#emo!matt

[muwapsturniolo]

Raw Dawg 𐂯 M. Sturniolo

"We uhh...W-we could go raw?"

⟢ NSFW CONTENT AHEAD, smut, fingering, condoms/raw sex, snowballing (or some version of it?), that's it me thinks. let me know if i missed something please!!!!

part 1 here (you don't have to read part one because it's chris. this is just the matt version!!)

Dividers are made by @bernardsbendystraws (as usual)

Needy.

That's what you and Matt were both feeling.

It had to have been something in the air. The two of you woke up that morning with an anxious feeling in the pit of your stomachs. However, it wasn't anxious in a way that made you feel sick, no, it was something good.

As the two of you went about your day, the touches lingered, and the glances lasted longer than they should have. There were a few times his words seemed to have a double meaning, and there were also a few times when you shot him your famous bedroom eyes.

The day was filled with strong sexual tension - neither of you could handle it anymore.

The door shoots open as both of you tumble into his bedroom, teeth clashing, tongues tangled, and clothes falling - you couldn't get enough of each other.

As soon as you both land on the bed, his fingers find their way to your excessively wet cunt. It's not an exaggeration, you were dripping. You could feel it all day, the slimy liquid seeping out of you, squelching softly between your folds.

"Shit-" he hisses as he pulls away from the feverish kiss, looking down between your bodies. Your inner thighs were drenched with your own mess, his middle and ring finger looking the exact same. His mind was going crazy trying to figure out if he wanted to taste you, or simply fuck you. Both seemed like wonderful options, but with the way you're looking at him, he knew which option to go with.

He shoves his soaked fingers in your mouth, letting you taste your own juices as he haphazardly reaches into the nightstand for a condom. He tears it open with ease, having done it many times before. It was second nature to him, the two of you deciding it was the best contraceptive.

He rolls the condom on quickly, your hands holding the back of your knees as he lines himself up. In one swift motion, he was inside of you, both of you moaning at the first sense of relief. He grasps your thighs, starting to give you the pleasure you both so desperately crave, however, an issue occurs.

You whimper as he slips out of you, his tip prodding at the lower entrance you two don't indulge in. "Shit- I'm sorry sweetheart!" He grabs his dick once more and slides it inside of you, but it happens again,

and again

and again

and again

"Matt," you whine, tears of frustration already building in your eyes. He was frustrated too, all he wanted to do was fuck his girlfriend for hours on end - and he couldn't.

"Fuck sweetheart, I know I know. You're too fuckin' wet, I-I can't stay in!" He rakes his brain trying to think of a way to make this work.

"Get on top."

He catches the glare you give him and he groans, "Dawg, I don't know - Did you just call me dawg?" You stare at him in disbelief, there was no way he just called you, his girlfriend, dawg.

"First you tell me to get on top, and now you're calling me dawg?"

"Ok ok I'm sorry! I don't know what you want me to do! You're too fuckin' wet for me to actually fuck you and you being on top is the best thing I can think of!"

The two of you stare at each other, breathing harshly and frustrated. Both of your minds are buzzing with ways to make this work. The tension has been building all day, and you both were determined to make this work. It was only a few seconds later when Matt got an idea, his body language becoming shy.

"We uhh...W-we could go raw?"

"Matt- I know! We never go raw, we agreed on that, but baby I don't know what else to do. I really need you." His hands rub over the back of your thighs needily. You look over his face with an unsure look. Of course you wanted to have sex with him, you've been waiting all day, but would you risk going raw?

"...Fine, we can go raw. Just make sure you pull-" You're cut off with his lips slamming against yours, your body already melting into the kiss.

"Pull out, I know."

In one swift movement, he takes the soaked condom off, throwing it to the floor with no care. He was eager, he finally gets to experience sex with you raw.

Just like the previous times, he lines himself up, slowly pushing in.

It was shocking how much of a difference condoms made. You could feel everything, his warmth, the vein running up the side of his dick. He could finally feel the real warmth of your velvety walls, the sponge-like texture.

You two felt close - Connected.

He starts off with a few slow thrusts, trials if you will. When he realized that he was finally staying inside, something in him changed.

He pushes your legs to your chest, his grip harsh as he begins slamming into you vigorously. Your eyes roll back, your jaw dropping at the new and incredible feeling. The headboard was slamming into the wall, surely leaving dents and scratches into the plaster.

His moans combine with yours, creating a pitch-perfect harmony. Your bodies are covered in a thin layer of sweat, the heat between you too making the room smell like a mixture of lust and love.

You felt good, so good to the point where you no longer cared.

You manage to push his hands away from your thighs, your legs collapsing on the bed as you pull him closer. Your eyes are half-lidded, glossy as you give him those puppy dog eyes.

"P-Please, need you to c-cum in me!" You urge, pleading for him to give you something you usually would never want - but it was a craving, you were feigning for it.

You needed it.

You miss the way his pupils dilate due to him slamming into you with newfound vigor, your eyes rolling all the way back as your body lurches with each thrust. You could feel the tip of his dick reaching your cervix, nudging the sensitive spot and making you see stars.

"Fuck- god m'so close!" He grunts, his jaw clenched as he tries to get you closer to the edge.

He doesn't have to work that hard, all it took was him moaning in your ear and you were releasing all over him. You let out a small scream as your juices splash between you both, wetting the sheets beneath you as well as both your bodies.

Your nails rake down his back, leaving deep scratch marks on his milky skin as he continues to rut into you. It was becoming too much and he knew it. He whispers sweet words into your ear as he pumps into you relentlessly

"Gonna cum soon. You want me t'fill you up? Give you my babies?"

"Gonna look so pretty preg- oh fuck!"

The idea of you being filled to the brim with his seed, and being pregnant, was enough to send him over, his body shaking as he moans and groans into your ear.

The two of you lay there, fucked out and sweaty as you try to catch your breath. He sits up and pulls out of you, pushing your legs back to watch himself drip out of you.

You were a sight for sore eyes, you looked so pretty like this.

He couldn't help himself.

Despite knowing you're sensitive, he lowers his body and attaches his mouth to your cunt. You jerk and grab at his hair, yanking harshly as you feel his fingers dipping into you. Thankfully it wasn't long, but you still had no chance to catch your breath.

It was something so new and erotic, the way his lips met yours and his tongue pushed the warm salty liquid in your mouth. You moan at the taste, swallowing each drop eagerly.

He pulls back from the sloppy and lustful kiss, staring at you with hungry eyes.

"No condoms for the rest of the night. Hands and knees, now."

[nbayoungmeg]

i need a emo!matt fic based of this. NEOW

like come on

[humpster35]

With his last breath

Emo!Matt x Popular!Reader

|Contains: bullying, sad themes, depression,anxiety, mention of self harm, yelling and mention of gang activity.

Diamond will used as a nickname for popular!reader

The school bell rang. The sound that signaled it was time for math class. It was a sound Matt had come to hate. He hated the feeling in his chest that felt like he couldn’t breathe, the way his eyes started to tear up as he walked past her.

As Matt put on his headphones, he made a left into the hallway to where the lockers were. Matt knew that he was getting ready to face her, and as if on cue, the girl passed him. He stumbled back a bit—feeling a slight shove.

“Move it emo.” The girl spoke whilst her hair swung side to side. The skirt swaying with her hips as she walked to the lockers.

Diamond was the schools golden child. She always got good grades, was on the schools cheer team and even dated the most popular guy in the whole school. Even though she wouldn’t admit it, they had grown up together. Diamond was always over at Matt’s house, because of a certain someone. Matt knew the guy very well, he was creative, hyper and an idiot.

As Matt put away his books, the loud music blaring in his ears still couldn’t drown out Chris’s loud laughter. With the roll of his eyes he walked up to the boys locker, determined to finally confront him.

Chris was he more outgoing brother. He’s always been more open to meeting new people and accepting them for who they are. Chris does however, have a hard time being told the truth about things. His mentality is, if it’s not broken, don’t try and fix it. Meaning he would never see Diamond in the light that Matt did, of course she’d never reveal it either.

Chris had met Diamond in seventh grade. They became the schools IT couple in no time, with her witty and snarky demeanor, along with Chris’s golden retriever energy, they were straight out of comic book.

“Chris.” Matt’s voice came out in almost a whisper as he watched his brother stare at Diamond apply lipstick. Chris looked at Matt and smiled immediately. Chris has always loved his brother, even though the two were so different and people talked, Chris never stopped showing Matt how much he cared about him.

“Matt. Hey what’s up?”

Matt didn’t smile and just pat Chris’s back. He could smell the weed emitting off his body and scratched his nose.

“I’m here for my math book. I gave it to you to use on Friday?”

Chris nodded and looked at Diamond. The girl was already staring at Matt, her gaze felt triggering to him. With a scoff she grabbed the book from Chris’s locker and basically threw it at Matt’s feet. Chris didn’t notice this though, as he started talking to his plug.

When Chris had got into a hockey accident and his leg became broken, his friend Trilly started giving him weed to help keep him calm. Ever since, he’s been using it and even got Matt to get high one time. Chris stopped speaking to Trilly for reasons Matt doesn’t know of, so he found a new supplier.

Matt picked the book up, feeling Diamond’s eyes on him. Once he stood back up, he locked eyes with her and for a second and noticed how she looked almost scared. That is until Chris came back and started making out with her right in front of Matt. This was normal for him, as Matt started thinking about old times, he walked to his next class.

Back in seventh grade, when Chris and Diamond started dating, she would hang out at their house. During the times Chris had to use the bathroom or go out of the room, Matt became a target for Diamonds rude remarks.

Seventh grade year was also the same time Chris had joined a gang. Nick, Matt and his parents were running low on money and someone needed to step up. Matt being the quiet one, didn’t even have a say in what decisions needed to be made. Nick was slowly but surely becoming afraid of Chris’s quick temper, so he allowed him to do what he want and rarely came around anymore.

When Diamond came into the picture that made Matt’s life an even more living hell. She would always point out the dark circles under his eyes or how quiet he was. Diamond even went as far as to calling Matt “creeper mattyb.”

It’s a childish thing to say, yes. Although Matt remembers how much Nick and Chris laughed at her antics. One time when Chris and Nick had hockey practice, Diamond came over. Matt stayed at home to play video games, because he had the flu. When Diamond saw Matt sitting in the living room eating, she would put on “shows” that included wearing one of his jackets and fake mimic slitting her wrists.

Diamond saw the tears forming in Matt’s eyes and stopped. She would hug him and tell him how sorry she was, but went back to her old ways when she got around Chris.

Matt never found the courage to tell his brothers. He didn’t wanna make Chris sad, especially since he’s always said he wanted to marry her. Nick did catch on to how much of a glare Diamond would give Matt. They would all be sitting on the couch or in the pool, and she would purposely scoot closer to him and make an angry face at him. This was when they were about 13 and Diamond was 12.

Matt finally made it to his class and found a seat in the far back on the right hand side. He always wanted a seat that he could look out the window of.

He has never been bad at school at all. Matt’s depression has just gotten worse lately. He recently found out a girl he was interested in and had been talking to, cheated on him. That and the fact that a gang named “Ricochet” had been going around killing people.

His relationship or situationship felt so raw to him. This was something he kept to himself obviously but, Diamond saw right through him.

It was one of Diamonds friends named Sonny. The girl had a known reputation but Matt didn’t wanna past judgement on her too quickly. I mean he was the “emo” of the school.

Matt sighed and started to actually pay attention in class. He knew no one in this class which was amazing. As he wrote down the equations on the board, the door opened and in walked Principle Moore. She looked upset and pulled Mrs. Tiron to the side to talk.

The teacher walked back inside, but not alone, behind her was Diamond. The school’s golden girl. Why was she here? Matt observed the situation carefully. She didn’t look sad or even upset, Diamond walked to the back of the classroom and sat in an empty desk next to Matt.

“Emo freak.” She spat and flipped her hair.

Matt noticed she did that a lot, would call him a name and then flip her hair. But he totally didn’t care about her so he just went back to writing down his work.

Diamond gritted her teeth and snatched Matt’s pencil away from him. She couldn’t understand why he didn’t pay attention to her.

“Listen to me when i’m speaking.”

Matt looked into her eyes and waited for her to continue.

Diamond smirked seeing how submissive he was being. His eyes were even dark than usual and his lips were a much paler pink.

“You that heartbroken that Sonny cheated on you?” Diamonds taunted.

Matt didn’t speak and looked at a tattoo on the side of her waist.

“You got a tattoo?”

Diamond looked down and then scrunched her face up before speaking.

“Why the fuck are you looking at my waist. Just wait until I tell your brother about this.”

Matt sighed and took his pencil back again.

“I’m older than Chris by the way.” He shot her a glance before continuing, “You should know that much, with as long as you’ve known us.”

Diamond remained silent for the next three minutes. The anxious bouncing of Matt’s knee caught her attention and she placed a hand softly on it.

Matt’s mind was racing at the thought of going home, seeing his mother tired from working herself to the bone and his dad nowhere to be found. He knew that Chris was gonna have to make another run later on, and he was gonna have to come with. He wished Nick was still around.

Diamond gave his knee a soft squeeze and pat. Matt stopped and continue writing. His body felt more calm and it’s like he escaped the panic attack that had been building and building. All because of Diamonds hand on his knee.

“You still a crybaby huh?” Diamond smiled softly and wiped a forming tear from Matt’s eye. She sighed and turned her attention to her own work. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and the principle came back in.

Diamond grabbed her things and got ready to leave but turned to Matt.

“Don’t worry Matty. Chris is gonna be careful this time.” Matt hated when she called him that. Her hand was on his shoulder and she rolled her eyes in annoyance of having to calm down him again.

Matt nodded and his puppy dog eyes made Diamonds own eyes soften. There was a heart inside of her after all.

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[wastelandzella]

emoboy!matt core ♱

[eeyoresturnz]

I fear I have nothing appropriate to say right now …

Matt in a leather vest?!?!? Okay rockstar boyfriend

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[core-bands]

Bring Me The Horizon — Follow You

[likebringingaknifetoagunfight]

bring me the horizon in a basement 2005

haha oli’s pretty cute here IDGAF also they look like theyre balding here all 3 of them

[y3sterdaysproblem]

DARK WAVE AU INTRO

how sunshine and alt!chris met

“welcome in.”

the monotonous voice drones out from across the record store, making your best friend next to you chuckle. “it’s me, chris,” she calls out, making the boy at the counter lift his head suddenly. “oh, hi,” he says with a small, closed mouth smile, sending a wave her way. his eyes glance over at you for a split second before he looks back down at the catalog in front of him.

“where’s matt? i have something for you both.” iris tells him, walking up to stand on the other side of the counter, placing a small tupperware container on it. you follow behind her, eyes wandering around the cute record shop you’d never been to, listening to the music floating through the air.

“matt!” chris yells suddenly, startling you out of your thoughts. you turn your attention back to him, seeing him pulling the container closer to him and peeling it open. “iris is here! with…” his eyes flick up at you and he furrowed his eyes for a moment. “a girl!”

you let out a small giggle at his choice of words, the girlish sound causing him to narrow his eyes at you before he looks away again. matt emerges from the office tucked away in the back corner of the record store, a smile instantly blooming on his face when his eyes land on his girlfriend waiting patiently for him.

“hi, sweetheart,” he says as he walks closer, wrapping his arm around your friend and pressing his lips against her cheek briefly. “hi,” she beams at him, hugging him quickly before she pulls away and goes to stand next to you. “you know my best friend i’m always telling you about?”

matt looks past iris and towards you, his expression brightening as he realizes who you are. “yeah. sunshine, right?” he asks politely, stepping away from his girlfriend to reach a hand out towards you which you take, shaking it gently. “that’s me!” you beam, smile near twinkling in the sun shining through the windows.

he smiles back at you almost just as blindingly, immediately understanding everything iris has told him about you. “i’m matt and this is my brother chris,” he introduces, gesturing over to the boy behind the counter quickly. chris doesn’t do or say anything, just continues watching the interaction unfold. you bounce over to the register and reach your hand over the counter, french manicure pointing towards him. “hi, chris,” you drawl with a flirtatious undertone that iris laughs at.

chris looks down at your hand then back up at your eyes, almost like he’s trying to figure out how hard he’s judging you before settling on very hard. “hi,” he responds, keeping his hands at his sides. this doesn’t deter you, though, smile still wide. “it’s nice to finally meet you both, i hear a lot about you!” you tell them, placing both hands on your hips and spinning back to face matt who was way more interested in holding a conversation.

“likewise,” matt responds kindly. “what are you guys stopping in for?”

iris’s face lights up as she remembers your reason for stopping in, grabbing the tupperware she had brought from chris who was already inspecting the contents. “we brought you guys some breakfast sandwiches since i figured you’re both running on a monster and nicotine.”

matt lets out a low “mmm” at the sight and smell hitting his senses, wasting no time in reaching for one and taking a bite, finding it to still be warm. chris grabs the second one inside and does the same, biting into it and humming in satisfaction. “thanks, iris,” he says with a mouthful of food which makes you chuckle, finding his mannerisms charming despite his very clear effort in making you disinterested. “oh, sunny made them,” iris tells chris, refusing to take any of the credit.

chris looks back up at you, expression completely unreadable as he chewed, waiting until he swallowed to nod his head in your direction and offer a quiet ‘thanks’ before taking another bite.

you weren’t sure if it was his obvious lack of interest in you or the way he desperately tried to appear mysterious and surface level, but one thing you were sure of was you wanted to uncover all of his layers and get him to open up to you in a way he refused to do with anybody else, and from that day on in the tiny record shop, you were hooked.

[pleiadesbae]

Bing Me The Horizon in 2009 when they set a big pile of wood on fire that was meant for some local tradition.

[muwapsturniolo]

Grabbers ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི M Sturniolo

“I forgot I had plans, streams over. Bye.”

Masturbation(f), uhhh sex tape? Idk I can’t think of what the actual name is but yall better yuh like Ariana!

this for my bae @leoslaboratory cause i owe her a matt fic. also cred to @bernardsbendystraws for the divider!!!!

Matt loved to spoil you.

He loved to pamper you, constantly sending you money so you could keep up with your quote-on-quote “high-maintenance lifestyle”.

He had no issues with it, why would he? He knew you could afford it and that you never would ask him for anything.

He just loved how good you felt and looked after getting your hair done, your lashes done, a facial, and your nails and .

You were already beautiful, he made sure to tell you that often, but it was something about seeing you look so fresh that just made him feel good.

So when he sent you money telling you to "go get your nails and toes done", you thought nothing of it. You went ahead and called your usual nail girl, hoping she could fit you in.

Luckily for you, she could. She also had a recommendation for you as well.

Matt was streaming when you sent him a picture of your nails, he couldn’t help but smile, ignoring the chat as they questioned why he was geekin’ at his phone.

However, what he didn’t expect was for you to send a video. Maybe you had gotten crystals on your nails and you wanted him to see them glimmer in the light- but something told him otherwise.

He was curious to say the least, the thumbnail of the video being your face with a rather seductive smile.

He decided to proceed with caution, not saying a word and simply muting his mic. He clicks on the video and his eyes widen.

It starts off with you smiling into the camera, slowly trailing your new nails down to your bare breast. His eyes nervously dart toward the monitor before looking back at the phone just in time to see you tweak at your pierced nipples.

You eventually move the phone down lower, showing off the rest of your naked body.

He knows the stream is curious about what he’s watching, he knows he’s probably red in the face - he just doesn’t care.

His eyes analyze the screen as you spread your plump thighs, your hand immediately going in between your legs and towards your pulsating heat.

He feels disappointment as the video ends, hoping he would actually get to see you touch yourself. However, his disappointment is long forgotten when he sees a new video pop up. With hasty fingers, he clicks on it and feels the air being knocked out of his lungs.

You had managed to prop your phone up between your legs, giving him a perfect view of your glistening cunt. He could feel his pants tighten as your hand came into view, the new nails adding a certain je ne sais quoi to the video.

It’s like he was in a trance, his eyes following the movement of your fingers as you drew circles against your clit. Your moans were just as captivating as your hand movements, the way you moaned his name causing a shiver to run up his spine.

“Matt what the fuck are you doing bro?”

He ignored Chris’s voice, keeping his eyes and ears on the risqué video of you.

He could hear the lewd squelching of your juices, the wet sound making him wish it was his own fingers or even his mouth making you feel this good.

His mouth parts slightly watching as your favorite dildo comes into view.

It was a mold of his dick, made in pink.

“Fuck-“ he mutters just as you push the dildo into your aching hole, your moans only getting louder. He couldn’t see, he could only imagine the way your eyes rolled back and your lips parted.

His eyes focus on the white ring already forming at the base of the dildo. God, how he wishes it was him.

He could tell you were close, the way you sped up the pumping of the dildo, your other hand stuttering against your clit.

“Oh fuck! Shit, Matt Matt Ma-“

It’s like the odds were against him, your orgasm hitting you full throttle and making your foot knock over your phone, causing him to miss his favorite part.

He curses to himself, now frustrated sexually.

Without thinking too much about it, he unmutes his mic, his jaw clenched and voice strained.

“I forgot I had plans, streams over. Bye.”

He doesn’t waste a second in jumping up and grabbing his things, darting out of his room and out of the house. He hears his brothers shouting for him, but he only has one thing on his mind and it’s you.

He arrives at your house in no time, barging through the front door and rushing to your room. As he enters, he sees you already kneeling on your bed, looking at him innocently.

He quickly approaches, cupping your face in his hands.

“You’re a fuckin’ tease, you know that?” You smile at him, already starting to palm him through the material of his pants.

“I just wanted to thank you for my new nails…do you like them?”

He shudders softly as you snake your hand down his pants, wrapping it around his dick and stroking softly.

“Course I do sweetheart. I really like the ‘m’, it was a nice touch.”

“Yeah? A nice touch?” You begin to pull his pants down, eager to satisfy him and show him how grateful you are.

“Mhm, such a nice touch.” Silence follows as he wraps a hand around his own dick and pushes your head towards his angry red tip.

“Use your hands too. Wanna see the nails I paid for put to good use.”

[mattsariella]

✮nervous

˖⋆࿐໋emo!submatt x smalltown!reader

ᝰ.ᐟ matt can’t keep his fingers out of his mouth…

warnings: smut, p in v, riding, verbal insults?, nail biting, implied established safe word.-lmk if I missed any

You were on top of him, as fucking always. Matt was a groaning, whimpering crying mess below you. His hands desperately pawed at your hips, needing something to hold onto.

“Hands to yourself Matt” you interrupted shoving them off

You bounced on his dick with ease, chasing the orgasm that you knew wasn’t coming anytime soon. But you still loved the way Matt stirred below you, teary eyed and sweaty. He was struggling to keep up and you knew it. Your hand tussled in his hair, grinning back down at his pathetic expression, the way his breath heaved with the added contact.

“i-I um mmf” Matt moaned helplessly trying to form a sentence

“Mmm what was that Matt?” You questioned mockingly, him only letting out a quiet sob in response.

“Pathetic” you hummed “fucking pathetic”

Your hand left its grip on his hair, travelling to his waist. Dragging your fingers in carful traces down his sides as he squirmed in desperation.

“Mmf-f-fuck y/n stop i-i can’t” Matt cried holding your wrists tightly as he stared up at you with a pleading look. “I-im gonna c-mmf cum if y-ou keep doing that” he practically sobbed “t-too soon f-fuck”

You giggled at his pleas but he was right, the torture would have him untied in seconds if your continued, and you weren’t there yet. Which was exactly why you didn’t stop. You shushed him gently, continuing you soft strokes of your hand past his stomach and chest, his skin twitching through every move.

“I-i can’t hold it mmf fuck im s-sorry” he groaned, Matt had used all his willpower lasting as long as he did but this was his tipping point.

“S’alright Matt let it go” you smiled at him, pace of your hips unwavering.

Within seconds of your words Matt’s hands were gripping his sheets desperately as he finished with a loud sobbing moan. You however didn’t stop, or even slow as you continued to grind down on him, his release guiding even smoother movements of your hips. As the stimulation continued Matt squirmed desperately, looking up at you with pleading eyes, chest nearly concaving.

“I-im done why are y-you still going” Matt questioned meekly, trying to hold back the whimpers leaving his open lips. You chuckled dryly at his plea, your hand pressing down his chest to still his arching.

“I’m not done though? Am I Matt?” You snap, picking up the pace of your hips. His squirms intensifying.

Your legs pinned his together as he kicked and thrashed underneath you. He knew he could make you stop if he needed to, but he didn’t, you knew how much he secretly loved this. Matt arched his back desperately, his dick pushing further into you, your pace slowing but intensified.

“I-it hurts” Matt whimpered below you, his eyes staring anywhere but your face.

“You’re fine” you mutter with a cruel roll of your eyes. It probably did hurt, but you were ok with that.

You began to feel yourself getting closer, throwing your head back from the sudden increase of pleasure. Matt stared up at you mesmerised, he loved watching you like this, his cheeks flushing a dark red as his gaze locked on your blissed expression.

Just as the pressure intensified from your growing orgasm, Matt begin to feel the knot in his stomach return. Small, weak moans left his lips as he stared up at you, your gaze eventually falling to ment his. The eye contact only grew the well of pleasure that was building in him, it somehow scared him, and you loved it.

Matt’s shaking hand moved to his mouth as he weakly bit this thumbnail, just as he always did when he was nervous. His eyes fell from your view, looking down to his hand has he tried to focus on not going red. His thumb failed to stifle the cries and whimpers that left his lips, his oncoming collapse becoming obvious.

“Get your fucking hand out of your mouth Matt” you spat, pulling his thumb away from his own grip. You shook your head tauntingly at his pitiful state, the smirk you were hiding poking through the corners of your mouth.

“I-im sorry-fuck you just make me nervous” he huffed with embarrassment.

“Good” you grinned as your pace quickened.

ᝰ.ᐟ a/n: yayy first mini fic for the au!! These fics/blurbs/etc won’t be in any kind of order so feel free when requesting to ask for different time frames, aka before they met, when they were just friends, and so on. Also don’t be shy to ask for genres other than smut, I also love writing fluff and angst :)

divider creds: @bernardsbendystraws

taglist: @mattilda987 @lolastrniolo @courta13

[foxmurdock]

When Karen comes back, Matt gets softer, more quiet, and yeah, sure, he's in a lot of pain, so it could be that, but Karen is back and she actually listens to him about the hit on foggy, she believes him and helps. She doesn't make him feel insane and try to shut him down.

Matt's life is in shambles once again but he'd rather have this than continue to live in the fake purgatory he was floating through. Karen comes back and Matt starts to feel real again.

[hotelstares]

[mattmurdeaux]

ABCs with MATTHEW MICHAEL MURDOCK ✍️

Part I: A-J

[c0ffee1]

midwest emo world

[jackieexxo]

Ok diva