing the top 10 with this ask 💕

knife play - just trusting someone that much, the cool feeling of the blade against your skin or the sharp press of the tip, especially when they're dragging it to mark you, even finely 😵‍💫 and if they press it to your throat as they fuck you? knowing you both have to be so careful, how one wrong move could be potentially dangerous 🫠 always be safe when acting out kinks, particularly something like this, please

pet play - I have so many thoughts around this one in particular and I haven't fully written it yet, but there's a request I'm working on and it's just !!!! particularly in the case where the boys are being the pet, collared up with a leash, ear headband, a cute plug tail, looking like the adorable pups they are 🤭 noah and folio I especially picture, just begging for even an ounce of attention from you, all puppy eyes, whining because pups don't talk do they? then there's the flip side of you being the pet and 😵‍💫 it's a ritual to get you ready, perhaps into something fitting like a kitten (or a raccoon for matt), but it's a slow process, putting in your collar, setting your headband into place, making you look all pretty. next it's your plug and sometimes you're obedient, other times you make them chase you just to bend you over the nearest surface to slip the tail plug in and oh what fun you can have just wiggling your ass and that tail, especially if it's long and you tease it along their cock. then there's the final addition of your nose and whiskers, and it's always so soft, so intimate as they cradle your head and begin drawing it on, you gazing up all wide eyed and sweet, ready to be either the most affectionate, sweetest kitten, or a little vixen 🤭

edging/overstimulation/forced/denial - having this much control over someone's pleasure and the range especially, whether it's being done to you, or you to someone else, there's fun in the ability to have them coming apart or forcing them to stop and ruining it completely. being driven to your wits end all because the pleasure is too much to handle.

pegging/prostate milking - I'm adding these two together because I need to do more of them and I love what I've done so far, just the idea of not even touching their dick, but the act of being fucked is enough to have them become a leaking mess and cum all over themselves 🫠

intox - whether forced (constant still given), or by choice, the idea of turning someone into your own mindless fuck toy, or the other way around, is exciting. knowing they'll follow anything you ask, and sometimes denying them anything they keep begging for is all apart of the fun, too, because you ‘don't want to take advantage of them’, while watching them grow desperate, begging to be used (folio coded 🤭). it’s extra fun if there's a little (prearranged) cnc in there, and they keep denying what they're doing as they play with or fuck you

[horriblengrossstories]

Pretty pleaseeeeeeee can we get more Matt being manipulative and baby trapping us??? ♡♡♡♡♡

-⚰️

Alrighty :3 this is the most ill ever write abour pregnancy horror BTW, nothing beyond this.

It starts off strange. Subtle. You miss a period. You chalk it up to stress, to your sleep schedule, to the fact that your body’s been a little off lately.

Matt notices before you do, of course he does. He watches everything, remembers things you don’t, says nothing until you’re curled on the couch with a blanket over your lap and a grimace on your face.

“You’ve looked kind of pale lately,” he says, like he’s commenting on the weather. “Headaches too? Could be stress.”

He sits next to you, arm thrown over the back of the couch, casual as ever. You tell him you’ve been nauseous. He offers you tea and doesn’t say what you’re both probably thinking.

Then your body changes. Slowly. Quietly. Your clothes fit tighter. You start to feel heavier in ways that don’t make sense. Your skin warms in places you don’t recognize anymore.

There’s a pull in your stomach, a strange tenderness that makes you afraid to touch yourself too hard. You take a test, and when the second line shows up, you don’t cry.

You freeze.

You stare at it for a long time. Like maybe if you look long enough, it’ll change its mind.

Matt walks in just a few minutes later, carrying takeout and humming to himself. He doesn’t need to ask. He sees your face. He sets the bag down and walks over, crouching beside you.

“Oh no,” he says with a little smile. “What a surprise.”

You tell him you thought he wore protection. He shrugs, eyes fixed on yours. “I did,” he says simply. “They’re not a hundred percent, you know that.”

You know. But something in his tone, too calm, too neat, makes your stomach twist again. You ask if he did this on purpose. His smile widens just a little, the corners of his mouth twitching like he’s trying not to laugh.

“I’d never do anything like that,” he says.

You don’t respond. You can’t. He rises, brushing off his jeans, and then his hand is on your belly.

“Congrats,” he murmurs. “You’re safe now.”

You tell him you’re not keeping it.

“Why not?It’s not like you have anything else. Besides…” He leans in, lips brushing your temple. “What better guarantee of security than carrying a piece of me?”

He starts touching your stomach more often after that. Brings you vitamins. Buys a blanket for the couch that he says is “for you bunny."

You feel like your body isn’t yours anymore, like every decision was rerouted and handed back to you with a smile and a quiet “you’re welcome.”

Matt doesn’t beg you to stay, he just makes it impossible to leave.

-Birdie 🐦

[sweetheart-springs]

xo, sweet-creatures! i'm absolutely thrilled to have you here on my blog. your presence means the world to me because it signifies that soon, you'll have the chance to get to know me a little better. rest assured, i'm not here to make it seem like a chore; this blog is lovingly curated by heartbeamie, filled with insights and information about her truly. take your time, read attentively, and i'm confident you'll discover something that piques your interest too! ♡=}

🍀 ˙ ˖ “그녀를 알고 싶어요...”

b͟r͟i͟t͟a͟n͟i͟a͟ s͟h͟a͟l͟o͟m͟, 🧣♥︎ is the tune i hum along to, but i'm all ears for any new nicknames you might dream up! as a bubbly sagittarian, i make my online realm safe for everyone even though i'm already on my legal age. friendship for me is like an confetti, so i cherising every connection and every socializing i made.

I've  had  a  long  list  of  lovers . . .

music completes my day; i simply can't let my ears go empty without a delightful tune. my playlist is a colorful tapestry of artists, they are daniel caesar, lany, tori kelly, the goo goo dolls, taylor swift, jeff bernat, secondhand serenade, frank ocean, matt maltese, keshi, giveon, alaina castillo, avril lavigne, reality club, olivia rodrigo, joji, the neighbourhood, chase atlantic, the 1975, my chemical romance, niki, fujii kaze, dhruv, vaundy, sabrina carpenter, mitski, wave to earth, mrld and more r&b songs that keeps me discovering new gems every day.

my love for music also embraces indonesian bands that resonate with my cultural roots. i enjoy the heartfelt sounds of for revenge, maliq & d'essentials, dewa 19, last child, juicy luicy, bernadya, and hivi. a bit out of genre, but i also enjoy tracks from feast, lomba sihir, the adams, nosstress, efek rumah kaca, hindia, rumahsakit, fourtwnty, superman is dead, and other similar songs.

그건 그렇고, i also extended my interest in k-pop groups. in the vast realm of k-pop, i find myself drawn to the eclectic sounds of groups like newjeans, enhypen, boynextdoor, kiss of life, aespa, babymonster, illit, weeekly, p1harmony, ive, katseye, but to be honest, my fascination with k-pop extends far beyond these names, as i delve into the diverse offerings of numerous other groups as well.

🂱 "she want to tell you more..."

my interests encompass a wide array of passions— i have a deep appreciation for delicious foods from all corners of the globe. k-dramas, movies, and series, although i must admit, i prefer ones that don't send shivers down my spine with haunting tales! beyond the screen, i always make time for documentaries on national geographic, thrilling soccer matches and badminton games, also some funny youtube channels. moreover, i've developed a keen interest in land and property, spurred by the demands of my day job (yes, i always spend my time playing let's get rich) && roblox! and lastly, but certainly not least, there's my undying affection for pets. puppies, cats, hamsters, i relish the opportunity to not only admire them but also to bestow upon them the most endearing and whimsical names, adding a touch of personal charm to my furry companions' lives! 🫀

please do not follow me if you're unnecessarily disrespectful or rude, hate my favs, any phobic, post too much not safe stuff, spreading hates, and won't interact! </3

would you come closer?...

[hannahsturniolo]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛ

Summary: you and Matt go to the weeknd concert together, and some fans meet the both of you.

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You were getting ready for The Weeknd concert, slipping into an all black outfit, a little revealing, but it made you feel confident and sexy. Matt was matching your vibe, dressed in all black too. You had just finished straightening your hair when he walked into the room, leaning against the doorframe for a second before asking how much longer you’d need.

His eyes scanned over you slowly, and then he smiled, stepping closer. “You look so beautiful, baby. Wow,” he said, coming up behind you while you sat at your vanity. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his face against your neck for a second.

Then he laughed under his breath. “Okay, but your tits look amazing in this top,” he teased, reaching up to gently cup one with a playful squeeze, still holding you close.

You giggled, brushing your hand through your hair. “Of course you’d say that, baby.”

Standing up from your vanity, you turned and wrapped your arms around him in a big hug. He pulled you in close, holding you tight for a second before giving your ass a playful tap that made you laugh.

Hand in hand, he walked you down the stairs and out to the car, never letting go. “No, seriously,” he said, pausing to look at you again. “You look stunning tonight. I swear, if Abel saw you, he’d take my girl”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, giggling as you got into the car.

The whole way to the venue, Matt kept his hand gripped on your thigh, his thumb rubbing slow, calming circles into your skin. He could tell how nervous you were, even without you saying anything.

You were excited, of course, it was The Weeknd, after all, but you also knew the reality of where you were. LA. A huge concert. There was no doubt you’d run into fans, both yours and Matt’s. Being an influencer didn’t make it any easier. Crowds still made you anxious. You never really knew what to expect from people, and that unpredictability always made your nerves spike.

But Matt’s hand on your thigh, steady, warm, reassuring, reminded you you weren’t alone.

When you finally pulled up to the venue, you stepped out of the car, your hand finding Matt’s as you walked toward the entrance. He held on tight, guiding you through the growing crowd with ease, keeping you close the entire time.

As you waited in line for merch, a small group of people nearby suddenly lit up with recognition. “Oh my god, it’s Y/N and Matt!” one of them said excitedly. “Can we get your autograph?”

Within seconds, a few more fans gathered around, phones already out, trying to get a moment with you both.

Matt’s hand never left you. one arm around your waist, fingers resting firmly on the small of your back. He stayed close, protective but calm, making sure you felt safe even with all the attention. You could feel it in the way he kept a steady touch on you, like a silent reminder that he had you, and that you weren’t alone in this.

He smiled and nodded at a few fans, helping keep the moment light, but never once letting go of you.

You posed for a few pictures with some fans, smiling and standing close to Matt as cameras flashed around you. Everyone seemed sweet and excited, until one fan stepped up. He was younger, maybe in his early twenties, and something about the way he looked at you made Matt tense just a little.

The guy kept glancing at your chest while you were signing his shirt, barely making eye contact. Matt’s hand stayed firmly on the small of your back, steady and present like always, but you could feel the shift in his body.

As you leaned in to sign, Matt leaned down too, lowering his voice near your ear. “Baby just be careful,” he murmured softly, eyes still on the guy. “I don’t know about him.”

You gave a small nod without looking over, still smiling politely, but Matt’s hand never moved, grounded, calm, but protective in a way only you could really feel.

You grabbed some merch and made your way to your seats six rows back from the stage. You were buzzing with excitement. A few more fans came over to ask for pictures, and as one girl turned to Matt, she smiled and said, “You’re such a lucky man. Y/N is gorgeous.” Matt didn’t hesitate, he smiled proudly and said, “She really is, isn’t she beautiful?”

The concert started, and you were completely in the moment, dancing, laughing, singing every word like the night would never end.

Matt stayed close behind you, his hand never leaving your body. Whether it was his palm on your lower back, fingers wrapped around your waist, or his arm slipping around you to pull you closer, he needed to feel you. And you could feel him, too. The heat of his body, the tension in the way he touched you like he was holding himself back.

Every so often, he’d lean in, his lips brushing your ear, voice low and rough, “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” or, “You look so fucking good dancing like that.” Each time he spoke, a shiver ran down your spine, your breath catching, heart racing, because you knew exactly what those whispers meant.

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[im-a-matt-girl]

I can’t stop thinking about being in a secret relationship with Matt. I imagine his friends and brothers know but you’re keeping it private from the internet and you just want to be in his presence but he’s streaming so you’re chilling on his bed off camera (with mr wrinkleton) and need to get up so you text him to stretch and block the view of his bed so no one sees movement

tysm for the request, my friend ♡ i hope you like this

I'm all curled up on your bed, holding Mr. Wrinkleton in my lap. I absentmindedly pet him as though he's a real, live little dog while I browse through instagram on my phone. I smirk at all of the flirtatious comments you get on your pictures; your fans don't know about me.

We've been dating for a long time, but we're both private people, and we don't want our relationship to be the source of fan gossip. We are unsure if or when we'll ever go public. I'm sure once we get married, it will be more difficult to hide, but by then, no one else will be able to do anything about it, anyway.

I love being with you, even if we're not talking to or touching each other. Your mere presence calms me. Your brothers understand the nature of our relationship, and they are always so careful to make me feel safe and wanted. They've never once tried to out me, and they support our relationship one hundred percent.

My leg starts to fall asleep, and I need to stretch it. The problem is, you're currently streaming video games on Twitch, and I don't want the camera to catch even a glimpse of my movements, or else the fans will start to suspect something. I think about what my options are, and decide to text you. "Need to stretch. Can you cover the camera please?"

"Hold on, chat, hold on," you say, glancing away from the screen at your phone. "I gotta do something real quick." You mute your mic, pretending like it was an accident, then check the camera up close, so that your face is obscuring the whole view.

I take that as my cue to roll off of your bed as quickly as I can, making sure to leave Mr. Wrinkleton where the viewers won't see him, lest it create a stir in the chat as to how he got there.

As soon as I am out the door, I hear you flick the microphone back on. "Okay," you tell the chat. "Sorry about that. Just had to check on something real quick. Am I in focus now? Can y'all hear me?"

I'm so lucky to have you. You, who loves me more than anyone else. You, who would do anything for me. You, the absolute love of my life.

[thetriplets3]

Heyy, how are you?? Could u please write the prompt “your heart is beating so fast right now” with Matt? Thank youu 😊

♡ heartbeat ♡

hi anon thank you for your request ♥️

I’ve known you three since elementary school and we’ve been best friends ever since but something always drew me to you. You’re the one I look for in a crowded room, the one I go to when I need comforting, you understand me like no one else. Sometimes you have a hard time expressing what you’re feeling but you show it in other ways. You love eye contact, I love knowing that you’re undivided attention is on me and that you really care about what I’m saying. You love placing your hand on my back when we’re walking, draping your arm over my shoulder, just little touches that remind me you’re there if I need you.

Nick invited me over for a movie night but he and Chris quickly fell asleep not far into the movie. Not wanting to wake them, you turned the movie off and suggested we watch the rest in your room. Settling into separate sides of the bed you continue the movie where we left off. I’m curled up on the right side of the bed fighting the urge to fall asleep.

“You um you can come cuddle if you want” you say shyly.

With a blush rising on my cheeks, I scoot myself over towards you, tucking myself under your open arms and resting my head on your chest. Draping my arm across your body, your right arm holding me close to you, gently running your fingers along my back. Your other arm rests gently on the arm I have draped over you, mindlessly playing with the ends of my hair. I’ve never felt safer than I do when I’m in your arms. I’ve suddenly become very aware of how fast my heart is beating and I can’t help but wonder if you can feel it. Of course you can, you always pick up on the smallest things.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now, the movie isn’t even scary” you chuckle.

“It’s not the movie,” I say softly.

“What is it then? Are you okay?” Concern drips from your voice.

I don’t know why I’m so nervous, it’s just you. We’re affectionate with each other all the time this isn’t anything new yet it is.

“You” I say barely loud enough to be heard.

“Why? Am I doing something you don’t like? I’m sorry” You blurted out, panicked.

“No, never I like this a lot actually, I feel safe. It just feels different than what we usually do, in a good way of course. This feels like couples cuddling rather than friends and it’s making me nervous because I like how this feels, and I like our little moments of affection because they make me feel loved and safe, I want to have these moments forever with you- oh my god I need to stop talking” I ramble, covering my face with my hand in embarrassment.

“I like this too. I like having you around, your presence makes everything better. I want this to last forever too. I don’t know how to explain it but this just feels right to me, holding you, being the one to show you love and make you feel safe. I want a lifetime of this with you” you admit, confirming our feelings for each other.