#matt: big wheel

[nocontextspiderman]

Invincible Iron Man vol. 2 #7 (2008)

[damnhotmsimmons]

Daniel and some of the projects he's been in and the roles he's played

[cesium-sheep]

okay she booked the truck which means she's committed to a moving day. (mid june)

[rafeslittlepup]

that morning he told you, “wear something cute. we’re going out.” so you did. white mini dress, kitten heels, and a new gloss that smelled like strawberries.

but the road kept going. past town, past cell service, past anything that felt remotely like brunch or a mall.

“rafey?” you asked, voice small as you clutched your dior purse, heart picking up in that way it always did when his knuckles tightened on the wheel. he didn’t answer yet. just kept driving.

thirty minutes later, he pulled up to an old shooting range that looked like it hadn’t seen people, or rules, in years. you blinked at him.

“why are we here?”

he just smirked, putting the earmuffs on.

“gonna teach you how to handle something real today...”

and you didn’t get it at first. but then he set the rifle down in front of you. big, matte black, military-grade. he adjusted the bipod with one hand and guided you closer with the other, his big fingers curling around your delicate bare arm.

“it’s not that hard, baby. just breathe, and do exactly what I say, ‘kay?”

you were shaking a little. the unfamiliar weight of the metal in your hands and the way he looked at you like this was a test. a little game.

“what if I miss?” you whispered.

he leaned in, mouth grazing your ear. “you won’t.”

when you fired, the echo rang louder than you expected. your shoulder jolted, letting a small high-pitched scream. he laughed, low and proud and a little bit feral.

“that’s my girl.”

[oopsiedaisydeer]

melatonin

angst, fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers, melatonin addiction (metaphorically), jealousy, showering together, please just communicate already, pining, tension, oblivious

word count - 8k

The drive from the airport is quiet, the kind of quiet that isn’t exactly uncomfortable but isn't exactly comfortable either. Just… there. Chris has one hand on the wheel, the other tapping absentmindedly against his thigh. Every so often, his fingers twitch like he wants to reach for the volume knob, but he never follows through.

“You can play your music if you want,” she offers, just to break the silence.

Chris exhales, kind of amused, kind of relieved. “Yeah? You’re not too tired?”

She rolls her eyes. “Please. You act like I haven’t been forced to listen to your music in Matt’s car a million times.”

That earns her a little laugh, but he scrolls through his phone anyway, puts on something easy, something familiar. The first notes of a Mac Miller song hum through the car. She lets her forehead rest against the window, feeling the warmth of LA’s night air pressing against the glass.

When they finally get to the house, Chris grabs her suitcase from the trunk, nodding toward the door. “Come on, before I pass out on the driveway.”

Inside, the house is quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge. Matt and Nick must already be asleep. Chris hauls her suitcase down the hall, stopping outside his room.

“Alright, so, you can take my bed,” he says, rubbing his face like the exhaustion is finally catching up to him.

“What? No, it’s fine, I can take the couch,” she protests.

“Nah, the couch is ass,” he shoots back immediately. “I fall asleep on it all the time, I’d know.”

“Then where are you gonna sleep?”

Chris shrugs, already walking into his room and grabbing some sweats from the dresser. “I’ll just go up to Matt’s.”

He says it so casually, like it’s no big deal, but she hesitates. “You really don’t have to—”

“Dude, I’m literally in my own house. I think I can find somewhere to sleep. Matt doesn’t mind.” He disappears into the bathroom, voice muffled as he brushes his teeth. “Besides, I wouldn’t get any sleep in here anyway.”

That makes her pause. “What do you mean?”

Chris spits out toothpaste, rinses his mouth, then leans in the doorway, running a hand through his hair. He looks tired. More than tired.

“Eh,” he shrugs. “Dunno. Just been sleeping like shit lately. Stress or whatever.”

She doesn’t push, but something about the way he says it, like it’s normal, sits weird in her chest. He disappears again to change, still talking.

“Swear to God, I was sleeping in Matt’s room the other week, and I got sleep paralysis. You ever get that?”

She wrinkles her nose. “No, thank God.”

“Shit’s terrifying,” Chris mutters. “I always see some nightmare-looking thing, and I get stuck in these weird lucid dreams.”

She makes a face. “Alright, well. Sweet dreams.”

Chris just laughs, tugging his hoodie over his head. “Yeah, yeah.” He throws a pillow onto the bed for her, yawns into his sleeve, then heads for the door.

She watches him go, then, on impulse, grabs the remote and turn on the TV. The glow fills the room, casting soft shadows on the walls.

Chris stops in the doorway. “What are you doing?”

“Watching some youtube.”

Chris squints at her, then at the screen. “You don’t even like my recommendations.”

She shrugs. “I always watch youtube before bed.”

Chris scoffs, but he’s already walking back toward the bed. He kicks off his slides, plops down on the mattress, and grabs the remote from her hand like he was always planning on staying.

For a while, it’s just the two of them, bathed in the glow of the TV, flipping through videos, making fun of whatever’s on the screen. He stretches out next to her, close enough that she can feel the warmth of him, even though neither of them acknowledge it.

At some point, one video blurs into the next, the voices on screen turning into white noise. Her eyelids grow heavier. Chris mumbles something about closing his eyes for a second.

Neither of them mean to fall asleep. But you do.

Sunlight leaks through the blinds, spilling over tangled sheets and the forgotten remote. She stirs first, half-aware of the weight pressed into the mattress beside her.

Chris is still asleep, face smushed into the pillow, hoodie slipping off his shoulder. His breathing is deep, even. Peaceful.

Then, slowly, he shifts, stretching like a cat before cracking one eye open.

He blinks at her. Then at the TV. Then back at her.

“You didn’t kick me out,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

“You didn’t leave,” she points out.

Chris hums, rolling onto his back. His gaze flickers toward the ceiling, thoughtful.

Then, soft, barely there, “Damn. I haven’t slept that good in forever.”

She doesn’t know what to say to that. So she doesn’t say anything.

Chris yawns, then turns his head, shooting her a lazy grin. “Guess you’re like melatonin or something.”

She rolls her eyes, pushing his arm. “Don’t be weird.”

Chris just laughs, stretching again before flopping dramatically onto the pillow.

“Whatever, dude. I’m just saying,” he mutters, already half-asleep again.

And for some reason, that weird feeling from last night settles a little.

Slowly but surely, an accident became a routine.

The next night, Chris was talking to her before heading up to Matt’s room, just like before. She had started a video, some dumb commentary channel she liked, and he had sat on the edge of the bed, watching over her shoulder, pretending like he wasn’t actually interested.

Somewhere between one video and the next, he had stretched out beside her, claiming it was more comfortable than craning his neck. And then, at some point after that, he had fallen asleep. She didn’t mind. She fell asleep soon after.

The next morning, he stirred awake to the feeling of warmth beside him. His room smelled different…cleaner, softer, like her shampoo. The sheets rustled, and when he opened his eyes, he saw her lying there, still half-asleep.

“Morning,” she murmured, voice thick with sleep.

Chris blinked at the ceiling. He hadn’t woken up once last night. No tossing and turning, no staring at the walls until exhaustion took over. Just… sleep. Real, deep sleep. He turned his head toward her, voice groggy.

“I take it back. I think that was the best sleep I’ve ever had.”

She huffed a small laugh, rubbing her eyes before reaching for her phone. “Good to know I make an effective substitute for melatonin.”

He grinned, shaking his head, but didn’t argue.

By the third night, he didn’t even try going upstairs.

He still made a show of pretending he was just there to talk, of course. He’d walk in, plop down onto the bed, ask her some dumb question about whatever video she was watching. She’d answer, play along, knowing exactly what he was doing. And when she eventually switched the screen off, pulled the blankets up, and turned off the lamp, he was still there.

Neither of them said anything about it.

And if, over time, he started inching closer, if she stopped sleeping with her back to him, if they eventually woke up tangled in the mornings, well… no one had to know.

Except Nick did find out.

He had barged into Chris’s room one morning, complaining about something random, only to freeze mid-sentence. His eyes flicked from Chris’s arm slung around her waist to the way her face was pressed into the pillow, and then back again.

Chris blinked, barely awake. “What?”

Nick made a face. “Dude.”

Chris groaned, rolling onto his back and rubbing his eyes. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Nick crossed his arms. “It looks like you’re spooning our best friend.”

Chris scoffed, sitting up. “I was not spooning her.”

Nick raised an eyebrow.

Chris glanced over. She was still curled up, half-asleep, completely unbothered.

“Okay, maybe I was,” he admitted, voice low. “But it’s not a thing. We’re just friends, you know that.”

Nick didn’t look convinced. “Wait till I tell Matt. He’s gonna think it’s weird.”

Chris flopped back onto the pillows, sighing. “Matt thinks everything is weird.”

“Yeah, well, I think it’s weird too.”

Chris waved a lazy hand in the air. “Then don’t think about it.”

Nick stared at him for another second, then exhaled, shaking his head. “Whatever, dude.” He turned to leave, muttering, “You’re weird.”

Chris ignored him.

But later, when he found himself awake before her again, when he saw the way she had drifted closer in the night, how easy it was, how natural, it made his chest feel tight.

He didn’t know what that meant. He wasn’t sure he wanted to.

That afternoon, as she rummaged through her suitcase, Nick casually tossed her a shirt she’d been eyeing for the party later. "You good?" he asked, his voice light, but the concern was still there.

She paused for a moment, throwing a glance at him. "Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?"

Nick crossed his arms, gaze softening just a little. “You sure? ‘Cause you’ve always had a soft spot for Chris, and now you two are… I just—” He sighed, glancing away for a moment before looking back at her. “I know how you get when you start liking someone. Just don’t want you to get hurt.”

She scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “It’s not like that.”

Nick gave her a knowing look, clearly not convinced. “Alright. Just making sure, okay?” His voice was gentle now, like he wanted her to know he was looking out for her, even if she didn’t want to hear it. “I just don’t want you falling for someone who’s not gonna catch you, you know?”

Her stomach twisted slightly at his words, but she refused to show it. “I’m fine. Really.”

Nick gave a small nod but didn’t look entirely reassured. “Just be careful. Alright?”

She didn’t respond right away, too caught up in the knot of emotions Nick’s words had caused. She forced a smile. “I will.”

That night, she found herself in conversation with a guy she’d just met. He was nice, easy to talk to, and she was enjoying herself. 

That was, until Chris appeared beside her, sliding an arm around her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Her breath hitched. Her heart both soared and sank.

She turned slightly, looking up at him. “What are you doing?”

Chris shrugged, gaze locked onto the guy in front of her. “Just saying hey.”

The guy hesitated, glancing between them before offering a small smile. “I should, uh, grab another drink. Nice meeting you.”

She watched him go, then turned back to Chris, who was still standing way too close. “Really?”

Chris just grinned, unfazed. “What?”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t ignore the way her body betrayed her, leaning the slightest bit into him despite herself.

The night air was cool, but she felt warmth against her skin, and she stirred in her sleep, confused for a moment as to why she wasn’t alone. It took a moment before her groggy mind registered the weight of Chris’s arm draped over her waist, his chest pressed lightly against her back. The soft, rhythmic sound of his breathing filled the silence of the room.

Her shirt sleeve had ridden up, and his lips were warm against her bare shoulder, pressing a soft kiss against the exposed skin. It was gentle, almost like he was unaware of what he was doing, but the sensation sent a jolt through her.

She didn’t know how long he'd been there, how long this moment had been unfolding, but everything inside her froze. She could feel his heartbeat against her back, his presence so familiar yet unsettling all at once. Her chest tightened. She didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know where they stood. Didn’t know if this was something real or just another moment she was reading too far into.

His lips brushed against her skin again, and the tension in her body grew, her mind racing, trying to sort through the haze of sleep and confused feelings. She liked it. She liked it more than she should.

She gently shifted, trying not to disturb him, but the movement made her heart race even more. Her hand found the edge of the bed, and she slowly started to sit up, trying to slip away from him without waking him. She could feel his arm loosen slightly as she moved, but his grip still lingered, not quite enough to stop her but enough to remind her that he was there.

She carefully swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing up and pulling her sleeve back down, her mind still racing, her chest tight with something she couldn’t quite place. The room felt colder now that she was standing, the emptiness of the space around her only making everything seem more unclear.

Chris shifted behind her, the faint sound of him mumbling something in his sleep, but he didn’t wake. She paused, glancing over her shoulder at him, his face still relaxed in slumber. There was no way he knew what had just happened.

Her hand hovered over the door, but she stayed there for a moment longer, watching him. She wanted to say something, to wake him and tell him how she felt, how everything seemed so messy between them, but the words were stuck in her throat.

Instead, she turned away and left the room quietly, closing the door behind her with a soft click, leaving him alone in the bed. An early morning would do her good.

Chris, still half-asleep, didn't notice. He mumbled something else, shifting slightly under the covers, a frown tugging at his face, but nothing seemed amiss to him. The effect of melatonin can stay in your body for 4 to 10 hours.

The movie had just finished, and the soft hum of the credits filled the room as the others began to stretch out. Nick yawned, glancing at Matt. “I’m heading up. You coming?”

Matt nodded, not looking up from his phone. “Yeah, I’ll be up in a minute.”

Nick tossed a quick “night” in their direction and headed upstairs, his footsteps fading as he disappeared into the hall.

Chris stretched his arms out, the tiredness from the night creeping in. He looked over at her, still curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over her legs. “You ready for bed?” he asked, his voice low and casual, as if the idea was just a natural extension of their evening together.

She blinked, looking up at him from where she was snuggled into the couch. “Um,” she started with a half-smile, trying to sound nonchalant. “I’m comfy here. Think I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

Chris hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He took a small step toward her, his tone softening. “You sure? You okay?”

She froze for just a beat too long. The words were there, right on the tip of her tongue—she wanted to tell him everything, how confused she felt, how much she cared—but nothing came out. Instead, she gave a quick nod and forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just need some space.”

The words left her mouth a little too quickly, the awkwardness hanging in the air. She could see it in Chris’s eyes, that flicker of uncertainty. He didn’t push it, but there was a slight pause before he spoke again.

“Okay,” he said, his voice softer now. “I’ll be downstairs if you change your mind.” He stood there for a second longer, glancing at her, but she didn’t say anything else.

With a quiet “g’night,” Chris turned and headed for the stairs, the sound of his footsteps growing faint as he descended to the lower floor.

She stayed on the couch, the silence of the room wrapping around her like a blanket. Her chest felt tight again, but she didn’t want to go to him. The night passed slowly, and despite her intentions, she didn’t sleep as soundly as she hoped. There was an uneasy restlessness that lingered beneath the surface, something she couldn’t quite shake. She wasn’t sure what it was… maybe it was guilt, or the weight of her own emotions… but the pull she felt for Chris, mixed with the walls she kept building around herself, left her feeling both disconnected and deeply conflicted.

Meanwhile, Chris lay awake in his own bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying the same conversation. He didn’t quite understand what had just happened, but something felt different. She’d never said anything like that before, and it bothered him more than he was willing to admit. He buried his face in his pillow, hoping that inhaling the scent of her would give him even a fraction of the calming effect she had when she was in his arms.

Sleep didn’t come easily for either of them that night.

She sleeps on the couch again the next night. And the night after that. 

It’s almost five nights before the new routine is interrupted.

She was already half asleep when Chris appeared, his figure casting a long shadow over the couch. She barely stirred, but when his voice broke the silence, her eyes fluttered open.

“I can’t sleep,” Chris murmured, standing at the edge of the couch, his tone low and full of exhaustion. “My bed smells like you... miss you.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the way his words felt too familiar. She tried to stay still, pretend like everything was fine, but something in his voice made her want to respond, to comfort him. It was easy to let him in like this, so easy to slip into the warmth he offered, but tonight felt different. She couldn’t ignore the way her mind was racing.

“Take some melatonin, Chris.”

“Already did an hour ago. Didn’t do shit.”

Before she could say anything, Chris climbed onto the couch beside her, sliding down next to her with a small sigh of relief. She didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, she let herself relax just a little, the tension in her shoulders softening as he settled beside her. His arm slipped around her, pulling her a bit closer, and she let him.

His face was so close to hers now, and she could feel his breath as he spoke, his voice quiet and soothing. “I just... I don’t know. I miss having you around like this. It’s been easier with you here, you know? It feels right. You’re my melatonin.”

Her heart ached at his words, but her stomach twisted in knots. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to find the courage to say something, anything, but the warmth of his touch, his gentle presence, was almost overwhelming. She didn't want to ruin it, but she couldn't ignore the heaviness in her chest either.

He shifted closer, resting his head against hers, a soft smile on his lips. “I’ve missed this. Missed you. Being close. Not having to say anything, just being.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, the softness of his words crashing into her like waves, tugging at her heart. Her chest felt tight, and she took a slow breath, gathering her thoughts. She knew she couldn’t keep ignoring this, ignoring the way her heart was reacting to him, but also how much she was hurting.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not now.

“You’re my best friend.” he murmurs.

Finally, she sat up, her body tense as she pulled away from him slightly. Chris looked at her with a furrowed brow, his hand reaching out instinctively as if to pull her back to him, but she shook her head gently.

“Chris, we need to talk,” she said, her voice quieter than she intended, but firm enough that he knew this was something serious.

His brow furrowed in confusion, but he didn’t move. “What’s wrong?”

She took a steadying breath. “You can’t keep doing this to me,” she said, her voice thick with the weight of everything she had been holding back. “You show up, and you pull me in like it’s nothing. And I let you. But I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel something... something more.”

Chris’s eyes widened, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but she pushed on, needing to get it out.

“I can’t keep doing this, Chris. You’re taking advantage of me, messing with my head.” Her voice wavered for a moment, but she kept going, her words becoming clearer, stronger. “I don’t even know where we stand, and… I just, I need space. I need time.”

He stared at her, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, there was only silence between them. The space that had been so filled with warmth and affection now felt distant, uncomfortable.

Chris finally spoke, his voice soft, confused. “Wait… You’re serious?”

She nodded, her chest aching, but her resolve growing stronger with every second. “Yes. I care about you, Chris. A lot. I just don’t think I can keep letting this go on like it has.”

He didn’t say anything for a while. His eyes were locked on hers, searching for something, anything that might explain her words. But all he found was the certainty in her gaze, and it seemed to deflate him. Slowly, he sat up, his face crumpling with an emotion she couldn’t quite name.

“Okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. He didn’t argue, didn’t ask for an explanation, just accepted her words with a quiet sadness in his eyes.

The silence between them was heavy, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure if she had made the right choice. But she knew she couldn’t keep ignoring her own heart. She needed space, even if it meant breaking things off with him for good.

He stood up and walked toward the door without saying another word, leaving her there on the couch, her heart torn but her mind finally clear.

Chris avoids her. Doesn’t so much as speak to her for the next three days. Not that she doesn’t try. She doesn’t want to lose her friend, no matter how much he confuses the shit out of her.

When she wakes up that morning, she leaves a text: “I’m sorry for what I said. I hope things aren’t weird between us.” It’s simple, non-confrontational, just her way of reaching out. She waits for a reply, but it never comes.

She sees him in the kitchen later, his back turned as he scrambles some eggs. She stands in the doorway, chewing on her lip, trying to find the right words. But when he doesn’t even acknowledge her presence, she feels her heart sink. She clears her throat, and the words finally spill out.

“Hey, uh… I’ve been thinking about everything, and I just,”

He doesn’t turn around. The sound of the pan sizzling is louder than her voice. She bites her lip, swallowing the lump in her throat, and finally walks away. It stings, but she tries not to let it show.

She tries again, finding him lounging on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. It’s not like he doesn’t know she’s there. She’s in his line of sight. She stands in front of him, arms folded over her chest.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” she says, her voice a little too quiet, but loud enough for him to hear. “Are we seriously doing this?”

He doesn’t look at her. His eyes stay locked on the screen. The silence stretches out until she’s almost ready to walk away.

“Chris,” she says, a little more forcefully this time. “Please just say something.”

He sighs, leaning back on the couch, eyes still on the TV. “I’m not avoiding you.”

She can feel her frustration bubbling up, but she forces it down. “Then what’s going on? You’ve barely looked at me in three days.”

He doesn’t respond right away, and she can tell he’s weighing something in his head. Finally, he shifts, glancing at her with a look that says he’s tired of this conversation before it’s even started. “You said you needed space, right?”

She blinks at him, feeling a sudden tightness in her chest. “Space?” She repeats, as if she didn’t hear him right. “Oh. Right.”

“Yeah,” he says, voice flat. “You said you need some time. So I’m respecting that.”

She swallows hard, blinking back the sting of tears. “Fine,” she says, the word feeling hollow. “If that’s how you want to be.”

But before she can turn away, he adds, almost too quietly, “You’re the one who made it… complicated.”

“It’s been complicated for a while now,” she mutters under her breath, not even sure if he hears it. When she does turn to leave, she hears the TV volume go up slightly.

The kitchen was unusually quiet on the fourth morning, the usual chatter drowned out by the tension hanging thick in the air. She sat at the breakfast table next to Nick, absentmindedly stirring her coffee. Across from her, Matt was flipping through his phone, and Chris sat diagonally, his gaze fixed somewhere near her, but not directly on her. She could feel the weight of his eyes, but she kept her focus on her mug, pretending not to notice.

Matt, ever the oblivious one to the mood shifts, broke the silence. “So, any plans tonight?” His tone was casual, but she could sense the underlying curiosity.

She paused for a beat, the question feeling almost too loaded now. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to confront the situation in front of everyone, but the words slipped out anyway. “I’ve got a date.”

The room seemed to freeze.

Chris immediately went still, his posture rigid, his eyes narrowing in a way she didn’t dare acknowledge. His jaw clenched, and she could feel the tension building between them like an electric current. But she couldn’t look at him. She just couldn’t.

Nick shot her a playful smile. “Oh, a date, huh? Who’s the lucky guy?”

She forced a small smile, shrugging. “Just someone I met at that party. Nothing serious.”

Matt gave her a curious look, but said nothing, sensing the sudden shift in the atmosphere. Meanwhile, Chris’s gaze hadn’t left her, though she kept her eyes down, deliberately avoiding his. She could feel his stare burning into her skin, but she refused to acknowledge it.

The silence stretched, the clink of silverware against plates sounding louder than it should. She stole a quick glance at Chris, but when their eyes met, she immediately looked away, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t deal with it. Not now.

Nick, thankfully, broke the quiet with a cheerful comment, completely unaware of the tension he was helping diffuse. “Well, I hope he’s worth the hype!” he teased, nudging her lightly.

She managed a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “We’ll see,” she muttered, the words hollow.

Matt cleared his throat, his gaze flicking between her and Chris, but he didn’t push further. He wasn’t one to press, but the quiet stillness felt uncomfortable, like everyone was just waiting for something to break.

Chris’s hand tightened around his mug, but he didn’t speak. His eyes never left her face, and she wondered if he could feel the space growing between them. She could.

The rest of breakfast passed in strained silence. Every word felt too loud, every movement too deliberate. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the dynamic between them had shifted, irreparably.

The afternoon light was fading by the time she made her way to Nick’s room to get ready. The door was slightly ajar, and she pushed it open, laying her clothes neatly out on the bed, everything set for the night ahead. She’d spent a while picking out her outfit, wanting to look good for herself… no one else. The soft fabric of the dress she’d chosen made her feel a little lighter, a little more like herself.

She stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of her dress, taking a breath. She wasn’t sure what kind of energy she’d need tonight, but she was determined to go into it with confidence. The tension from breakfast was still hanging over her, but she tried to shake it off. She wasn’t going to let it mess with her plans.

The door to Nick’s room opened behind her, and he stepped in with a grin. “Hey, you look great!” His voice was genuine, the usual cheer in his tone. “That guy’s so lucky.”

She smiled at him, appreciating the support. “Thanks, Nick.”

Nick gave her a quick thumbs up before leaning against the doorframe. “You’re gonna crush it, as usual. Go have fun.”

She nodded and straightened her dress one more time. “I will. See you later.”

As she walked past him to head out of Nick’s room, she spotted Matt sitting on the couch in the living room. He glanced up when she entered, his face lighting up with a smile.

“Look at you!” he said, his voice full of warmth. “You clean up pretty well.”

She chuckled, feeling the genuine platonic affection in his words. “Thanks, Matt.” She liked that he never tried to make things weird. It was always just easy with him, no strings attached.

“You’re gonna kill it,” he added, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Tell him I said hey, though.”

She gave him a thumbs up, her heart lightened by his words. His support was always comforting. It was simple. No pressure.

But as she reached the door, ready to leave, she couldn’t help but notice that Chris wasn’t around. She hadn’t seen him at all, not since breakfast, really—only heard the faint hum of music from his room a few times, the silence between them unspoken but heavy. She tried not to think about it, but as she looked over the room once more, she realised he was still nowhere to be found.

Her chest tightened just slightly, but she shook it off. No time for that now.

With a deep breath, she turned back to the front door and pulled on her jacket. It was time to go. She didn’t look back.

The house was quieter now, with the soft hum of the evening setting in. Matt was still lounging on the couch, flicking through something on his phone. He looked up when he heard footsteps approaching, and his gaze shifted to the hallway just as Chris appeared from his room.

Chris was wearing a relaxed look, his hair a bit messier than usual, clearly just having pulled himself out of his space after being holed up for most of the day. He paused in the doorway, looking around before his eyes landed on Matt.

“Has she left yet?” Chris asked, his tone careful but tinged with something Matt couldn’t quite place. It was almost like he’d been waiting for the answer, his fingers tapping on his jeans nervously.

Matt glanced up from his phone, taking a beat before nodding. “Yeah, just left a few minutes ago.”

Chris stiffened slightly, his jaw tightening ever so subtly. There was a moment of silence, and Matt noticed the way his younger brother’s gaze shifted downward, as if weighing something he wasn’t ready to say. His lips parted, like he was going to ask something else, but then he closed them again, a deep breath escaping him.

Without saying another word, Chris took a step toward the stairs, his movements slow and deliberate. He hesitated at the base of the stairs for a second, then turned, walking past Matt with his head slightly down.

Matt watched him go, furrowing his brow, something in the air now feeling just a little heavier. Chris didn’t look back, heading straight up toward Nick’s room, his footsteps steady but lacking the usual confidence he carried with him.

“I swear, man, I can’t fucking sleep. Not at all.” Chris’s voice was tight with agitation as he ran a hand over his face. “It’s like something’s just… missing. My brain just won’t turn off.”

Nick, who had been scrolling on his phone, looked up at him with a sharp look, setting the phone aside. “Yeah, I wonder what’s keeping you up, Chris. Could it be the fact that you’ve been pushing someone away for the last couple of days?”

Chris froze, a flash of annoyance flickering across his face. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Nick’s voice was low and steady, but the frustration was there, raw beneath the surface. “You’ve been messing with her head, man. And you’re not even realising it.”

Chris’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists. “What are you trying to say?”

Nick pushed off the bed and stood up, his stance more confrontational now, stepping closer to Chris. “You’re pushing her away, and I don’t think you even realise how much it’s affecting her. You know she’s had a thing for you for a long time, right?” Nick’s words were like a punch to the gut for Chris. “And now, she doesn’t know what the hell you want from her.”

Chris opened his mouth to respond, but Nick wasn’t done. “You’ve been hot and cold with her. One minute, you’re all over her, next minute, you’re ghosting her. She’s confused as hell. Heck, Matt and I are confused as hell.”

Chris’s throat tightened. He didn’t want to hear this. He wasn’t ready to confront it. “I’m not doing anything to hurt her,” he muttered, more to himself than to Nick.

Nick’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not trying to hurt her, but you are. You can’t keep doing this to her, man. She’s been nothing but there for you, and you’re just gonna keep running hot and cold on her like it’s nothing?”

Chris’s frustration built, and his tone turned sharper. “It’s not like that, Nick. I just—” He faltered, unable to finish the sentence. He didn’t have an answer.

Nick wasn’t backing down. “Then what the hell is it? Do you like her or not?” His voice was louder now, his frustration spilling over. “Because, from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re stringing her along.”

Chris’s pulse quickened, his breathing coming in short bursts. The words were hanging in the air, and he didn’t know how to answer. The truth was, he didn’t know. He didn’t know what he felt. He hadn’t let himself think about it. But now, with Nick pushing him like this, it was all too much.

“I don’t know!” Chris snapped, the words coming out harsher than he meant. “I haven’t thought about it. Not properly. I don’t know what I want, okay?” He ran a hand through his hair again, pacing the room like he was trying to escape the pressure building inside him.

Nick was unrelenting, his voice low but sharp. “Well, you better figure it out, Chris. You’re both just tiptoeing around something, and it’s not fair to her. It’s not fair to either of you.”

Chris finally stopped pacing, looking at Nick with a mixture of frustration and guilt in his eyes. He wanted to argue. He wanted to tell Nick that he didn’t mean to mess things up, but the words wouldn’t come. The guilt in his chest was too heavy, and he knew Nick was right. He was confusing her.

“I’m not trying to hurt her, alright? I don’t even know what’s going on with me right now,” Chris muttered, his voice softer, more vulnerable. “I care. About her, I do. Really. But I can’t just... I don’t know how to fix this.”

Nick sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. “You’ve already hurt her, Chris. Do you want to keep doing it? Keep messing with her head, or do you want to figure it out before it gets even worse?”

Chris paced slowly, trying to distract himself with anything, getting a soda, checking his phone, anything that would stop his mind from spinning. But it was no use. All he could think about was her.

As he opened the fridge, the front door creaked open, and he froze for a moment. He knew she was back.

He grabbed the pepsi without even thinking about it and turned, casually leaning against the counter. His eyes landed on her almost immediately as she walked in, looking effortlessly stunning despite the exhaustion in her eyes. She was still wearing the outfit she’d worn for her date, and the glow of happiness she carried with her made his chest ache.

He couldn’t stop staring at her.

She was smiling, genuinely smiling, the kind of smile that didn’t belong to someone who’d just had an awkward, disappointing evening. She looked happy, and it made him feel something sharp. Something that didn’t make sense. He didn’t like it.

She walked past him, shrugging off her jacket and tossing it over the back of the chair. She was humming softly to herself, completely oblivious to the storm brewing inside him.

“How was it?” Chris blurted out, almost without thinking, his voice low but with an edge to it.

Her smile faltered for just a second before she answered. “It was alright. He was nice,” she said, taking her shoes off as she leant against the dining table. “He paid for the date, said he wouldn’t mind seeing me again.”

Chris stood there frozen, his fingers tightening around the bottle. He didn’t know why her words made him feel this way, jealous, frustrated, irritated, but it did. She wasn’t his, she could date whoever she wanted, but hearing that made something twist inside him.

She caught the briefest flicker of something in his eyes, a weird mix of discomfort and something else… maybe… jealousy? But it was gone before she could fully process it.

There was a long silence. Neither of them seemed to know what to say.

He was the first to break it. “Are you gonna sleep on the couch again?” His voice was low, too soft, and when he asked, it sounded like something he didn’t want to ask at all.

She nodded, biting her lip slightly. “Yeah… I’ll just shower and then probably pass out.”

His chest tightened at the thought of her sleeping on the couch, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He set the pepsi down with a soft thud, the frustration he had been holding in all day finally spilling out.

“Please,” he began, his tone almost pleading as he walked towards her. “Can we just go back to the way it was between us? I can’t... I can’t do this. I can’t sleep without you around, especially not when my bed still smells like you. I need you.”

Her eyes flashed at his words, and for a moment, she stayed silent. She hadn’t expected him to say that, but hearing it made her feel a mix of frustration and confusion.

“You’re being unfair, Chris,” she finally said, her voice sharp as her anger started to rise. “You’re taking advantage of the fact that I care about you, and I’m sick of it. You’re pulling me in one moment and pushing me away the next. You don’t do that to someone you care about. You don’t do that to your friend. And all this time, you’ve been acting like it’s nothing, like you don’t care how much you’re messing with my head.”

She was getting louder now, her words tumbling out in an angry rant.

“You think I don’t notice? You think I don’t see the way you act like I’m just supposed to keep waiting around for you to figure out your shit? It’s exhausting!” She stepped back, pacing slightly, her frustration boiling over. “If you can’t man up and ask me out, or just tell me how you feel, then I’m done. I’m going to shower, and then I’m going to sleep. On the couch. By myself. And you can figure out what the hell you want. By yourself.”

The silence that followed was thick. Chris was staring at her now, wide-eyed, shocked by her words. But there was something else in his gaze, something that told her he knew she was right.

“Please,” he said again, his voice barely above a whisper now, his tone softer. “I didn’t mean to hurt you... I just…”

But she shook her head, cutting him off. “You’re not hearing me, Chris. You have to figure it out. Because I’m not going to keep doing this, okay?”

She walked away without another word, her shoulders stiff, her eyes resolutely forward.

Chris stood there for a long moment, his chest aching with something he couldn’t quite place. Regret, maybe, or guilt. 

He couldn’t let her walk away. He couldn’t let this be the end. Not like this. The intensity of the situation was too much, the longing too real. And before he could even think about it, he was pulling her back towards him, his lips crashing against hers.

She gasped in surprise at first, but her body reacted almost instinctively,her lips parting slightly, her hands gripping his shirt. She moaned into the kiss, a soft sound that echoed in the quiet house.

He pulled her closer, his hands slipping around her waist, and before they knew it, they were walking together, still tangled in each other’s arms, down the stairs towards his room. She stumbled slightly as her feet were lost in the rush, and he caught her effortlessly, guiding her backwards through the door and onto the bed. She fell onto it with a soft thud, and he was on top of her, kissing her with a desperation that mirrored his own.

It was all so overwhelming, everything that had built up between them, all the confusion, all the pain and frustration. And for the first time, Chris felt like it was finally real, finally happening.

But at some point, the kiss slowed, the urgency giving way to something softer. Their breaths mingled in the quiet of the room, and Chris pulled back, his forehead resting against hers, his heart pounding in his chest.

There was a long silence between them, thick with unspoken words. Chris’s fingers lightly brushed over her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw as he gazed at her, searching her face as if trying to find the right words.

"I don't know how to say this," he murmured, his voice quiet but steady. “But I think I’ve liked you for so long. I didn’t even realize it at first, but I know now. I know it’s been obvious, and I know I’ve been an idiot for pretending it wasn’t. But I can’t keep pretending anymore. Not with you. Not with the way you make me feel."

Her heart thudded in her chest, and for a moment, she couldn’t say anything. She simply stared up at him, still processing the weight of his confession.

He took a deep breath, sitting up slightly to adjust his position, still looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the room.

“I didn’t know what to do with all of this, okay?” he continued, his words tumbling out faster now, as if he’d been holding them back for far too long. “I’ve been running away from it, pushing you away, and then I got confused because I didn’t know if you felt the same. And the thing is,” He paused, his eyes softening. “The thing is, I never wanted to hurt you. I didn’t want to mess with your head. But I’m so scared of being vulnerable. So scared of screwing this up. But now… now I know that I’m not scared of you. I’m just scared of losing you.”

His voice broke a little on the last word, and for the first time, she saw the depth of the uncertainty in his eyes. He was just as scared as she was.

"I... I can't sleep without you," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "I was serious when I said you’re like my melatonin. You’ve been in my head, all the time, and I keep pretending like it’s nothing, like it’s fine, but it’s not. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t pretend like I’m okay when I’m not. I need you."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with truth. He reached for her hand, gently taking it in his. "I care about you. I care about you so much, and I don’t want to mess this up anymore. I just... I want you to know that. I want you to know how much you mean to me."

Her breath caught in her throat, and for a long moment, she didn’t know what to say. Everything he’d said was so much, so real, and it was more than she'd expected him to admit. Her heart swelled with everything he had said, and for the first time, she felt like they were on the same page. 

She leaned up, pressing her lips to his, softly this time, as if sealing the promise he had just made.

She sighed, a small, almost sad smile playing on her lips before she leaned up and kissed him once more—lightly this time, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of both forgiveness and longing.

Pulling away, she stood, brushing herself off. "I need to shower," she said, her voice quieter now.

Chris immediately pouted, the playful expression softening his features. “You can’t just leave me like this,” he muttered, reaching for her hand, his thumb brushing over her skin.

She couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I’m not leaving, just going to shower.”

He tugged her closer before she could escape, kissing her again—softer this time, tender. “Please... let me shower with you. I just want to be with you, okay?”

She paused, unsure, her heart still trying to catch up to everything. But there was something about the sincerity in his eyes that made her nod. “Okay, but only if you promise to be gentle. No funny business.”

His face lit up with a grin, and he pulled her towards the bathroom, his hands on her waist. Once inside, he turned the shower on, the warm water hissing as it began to pour down. They stood there for a moment, both of them still catching their breath, before Chris gently ran his fingers through her hair.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Let me wash your hair,” he murmured, his voice almost a whisper. He was so careful with her, as if handling something fragile, every movement soft and deliberate. As he massaged the shampoo into her hair, the tension slowly drained from her body, replaced by warmth and the gentle intimacy of the moment.

The water cascaded down their skin, but it was more than just the warmth of the shower—it was the feeling of being with him in a way she hadn’t let herself be before. They weren’t just two people in a messy situation anymore. They were together, and somehow, that felt like everything.

Chris’s hands continued their soft motions, fingers running down her arms, her back, every touch carrying a tenderness she hadn’t expected from him.

As she closed her eyes, leaning into him, she allowed herself to fully feel this moment. For the first time in a long while, everything felt right. Even with all the mess and the confusion, this felt real.

The quiet hum of the night surrounded them, only the soft sound of their breathing filling the space between them. After everything, after the confessions, the uncertainty, the words they’d finally spoken, it felt like nothing else mattered. Sleep was calling to them.

Chris gently pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as they both settled into the bed. There was no more confusion now, no more second-guessing. Just the peaceful, steady rhythm of their hearts beating in sync. It wasn’t about rushing or rushing through anything. It wasn’t about labels, or anything they weren’t ready for. It was about being there, together, in that moment, with nothing but the comfort of each other’s presence.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer, and she nestled her head on his chest, the warmth of his body providing a sense of calm she hadn’t realised she’d been craving. They both let the silence wash over them, the weight of the day melting away. There were no more questions, no more what-ifs.

It was the kind of intimacy that didn’t demand anything more than just being—being present in each other’s arms, feeling the steady beat of their hearts, and letting the world outside slip into oblivion.

Her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed the top of her head softly, whispering something she couldn’t quite make out, but she didn’t need to hear it. The comfort of him was enough.

She fell asleep with the faintest smile on her face, and Chris stayed awake a little longer, his mind swimming with everything that had happened. With everything that was still unfolding. He had never been more sure of anything in his life. When he finally did fall asleep, it was on his own terms, smooth and steady, comfortable.

No melatonin needed.

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⎯⎯⎯⎯ NOW YOU'RE WATCHING ... uber driver!matt fucks you after a shitty date.

your date was a bust; some guy named andrew who spent two hours at a shitty diner droning about his gym routine, barely looking up from his phone, leaving you bored and dry as hell. you’re more than done with this, heels clicking on the curb as you book an uber, the night air cool against your skin, your little black dress hugging your curves, wasted on a dud.

a black, beat-up sedan with cracked windows rolls up and matt (or at least that's the name on your phone) slides into view, leaning an elbow out, smirking like he’s already got you figured out. he’s all messy brown hair, sharp jaw, plaid shirt unbuttoned over a white tee, eyes raking you up and down with zero shame.

“rough night, huh? y’look like you just escaped a fuckin’ coma,” he says, voice low and lazy, dripping with a cocky grin as you climb in the back, slamming the door harder than you mean to. “address’s set—where we goin’, princess?”

“home,” you mutter, crossing your arms, staring out the window, but he’s not letting it drop, glancing at you in the rearview, one brow cocked.

“home? nah, you’re dressed like that for some loser who couldn’t even make you sweat? tell me ‘bout this clown, c’mon, spill it.”

you roll your eyes, but he’s got this pushy, crude way, like he’s daring you to bite back. “andrew. gym rat. talked about protein shakes so much i wanted to claw my ears off. didn’t even kiss me—just a handshake. a fuckin’ handshake.”

matt laughs—loud, sharp, head tipping back. “a handshake? shit, what a pussy. you wasted that dress on a dude who can’t even get you wet, that’s tragic, babe, y’could’a stayed home and fucked yourself better.” his eyes flick to you again, dark and glinting, tongue swiping his lip like he’s tasting the idea. “bet he wouldn’t know what to do with you anyway—look at ya, all pent up, sittin’ there like y’need a real man to fix that.”

heat creeps up your neck, a mix of annoyance and something else. his words are crass, intrusive, but they hit, stirring the frustration andrew left simmering. “and what, you think you’re that guy?” you snap, leaning forward, elbows on the seatback, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “big talk for some uber driver.”

he smirks wider, cynical and hot, shifting gears with a lazy flick of his wrist. “oh, i’m more than that, sweetheart. i’d have you screamin’ in ten minutes—hands are quick, tongue’s quicker. y’wanna test me? or y’too scared to find out andrew’s not the only one who can’t deliver?”

it’s a taunt, bold and filthy, and he chuckles when you don’t flinch, just stare back, pulse kicking up.

“prove it, then,” you say, voice steady, daring him now, the car humming under you as the tension snaps. “pull over—somewhere dark. let’s see if your hands match that mouth, or if you’re just another bullshit artist.”

matt’s grin turns feral, eyes flashing as he mutters, “fuckin’ bet,” and swerves the wheel, tires crunching gravel as he peels off the main road, weaving into a shadowed alley, streetlights fading to black. he kills the engine, twists around, one arm slung over the seat, staring at you like you’re prey. “backseat now. let’s see how bad you need this.”

you climb over, dress hiking up your thighs, and he’s on you fast, the door slamming shut as he shoves you down across the seat, one hand yanking your straps down, baring your tits to the cool air. “shit, look at these, he didn’t deserve ‘em,” he growls, mouth crashing onto one, teeth grazing your nipple, making you gasp, arching up against him.

his other hand’s already between your legs, shoving your panties aside, fingers plunging in—two, rough, curling deep, pumping fast until you’re soaked, the wet squelch loud in the tight space.

“fuck, you’re so wet already,” he laughs, voice dark and mocking, “this what you wanted all night, huh? not some dickhead too busy flexin’ to fuck you right?”

you moan, loud and needy, grabbing his hair, pulling him up, his lips hovering over yours, breath hot and ragged. “shut up and use that tongue,” your panting making him grin as he dove down, flattening it against your cunt—broad, sloppy licks, sucking your clit hard, your thighs shaking, trapping his head.

“ohhh shit!” you cry, hips bucking, and he groans, “fuck yeah, scream f’me, let me gove you what that loser couldn’t,” voice muffled as he eats you out, relentless, tongue flicking fast, then slow, dragging you to the edge, your nails clawing at the seat desperately.

he pulls back, smirking, wiping his chin, “told ya—hands next,” and flips you over, face down, ass up, yanking your hips back, spreading your legs wider.

he’s behind you now—jeans shoved down, cock out, thick and dripping—rubbing it against your slit, teasing, making you whine, “c’mon, fuck me already.”

“needy little thing,” he mutters, all smug and hot, then thrusts in—hard, deep, bottoming out until you yelp, walls clenching tight. “fuck, y’feel so good,” he groans, setting a brutal pace that felt fast, sloppy, the car rocking with every slam, windows fogging as you moan, loud and wrecked.

his hands grip your ass, spreading you, one thumb circling your rim, teasing, not pushing, “y’like that? dirty girl, bet andrew never even tried,” and you laugh, breathless, “he wouldn’t dare... keep goin’.”

he does—fucking you savage, one hand sliding up, pinching your nipple ‘til you hiss, the other rubbing your clit, sloppy and fast, ‘til you’re screaming, “matt, fuck, m’gonna cum!” and you do, soaking his hand, his cock, the seat, looking like a shaking, sobbing mess.

he’s not far, groaning against your ear “you’re so tight, babe. m’cummin’,” and pulls out, jerking fast, painting your ass with hot, thick spurts, panting,

“you’re better than any date.” you slump, breathless, dress torn, thighs slick, and he lets a low, cynical laugh.

“told ya my hands don’t lie. your tinder guys got nothin’ on this.”

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[starry-bi-sky]

im being hit with The Visions again

the Vision this time is a "homeless danny in gotham" au except its pre-robin Batman again because im on a batdad kick. --------------------

Danny finds a car.

Which-- isn't, like, anything super interesting or impressive. It's Gotham, it's a big city. There's cars on every corner, can't throw a stick without hitting one somewhere. And then setting off the alarm.

But-! It's a car, and it's past midnight-- or he thinks it might be past midnight, it's late enough to be. He doesn't have a watch and he left his phone at Vlad's; asshole put a tracker on it after the last time Danny ran off.

It's been over a month since, it's a new record -- last time it took just over two weeks for Vlad to find him and drag him back to the mansion. This time, Danny ran further. Left the state and everything. See how long it takes Vlad to find him now, hah.

People go missing all the time in Gotham.

Anyways-- there's a car, and it's midnight, and it's parked in an alleyway. Danny would've called it invisible with the way he pretty much trips over it, phasing through the wall of the building beside it and not watching where he's going, but it's not. So he doesn't.

Danny runs into the hood and nearly faceplants right into the darn thing with an 'oomph', hands catching himself on the metal as a flash of irritation flashes hot through his gut. It doesn't hurt or anything, but getting the wind knocked out of you sucks always, and he's tired and hungry, and as a result not in the best state of mind.

He's just about to sink his foot into the side of the wheel -- it wouldn't do anything, he's not that big of an asshole, but it's the principle -- when he stops.

Danny pauses.

He takes a step back, holding his hands out 'n' everything, and examines the car. He squints, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness, considering the closest streetlight is twenty feet that way and positioned in a way that none of the light is hitting it.

Danny would not call himself a car guy. He doesn't think he counts, considering his size and lack of everything. But, but, he knows his way around a few cars, and he had an old obsession with older models when he was little that kinda petered out of existence after his accident. Had a bunch of little car models sitting on one of his shelves back in Amity, and Dad offered to get his hands on an old car for the two of them to fix up together so it'd be ready for Danny when he got his license.

...Anyways.

Point is: Danny can appreciate an old car, and this car has an older -- albeit obviously modified, if the matte paneling and plated wheels meant anything -- look to it. That kind of flat top went out of style years ago, and it's got this kinda rectangular look Danny doesn't see often these days on modern cars.

Other than the electrical cars, but he doesn't think those count. That's boxy, not rectangular.

Danny frowns, tilts his hands down, and leans back further as if that will let him get a better look at this thing. "...What model is this?" He mutters, it's hard to tell in this lighting.

Wait, he should see if there's anyone in the car. It's not running or anything, and nobody's come out to yell at him -- or shoot him -- but, still. People are crazy in Gotham, crazier than they've ever been in Amity. The last thing he needs to do is piss off some guy from the mob.

Danny peers into the window and-- there's no window, okay. Well, no window, and no driver. Some idiot left their car unprotected and without windows, in Gotham?

He pulls on the door handle just to be annoying -- it doesn't budge. Okay, maybe not that stupid. Especially since Danny didn't even see it until he was quite literally running into it.

So. Not that stupid.

Danny looks around warily, pulling his hoodie around him tighter, and then starts circling the car slowly. Like a vulture. No license plate; shocker. Hear how shocked he is? Clutching his pearls right now.

"Reinforced bumper. Cool." he says, er- whispers, really, quiet enough that it doesn't even echo. Danny squats in front of the car and runs his hands over the -- what, should he even call this a bumper? It's bigger than his head, and it's covering the grille. He picks at these... things on the side that remind him of leather straps. Probably to keep this bumper up? Like a ratchet strap?

Danny leans back until his butt hits the ground and he can sit back properly, propping himself up on his hands -- maybe not a good idea. There's probably broken glass somewhere here and he doesn't wanna pick shards out of his palms, again. It's like popping the world's most annoying zit depending on if it gets under the skin.

(He could always just phase them out, but the picking gives him something to do. It doesn't hurt that much.)

Eh. It'll be fine.

With one knee propped up, Danny looks the front up and down, and furrows his brows. The style kinda reminds him of a dodger, especially with the placement and style of the headlights. He plants his hands on the concrete -- hissing when he feels something cut into his palms, ow, there's that glass he was talking about -- and leans down to look under the car.

Hm, nothing jutting out that much. Looks pretty normal. Good space between the bottom and the ground.

He gets up and circles the side again, brushing whatever pebbles or glass that could've stuck into his skin off. He's really curious about where the owner got matte plating for it, or if it's just a wrap. The silhouette's definitely sixties or seventies; too angular for the eighties and fifties.

...There's no one here, Danny looks around again just to make sure, cranes his ears to catch anything. Nope, just the typical quiet rumbling of Gotham's underbelly. It kinda reminds him of Amity, or-- no. No, it reminds him of the quiet groan of the Zone.

That's far more comforting, he thinks. Danny's never really liked Amity all that much.

Back to the car: there's no one around, so Danny folds his arms against the side of the door and sticks his head inside the window. No keys in the ignition, should've figured.

Not like Danny was planning on stealing the car anyways -- anyone capable of modifying a car into this kinda beast -- or paying someone to modify -- was not someone he wanted to piss off. Danny's an orphan, not stupid.

Ignore the fact that he's got his head stuck through the window. The interior isn't anything interesting, but the seats are made of leather, which is nice. Must be a pain in the summer or winter, but leather is cool, and gets stains out better than cloth.

No stick shift though, he's a little disappointed.

Danny presses his mouth into a line and then slants it, humming in the back of his throat. Honestly, he's kinda tempted to crawl in and go to sleep. The leather seats look really inviting, and he's been sleeping on the ground or on park benches for weeks, and the car is really well hidden. No need to worry about being kidnapped.

But, it still belongs to someone. And they're probably using it for something shady. They'll come back for it eventually, so he should get this gawking over with anyways.

And, and-- and. He wants to get a look at that fucking engine. 'Cause holy shit!

Danny pulls his head out of the window and half-dances over to the back, his hand curling around one of the bars as a grin spreads across his face. Now, Danny hates Christmas, but this, this is like it came early and good for once.

"You could smuggle moonshine with this thing," Danny says to himself, grinning ear to ear and running his hands over the edge of the metal. The car is too conspicuous for backroads driving, but the engine, wow. What a thing of beauty.

One of Auntie's friends would probably know what engine it is -- or what type of engine it's based off of, it could very well be a bunch of different engines frankenstein'd together. Danny doesn't recognize it.

Which means it could be illegal. Again, what a shocker. In Gotham? He's clutching his pearls.

Fully satisfied with himself, Danny dances around to the front again and holds his hands out. He makes an 'L' with both hands and shuts one eye, getting the car within the frame of his fingers like he's about to take a picture.

"I rate you," Danny makes a camera shutter sound and mimics taking a photo, "one cool fuckin' car."

"Thank you."

Danny doesn't scream. He does not. He's taught himself better since ghosts started popping up in Amity, and honestly he deserves some credit for that considering they only started popping up over half a year ago.

He does, however, gasp. And he gasps hard, the type that has a high chance of giving you the hiccups afterwards; the painful, chest-thumping kind. Danny slams both hands over his mouth and stumbles backwards, eyes wide and his heart kicking into the fifth gear in his ears.

Bleeding out from the shadows is a man entirely drenched in black, Danny can hardly make out his silhouette and barely catches the white glints of his eyes. Fear like a prey animal burns in his lungs, wild and rabid, Danny has half a mind to bolt.

His ghost sense didn't go off, which might just be the most terrifying thing.

The man doesn't move any more than a step, just enough that Danny can barely see him, but he can feel him watching him. Shit. Shit. He should've never stuck around.

His hands are still over his mouth, Danny, shaking, flutters them open, "How-- h-- how--" he wheezes, "how long have you been standing there?"

[evie-sturns]

first date - Matt Sturniolo

summary: after a perfect first date with matt, the last thing you expected is for him to make such a big move after he drives you home, you definitely aren't complaining after though,

contains: fluff, an intense makeout session, shy!matt (to an extent) swearing.

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tonight had just been perfect,

i met matt at a party last week, and i couldn’t say no to his somewhat amusingly awkward self as he asked for my number.

he was just my type, his loose brown waves draped over his forehead, his earrings catching the light from the party and sparkling, and his shy demeanour.

he messaged me a day ago, asking if i wanted to go out for dinner with him, which i obviously agreed to.

10:21pm

i shivered in the cool air of the night, smiling up at matt as he ordered you both an ice-cream cone,

“you cold?” matt asks softly, i nod as i sink my top teeth into my bottom lip as a weak attempt to stop the chattering of my teeth.

“a little bit,” i laugh,

matt instantly takes off his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders,

“why didn’t you bring a coat? it’s like the middle of december.” he scoffs, nudging my elbow slightly.

“shuuush, i didn’t know you’d take me out for icecream at like- midnight!” i throw my hands up defensively,

“righhttt.” he grins down at me.

-

the night was coming to a close as you jumped into the passenger seat of matt’s car, clutching an icecream cone in your hand as you fiddled with the seatbelt.

“you okay?” he asks, starting up the car.

“yeah- i’m still cold though.” i roll my eyes playfully, matt instantly reaches out and fiddles with the heating, cranking it up.

“wait what the fuck- since when did i have the option to have heated seats!” he exclaims, his jaw slack as he pushes the button.

“ew matt! my butts warm now.” i groan, instantly turning off the button.

matt laughs loudly as he pulls out of the parking lot, staring the drive home.

i look over at him a couple times, his ringed fingers gripping the steering wheel catching my eye.

i’m definitely staring now.

his hands were perfect, he was perfect. i genuinely did not catch one wrong thing about him from the date.

he was shy, but the right amount of shy, i could tell he was starting to get more comfortable around me, which i liked.

matt pulls onto the highway, the car roaring as he accelerates.

i continue to work at my icecream cone, trying to stop the massive staring problem i’ve picked up.

matt’s playlist plays through the car, his knee bobbing up and down as he listens to it.

“you live down here right?” matt asks, pulling off the highway into a small neighbourhood.

“you remembered!” i grin,

“of course i did.” he speaks back, his tone light hearted.

“i’m just down here.” i say, pointing to a street sign.

he pulls into the street, his car slowing down as he scans the row of houses.

he parks the car in front of my house. swallowing lightly as he turns off the car.

“thank you- so much for tonight matt.” i say, my tongue darting out to lick my lips,

“yeah- yeah no problem..” he whispers,

“we should do it again soon.” i speak, matt nods.

“i’ll text you, okay?” he says, a nervous smile on his face.

“okay- yeah.” i grin, a undeniable tension building in the car…

i grab my purse and reach for the door, but matt clears his throat.

i look over my shoulder at him, he looks nervous as shit.

he reaches up and cups my jaw, the cold metal of his rings pressing against my flushed cheek.

he leans over the centre console and presses a kiss to my lips.

he pulls away pretty quickly, knowing this is the first date and we shouldn’t do any more… right?

but for some reason, the feeling of his lips on mine linger.

i stare at his lips, not moving.

i need more.

i know i’m going to have to initiate something, knowing he’s to shy to make a lot of moves.

“can- can we do that again?” i speak, my voice hoarse as i break the silence.

he nods instantly, his hands clenching by his sides.

i lean back over the centre console, grabbing his chin as i press my lips to his again.

my face heats up instantly, pure ecstasy flooding through my body.

he deepens the kiss, his head tilting to the side as our noses brush.

goosebumps cover my arms as his tongue slides over my lip, practically begging for entry.

i don’t know what comes over me, but in a matter of seconds i’m climbing over the seats,

i sit down on matt’s lap, straddling him as i break the kiss.

he stares up at me, his eyes wide and full of need.

he grabs the back of my head, instantly reconnecting our lips.

“fuck..” he whimpers against my lips,

i feel a familiar heat growing between my thighs, my skirt riding up my legs as i practically devour him with my lips.

he just tastes so, so good.

his hands paw at my waist, grabbing the fabric of my thin shirt as he holds me.

i subconsciously rock my hips against his thigh.

he gasps against my lips as i grind against his clothed thigh.

“oh my god..” i whisper against his lips as i pathetically rub myself against his leg.

i feel myself getting too into it, not wanting to rush him on the first date.

i break the kiss, the windows now foggy.

he looks up at me with pure desperation.

god he looks hot.

his lips are smeared with my red lipstick, the pigment messily coating his chin. his eyes are narrow and hungry, and his hands are gripping my waist, tight.

i reach up and wipe his lips, trying to remove the lipstick stains.

“i’ll- i’ll uh- okay- um-“ matt stammers,

“i’ll- i’ll text you.” he croaks out, his hands sinking into my waist.

“okay- okay.” i breathe,

i quickly crawl back over the centre console and grab my purse.

i look back at matt over my shoulder, his lips are puffy and red.

his hair is dishevelled, and as my eyes travel down his body.

he is most definitely hard.

i grin at him before swinging open the car door,

“b-bye- bye!” he calls out shakily,

“bye matt-!” i smile as i step out onto the footpath, shutting the car door behind me.

i jog up to my house, my heels clicking on the driveway.

i swing open my front door and suck in a well needed deep breath.

i walk over to my couch, and before i even have the time to sit down my phone vibrates frantically in my pocket.

5 new messages from - Matt

my eyes scan over the messages, which read.

“come back to the car”

“i seriously need you right now this isn’t funny”

“please”

“i’m still parked outside please”

“i’ll literally do anything.”

and before i know it, i’m rushing for my front door and running down the driveway towards matt’s car.

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[sweetshuga]

𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺

ⓘ SMUT! ⋆ +𝟏𝟖 ⋆ Fluff ⋆ Obscene descriptions! ⋆ strong language! ⋆ established relationship ⋆ hand fetish (low-key) ⋆ fingering ⋆ pet names ⋆ semi-public – (rough) car.ᐟsex ⋆ size kink ⋆ bulge kink ⋆ keeping quiet (but failing) ⋆ choking kink ⋆ sucking on his fingers? ⋆ breeding kink ⋆ creampie.

𝒘𝒄. 𝟐.𝟓 𝒌

𝒂𝒏. In honor of him finally getting his driver’s license, I present to you a filthy car sex. Driver bf.ᐟChris edition!

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! Not proofread!

If you want to get straight to the smut simply scroll down until the time skip labeled as '5 minutes later'.

The sky had darkened into beautiful hues of blue and red and you had just taken a shower, ready to laze around since you cleaned the house and ate dinner already.

That was until you got a notification from your boyfriend, Chris.

«𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔»

You chuckled at his impatience and quickly pulled on a hoodie before walking out of your room and down the stairs, humming to yourself as you felt a smile plastering on your lips at the anticipation of meeting your boyfriend even though you’ve seen him earlier today.

The moment you stepped outside, you were greeted by Chris leaning against the minivan, a grin on his face.

He chuckled when he saw your confusion and pushed himself off the minivan and walked towards you, jingling the car keys.

"Uh... You came with Matt?" You were utterly confused when he shook his head no, tilting your head as you looked at the car before looking back at Chris’s beaming smile.

Did Chris drive himself here? He doesn’t have a license though?

You were about to say something, but he suddenly pulled out what looked like a driver’s license from his jeans pocket.

"Look what I have!" He looked like he was holding back from jumping up and down in excitement. "I finally have a driver’s license!"

He laughed softly when he saw your stunned expression. And after a few seconds, you finally gasped, your reaction delayed but still in full effect.

You took the license from his hand, inspecting it before looking back up to his face with a big smile.

"Oh my fucking- You really did it!" You squealed, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as you pulled him into a tight hug.

"I’m so proud of you baby." You pecked all over his face, eliciting giggles from Chris.

Chris’s arms wrapped around your waist with the same tightness, his heart pounding and chest filling with warmth as he saw just how happy you were for him.

He sighed softly in contentment, burying his face in your slightly damp hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo before whispering, "I wanted you to be the first to know."

That made your heart skip a beat.

"So, Mr. Driver, you gonna take your girlfriend for a ride?" You pulled back slightly, grinning up at him.

"Oh, that’s exactly what I was planning, jus’ a cute little ride, ’promise." He winked, making you laugh.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝

You’ve been driving around with Chris for a good thirty minutes now, listening to songs and singing along.

At first, you didn’t pay much attention to his hand snaking its way onto your thigh.

"Chris, keep both hands on the wheel please."

He simply chuckled at your playful demand, muttering an 'alright' as he took his hand away. But it was back on your upper thigh not even a minute later.

His hand inched towards the hem of your short cotton shorts, his pinky slipped under it for a second, grazing the edge of your panties, before his hand caressed its way back down to your knee.

You pretended that it didn’t make your stomach flutter. You don’t want him to know how needy you were for his touch, he was driving, after all.

Despite your attempt at hiding the small changes in your body, Chris took notice of it rather quickly, a mischievous grin making its way onto his lips.

"You’re squirmin’ a lot, ma. Sum’ wrong?" He asked innocently, glancing at you briefly before looking back at the road, mentally noting to himself of your flushed face. "Or is it hot in the car? Should I open the windows?"

"Y-yeah, just a bit. Thanks, it’s a bit hot in here." You chuckled nervously, taking off your hoodie.

He glanced at your figure after you took the oversized fresh love off, now sitting in a tank top that had a little too low of a neckline and as much as he loved seeing you in his brand, it was safe to say that he didn’t mind seeing a bit more skin.

Not at all.

He let out a low whistle. "Damn, you trynna kill me? Here I am, being a gentleman and trying to drive straight, but stripping beside me when you know I can’t do anything ’bout it is low babe." He spoke in a faux serious tone. "What if I crash us?"

He couldn’t contain his laugh when he glanced at your flabbergasted expression, heartily laughing as he drove.

Chris looked back at the road, letting out small giggles as he caressed your thigh. "Chill, I’m jus’ fuckin’ around. I’m a good driver alright."

He took his eyes off the road for a split second to smile at you before looking forward again.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 𝟓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

You don’t know how he convinced you, but he, somehow, did and was now fingering you while driving. His long digits moved languidly inside your soaked pussy as he steered the wheel with one hand.

The wet squelches filled the car along with your soft moans and whimpers.

"Chris," you whined when he curled his fingers upwards, rubbing that spot inside you that made you buck your hips against his hand.

"Shhh-- baby, you’re doin’ good... Jus’ relax, yeah?" He cooed, chuckling quietly to himself at the way your pussy seemed to greedily suck his fingers in, not wanting to let go despite your half-hearted protests.

He hummed softly as he looked around for an empty parking lot, his fingers still moving inside you, but a bit faster now.

"Oh-" Your head fell back against the headrest, hands coming down to hold his arm as he fingered you.

"Feels so good–mffh–baby, shit— right there!" You moaned, breath hitching and hips moving in rhythm with his fingers as you got closer.

Chris finally found a deserted parking lot and took his fingers out of you to drive into it, leaving you whining at the loss in the passenger seat.

He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, and yours, after parking it in the farthest corner, immediately turning to look at you as he spoke. "Alright, ma, how d’ya want it? On top of me? Or me on top of you?"

You hummed softly, "Mm, since we’ve got plenty of space in the backseat..." You trailed off, the implications clear in your words.

Chris chuckled when he understood what you wanted. "Alright then, missionary it is." He grinned as he got out of the car and got back in through the sliding door.

You took off your shoes and climbed into the backseat, immediately straddling Chris with a teasing smile. "So, Mr. Driver, won’t you show me a good ride?" Chris laughed at your words, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Oh wow," he chuckled before continuing, "yeah? you wan’ me to show you a good ride?" He grinned, his canines showing.

"Trust me, I can do that, and much more." In one swift motion, you were under him in the backseat. His hands were planted on either side of your head and hips flush against yours.

His hands left the headrest and moved down to your cotton shorts, teasing the waistband.

"Aw, you didn’t even wear that much, tsk—such skimpy clothing." He smirked, pulling down the waistband. "Up." He commanded and you complied without another word, lifting your hips slightly so he could pull it further down.

"Good girl." Chris chuckled. "Y’like it when I take control like this don’cha?" He tilted his head when you looked away, trying to catch your eyes.

Your face burned from equal parts embarrassment and shyness, but you couldn’t deny it.

You liked it, after all.

"Hm? Cat got your tongue baby? You’re awfully quiet today, too surprised?" He chuckled, gently tilting your head back forward.

"Look at me, and don’t look away, alright ma?" He waited until you nodded and slowly unbuckled his belt, teasingly slow on purpose. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the small needy sound that escaped your lips as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

Slowly, his breathing pattern changed drastically and so did his movements, he was quick to step out of his jeans, the earlier teasing all gone due to his own need.

Chris pulled down his boxer briefs, letting his hefty length spring out and bob obscenely. You gulped audibly when you saw his raging red tip, his shaft standing tall and proud at attention.

He gave himself a few slow pumps, giving you a small show, groaning softly as he did so. "Fuck, wanna— no, ’need be inside you so bad, can I?" He leaned in and whispered in your ear in that low tone you loved so much.

All you could honestly do was nod, mumbling a small 'yeah'.

Chris smiled and pulled your underwear down and off your legs. "So pretty," he whispered, his pupils blown wide as his eyes zeroed in on your sopping cunt. He grasped his length in one hand and guided it to your pussy.

You were all wet and aching just for him.

That thought alone did numbers on Chris, making his cock twitch in his own hands as he licked his lips, wetting them. He teased you, and himself, by running the tip of his cock up and down your slit, collecting your juices and coating himself with it.

He let out a relieved sigh when he finally pushed the tip inside, both of you moaning lowly at the pleasure it brought. He pushed slowly, letting you adjust to his size until he bottomed out, his pelvis rubbing slightly against your swollen nub.

"Ha, fuckin’ tight as always," he breathed out, his words sounded like he was intoxicated.

Well, he was basically intoxicated, by you that is, and the feeling of your velvet walls fluttering around his aching shaft did nothing to help.

Chris gently wrapped your legs around his waist before starting to move his hips, drawing out until only the tip is inside before slamming back into the limit of your pussy, hitting your cervix roughly.

You let out a loud, involuntarily, moan, making him push him fingers in your mouth to silence you. "Suck," he demanded, and you obliged, sucking on his fingers like it was his dick.

His hips slammed against yours with each brutal thrust, each one more intense than the last. You moaned against his fingers, still sucking on it diligently as you looked up at him with slightly teary eyes.

The sight was a bit too much for Chris.

He groaned and closed his eyes for a moment to stay composed and not lose control completely, but it was far too late. The moment he opened his eyes, he took out his fingers from your mouth and instead wrapped it around your neck.

Chris’ cock pistoned in and out of you like a jackhammer, fucking you roughly in the backseat as he chocked you. "Yeah ma, fuckin’ scream my name f’me, let every-fucking-one hear who’s taking you like this." He growled near your ear.

You chocked out a noise in between a moan and a gasp, the pleasure threatening to consume you whole.

His gaze fell down and he let out a loud groan, "Fu—ck, y’see this? See how fuckin’ well you’re taking me baby?" His free hand reached down to press on the clear bulge forming on your lower abdomen from his dick.

Fuck, did he love how big he was, how he could stretch you out and even form a bulge like this.

You were too consumed by the pleasure coursing through your entire being to acknowledge his words. Every thrust brought you closer to that euphoric feeling, and the bands in your stomach grew taut and ready to snap any moment as he fucked you with reckless abandon.

"Chris–oh, I’m so close, so close— gonna cum!" You mewled, hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders to ground yourself as he kept the rhythm, his pace not faltering one bit.

Chris’ veiny hand left your throat and flew down to rub quick swipes on your swollen, slick clit. The pleasure was too much, too good, thus pushing you over the edge as you cried out.

His breath hitched when he felt your pussy throbbing and spasming around his length. The feeling of your cunt squeezing and sucking him in at the same time, along with your moans of pure ecstasy, were his undoing.

He buried his face in your neck, moaning your name when he felt his own orgasm crash over him. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His hips jerked and twitched as he spilled his seed deep in your quivering pussy, still moving slowly and prolonging both your highs.

After a few seconds, Chris slumped on top of you, panting softly as he kept his face nuzzled in your neck, arms loosely wrapped around your waist. He left soft kisses on your shoulder and neck, his lips grazing and trailing your skin as he caught his breath.

Both your bodies shuddered with aftershocks.

"Don’t wanna pull out," he sighed, "I guess I’ve to huh?" He grumbled under his breath as he slowly sat upright, but not before you pulled him closer to whisper in his ear "I’ll let you cockwarm later."

Chris chuckled, his grin widening as he caressed your thighs. "Yeah? You’ll lemme stay in here longer?" He slowly pulled out, both of you hissing at the sensitivity.

"I’ll take ya up on that offer, sounds nice, and warm." He said as he took some wet wipes from the center console and started to wipe your inner thighs. You chuckled at his words, letting him help you clean up.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝

You two finally finished fixing your clothes, still slightly breathless and faces flushed from exertion and well, sex.

"Matt’s gonna kill us if he finds out we fucked in the car." Chris said, chuckling as he opened the windows to get rid of the smell of sex lingering in the car.

"Definitely can’t tell him," you did a zipping motion on your lips before rummaging through the backseat and pulled out a bottle of perfume that you left for emergency situations and sprayed it everywhere.

"Woah, kid, where the fuck did you get that?" Chris doubled over in laughter. "You jus’ pulled a Nick right there," he cackled between words, making you chuckle as well.

After a few minutes of laughing, he finally calmed down, a wide grin on his face. "Alright, let’s head back, yeah?" He pecked your lips and pulled out his phone to text Matt and Nick that you were coming and quickly put it back in his pocket and opened the van door.

He stepped out, closed the door and walked towards the driver’s side and got inside, watching as you climbed back onto the passenger seat, both of you buckling your seatbelts.

"Alright, m’lady, and my passenger princess now," he grinned, his canines showing. "Ready to go home and cuddle?" He took your hand in his and planted a chaste kiss on the back of it, smiling against your hand as you agreed.

He put the car in gear and sped off into the night, singing along to your favorite songs and sharing soft touches.

𓆩♡𓆪

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[cressidagrey]

Girl at Home

Pairing: Andrea Kimi Antonelli x Chiara Battista (Original Character)

Summary: When Chiara finally kisses him back—and then really kisses him back—Kimi’s carefully calibrated emotional control vanishes faster than tire grip in Miami.

Notes: Part 2 of So High School. This was supposed to be an one shot y'know...

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Chiara had been pacing near the front window for exactly eleven minutes.

Not because she was nervous. She was just… adjusting her earrings. Repeatedly. And triple-checking that her dress wasn’t wrinkled. And definitely not panicking over the fact that Kimi Antonelli—yes, actual rookie F1 driver, technical prodigy, the boy who once asked her for a pencil and accidentally stole her heart—was picking her up for their first date.

At precisely 6:28 p.m., she heard it.

Not a knock. Not a doorbell.

An engine.

A loud one.

She peeked through the blinds—and then immediately pulled back, eyes wide. "Oh my god."

Outside, parked with the subtlety of a blockbuster premiere, was a matte blue Mercedes AMG GT63, low and sleek and aggressive, like something a Bond villain would drive.

Her father passed behind her with a cup of coffee and muttered, “If he drives that thing like he’s got something to prove, he won’t have a girlfriend by dessert.”

Chiara opened the door a second later, trying to school her face into polite composure. “You’re early.”

Kimi grinned from the driver's seat, one arm slung casually over the wheel like he hadn’t just pulled up in the most ridiculous car imaginable. “I was too nervous to wait at home.”

He jumped out and opened her door like a gentleman—a slightly sweaty, very overdressed gentleman. His hair was still damp from a too-hasty shower, and he smelled faintly like aftershave and leather car seats.

“You look—” he started, then paused, clearly panicking mid-compliment. “You look like you’re better at this than I am.”

Chiara laughed, climbing into the passenger seat. “Nice car. You brought that?”

Kimi shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged, suddenly very interested in the gravel on her driveway. “It’s… new.”

“New as in you bought it, or new as in it was delivered with your F1 contract and a bow?”

He cleared his throat. “There may have been a bow.”

Chiara raised an eyebrow, amused. “Do I need a helmet?”

“Not tonight,” Kimi said, suddenly serious. “I’m on my best behavior.”

And he was.

He didn’t speed. He didn’t weave through traffic. He didn’t even rev the engine at a red light, which might have been a personal record.

In fact, he drove so politely that Chiara side-eyed him somewhere near the first roundabout and muttered, “Okay, who are you and what have you done with Andrea Kimi Antonelli?”

“I’m being respectful,” he said, with dignity. “You’re wearing a dress.”

“I’m wearing sneakers with the dress.”

“Same point.”

Dinner was at a quiet little trattoria tucked between two bookshops—his choice. Kimi, who usually lived off race-weekend catering and Ollie’s stolen granola bars, had somehow found the cutest restaurant in a three-mile radius and even remembered to make a reservation.

She noticed he didn’t touch his phone once.

Not when it buzzed in his pocket. Not when someone clearly recognized him near the front counter and whispered something excitedly to their friend. Not even when the waiter asked if they wanted a dessert menu and Chiara ordered the tiramisu and the panna cotta without shame.

He just looked at her, smiling like he couldn’t believe she was real.

(Chiara tried very hard not to notice.)

After dinner, they walked to the tiny movie theater two blocks away, the kind with velvet seats and too much charm, where the popcorn came in paper bags and there was always at least one older couple on a date night.

They saw a re-run of La La Land, which Kimi absolutely didn’t understand but watched attentively anyway, sitting so still she thought he might have stopped breathing during the planetarium scene.

Halfway through, their hands brushed on the armrest.

Chiara didn’t move hers away.

He glanced at her.

She didn’t look at him.

Their fingers curled together like it was muscle memory.

When he walked her to her front door, the silence between them was sweet, charged. Not awkward. Just… full.

The drive back to her house was quiet—but not in the awkward way.

It was that soft, sleepy kind of silence that settles after a good night. Streetlights passed in a golden blur outside the windows, the low hum of the AMG engine filling the spaces between their thoughts.

Kimi glanced at her at a red light.

She was leaning her head back against the seat, watching the city roll past like it belonged to her. Her hand was still in his, their fingers loosely tangled across the center console like neither of them quite wanted to let go.

“I had a really good time,” he said, voice low.

Chiara smiled without looking at him. “You were… alarmingly well-behaved.”

“I told you I could drive like a normal person.”

“You signaled at a roundabout, Kimi.”

“Romantic gestures come in many forms.”

She laughed, and his heart stuttered in the best way.

Outside her building, he parked with exaggerated care, triple-checked the handbrake, and turned to her with the nervous energy of someone trying to seem cooler than he felt.

He walked her to the door, hands shoved into his jacket pockets.

She stopped just before the steps and turned toward him. The porch light was casting a soft glow across her hair, and Kimi felt like he was looking at the sun.

“Well,” she said, a little teasing, “no near-death experiences. Good food. Minimal popcorn theft. You’ve passed.”

“I studied hard,” he said, smiling.

She stepped forward, closer now.

“I had a good time too,” she added. “I wasn’t sure what to expect.”

Kimi shifted slightly, suddenly nervous. “I mean, I didn’t know if this would be… weird. Like, going from worksheets to this.”

“It’s not weird,” she said, softly. “It’s… nice.”

They stood there for a beat. Close. Still.

“Thanks for tonight,” she said, voice softer now. “You were… incredibly well-behaved.”

Kimi let out a breathless laugh. “I practiced. Like… a lot. In my head.”

Chiara tilted her head. “And do you usually rehearse your goodnight lines too?”

Kimi opened his mouth. Closed it. “I had… three options. All of them sound stupid now.”

She smiled.

“You can just kiss me,” she said. “If you want.”

He looked at her like she’d just handed him a trophy he hadn’t dared dream about.

And then he leaned in.

No panic this time. No overthinking. Just warm fingers brushing her cheek and a kiss that was sweet and unhurried and full of all the quiet things he hadn’t known how to say.

Chiara’s hands curled into his jacket like she’d been waiting to do that for weeks.

He kissed her like he didn’t want to let her go.

And when they pulled apart, barely an inch between them, she was smiling—dizzy and flushed and completely gone.

“So,” she whispered, breath catching, “are you always this good at first dates?”

Kimi grinned, absolutely wrecked with happiness. “No. Just this one.”

She kissed him again.

When they finally pulled apart, her eyes fluttered open slowly, and he didn’t move far.

Then she stepped back toward her door, pausing just before slipping inside.

“Goodnight, Kimi.”

“Goodnight, Chiara.”

She lingered one second longer, smiling like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Then the door closed behind her with a soft click.

Kimi just stood there on the porch, staring at the door like an idiot.

And whispered, “I’m so screwed.”

Then practically floated back to the car.

***

It was a sunny, sticky kind of morning—the kind where everyone moved slower, more tired than usual, as if spring had arrived just to make them sweat. The courtyard buzzed with the usual low-grade pre-class chaos: students lounging on the steps, trading last-minute homework corrections, someone blasting music faintly from their phone.

Chiara adjusted the strap of her backpack and turned to look over her shoulder, where Kimi was parking his scooter like he was auditioning for a car commercial. He took his helmet off, ruffled his curls, and jogged over to her like the day wasn’t already too hot to be that energetic.

“You remembered your math binder?” she asked as he caught up, teasing.

“I remembered you,” he replied, grabbing her hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Chiara’s breath caught.

It wasn’t the first time they’d held hands. Not really. But it was the first time here. At school. In daylight. In full view of every student on campus, including the ones who hadn’t even known they spoke to each other outside class.

Her heart was doing this annoying fluttery thing again.

But she didn’t let go.

They walked toward the building together, his thumb brushing against the back of her hand, and Chiara didn’t look around until they were halfway to the main hall and she noticed something strange.

People were staring.

Not in a mean way. More like… blinking. Processing. A few whispered too loudly, and a girl from biology class actually did a double take so dramatic it nearly made her trip on the steps.

And then—

“Wait, wait, hold on,” came Giulia’s voice, slicing through the noise like a spoon through gelato.

Chiara turned just as Giulia stormed across the courtyard in wide strides, eyes huge, clementine nowhere in sight for once.

“Are you holding hands with Kimi Antonelli?”

Kimi raised their joined hands like it was evidence in court. “Confirmed.”

Giulia looked between them. Once. Twice. Her brain visibly short-circuited.

“But—I—what?”

Chiara arched an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?”

“No!” Giulia flailed slightly. “No. I mean, yes. I mean—how long has this been going on?”

Chiara smiled, just a little. “A while.”

Giulia looked personally offended. “And you didn’t say anything?”

“You said he was using me for worksheets.”

Kimi snorted, completely unbothered. “I would’ve failed three subjects just to keep talking to her.”

Giulia blinked. “I was trying to protect you!”

“I know,” Chiara said, gentle now. “But you were wrong.”

Kimi gave her a small squeeze. Their hands stayed together, warm and solid and completely obvious.

Giulia narrowed her eyes at him. “If you break her heart, I will break your face.”

“That’s fair,” Kimi said easily. 

Chiara laughed. Giulia groaned and stomped off, muttering something about dramatic people and how she was never going to live this down.

Kimi leaned closer as they stepped into the hallway. “That went well.”

“I think she might be having a crisis.”

“She’s not the only one. Did you see Enrico’s face? I think he dropped his sandwich.”

“Your fault,” Chiara said, deadpan.

“I know,” Kimi replied, smiling sideways at her like he was still slightly in disbelief. “But I like the view from here.”

She rolled her eyes, cheeks warm.

But she didn’t let go of his hand.

Not even once.

***

The terminal was loud in that strange, hollow way airports always were—echoes of wheels on tile, distant boarding calls, someone’s baby crying three gates over. Kimi Antonelli had headphones around his neck, a hoodie pulled up over his curls, and a carry-on slung over his shoulder that was 30% race gear, 20% protein bars, and 50% badly folded hoodies.

He had time to kill before boarding.

Normally he would’ve scrolled through sector data. Or texted Ollie something unhinged about the last sprint weekend. Or found a quiet corner to panic about Miami corner exits.

But instead, he found himself drifting into one of those sleek little airport gift shops.

It wasn’t planned. It never was, with her.

He didn’t go in thinking I should buy Chiara something—it just happened. Like most things with her lately.

He walked past keychains and overpriced Toblerone bars and wandered toward the little glass case near the register, half-distracted, until something caught the corner of his eye.

A delicate silver necklace.

Simple chain. Tiny charm.

A star.

Small enough to fit on her collarbone. Soft enough that it didn’t scream anything too loud. Not flashy. Not cheesy. Just… her.

Something about it felt right. Like a thing she’d keep in her pencil case. Like a secret.

He stared at it for a long second.

Then waved down the cashier like a man on a mission.

“Can I see that one?” he asked, pointing. “The star.”

It came in a small navy box, matte and ribboned and stupidly elegant for something from a duty-free gift shop.

He paid in cash. Tucked the box carefully into the zippered inside pocket of his backpack. Patted it once, like a promise.

And when he texted her from the gate five minutes later—

Kimi A.: Boarding now. Will miss you for approximately all hours of the next five days.

—he didn’t say anything about the necklace.

Not yet.

He wanted to give it to her in person.

***

Ollie Bearman had barely taken a sip of his coffee before Kimi Antonelli flopped into the chair next to him with all the subtlety of a race restart in the rain.

“She kissed me,” Kimi said breathlessly, like he’d been holding it in since sunrise.

Ollie blinked, mid-sip. “…Good morning to you, too.”

“I’m serious. She kissed me,” Kimi repeated, eyes wide, hands flailing slightly like the words alone weren’t enough to contain the magnitude of the event. “Well, technically, I kissed her first. But then she said ‘do it again,’ and I did, and then her mom brought us biscotti, and I think I blacked out a little because I haven’t stopped smiling since Tuesday.”

Ollie set his cup down slowly and carefully, like he was worried the caffeine might accelerate the madness. “Okay. So we’re in love now?”

“Yes.”

“Like—mutually?”

Kimi nodded emphatically. “Yes.”

“Not just in your head?”

“She said it with her mouth, Ollie. Multiple times. There were words. And kissing.”

Ollie squinted at him. “Are you okay?”

“No,” Kimi said, grinning like a lunatic. “She made me tea. I love her.”

Ollie stared at him for a moment. Then said, very carefully, “Alright. That escalated.”

“We had a date,” Kimi went on, hands already gesturing again, like he was narrating a podium finish. “Like a real one. I picked her up, opened the car door like an actual gentleman, drove like a sane person—used my indicators, Ollie—and took her to this little restaurant my nonna likes.”

Ollie raised an eyebrow. “So you didn’t drift into the parking lot?”

“I parked. Backwards. Smooth. Perfectly aligned.”

“I’m genuinely terrified of who you’ve become.”

“And then,” Kimi continued, undeterred, “we went to a movie, and I bought popcorn even though we were full, and I waited a whole hour before trying to hold her hand because I’m a respectable man, and then at the end of the night she kissed me again.”

“You’re glowing,” Ollie said, deadpan, picking his coffee back up. “You look like a Disney princess.”

“I feel like one,” Kimi sighed, head falling back against the wall, a dreamy look on his face that made Ollie physically cringe.

“I hate you,” Ollie said mildly. “But also? Congratulations. You somehow fumbled your way into the softest, most romantic high school relationship in motorsport history.”

Kimi beamed. “I’m gonna marry her.”

“You’ve been dating for a week.”

“I’ve been in love for six months.”

“Jesus Christ,” Ollie muttered, staring into his coffee like it might offer him an exit strategy. “I’m putting a helmet on just to be near you.”

Kimi only grinned wider, the kind of grin that couldn’t be contained by race suits or track limits.

Love looked stupid on him.

But it also looked really, really good.

***

Toto Wolff was halfway through reading an engine temperature report, brow slightly furrowed and espresso cooling by his elbow, when Kimi Antonelli stormed into the Mercedes hospitality unit like a springtime thunderstorm wearing sunglasses and way too much emotional momentum.

“Toto.”

The teenager dropped into the seat across from him with all the coordination of a driver exiting the pit lane too hot—coffee nearly sloshed in its cup, data sheets rustled, and Toto didn’t even look up.

“Did you remember your math assignment?”

“No. Better.” Kimi leaned forward, elbows on the table, voice hushed like he was about to share state secrets. “She kissed me.”

That got his attention.

Toto blinked, lowering the report slowly. He peered over the top of his reading glasses like a man who regretted asking the question in the first place.

“Chiara?”

Kimi nodded, eyes bright, like he’d just won Monaco on foot. “Twice. Technically three times if you count the goodbye kiss, but the third was more of a soft-lean moment and her mom was in the hallway with biscotti, so it was kind of spiritual.”

Toto stared at him for a beat. Then exhaled and leaned back in his chair, expression caught somewhere between fond exasperation and something dangerously close to amusement.

“Alright,” he said. “Give me the briefing.”

“It was perfect,” Kimi declared immediately. “Like—quiet, private, just us working on the project and then boom, full emotional breakthrough. She thought I didn’t actually care. Can you believe that? Me!” He pointed at himself as if Toto had forgotten who he was. “I panicked and kissed her and she kissed me back and then asked me to do it again.”

“And did you?”

“Toto. I nearly cried.”

Toto pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re going to be completely useless this weekend, aren’t you?”

“I slept four hours last night because I kept replaying it in my head like onboard footage.”

“You do know there’s a sprint qualifying tomorrow.”

“I’m aware. I’ve never been more focused in my life. I’m in love. I’m unbeatable.”

Toto tried not to smile. He really, really tried.

“She called me brilliant,” Kimi added, like the word still echoed in his chest. “Not even about racing. She meant it in the human way. Like—brilliant, as a person. I didn’t even know what to do with that.”

Toto cleared his throat. “Well. That’s… very nice.”

“It’s life-altering,” Kimi said earnestly. “I brought her a necklace from the airport gift shop. It’s got a tiny charm. I saw it in the store and I just thought of her.”

Toto rubbed his temples. “Christ. He’s gone.”

“I asked if she wanted to come to the next race,” Kimi went on, now completely oblivious to the way Toto was slowly dying inside. “She said yes. We might hold hands. In public. I’m not okay.”

“No,” Toto agreed. “You are clearly not okay.”

Kimi looked like someone who had been struck by lightning and was thriving. His curls were a little too windswept. His hoodie collar was slightly askew. And his face was open, lit up, unguarded in a way Toto wasn’t used to seeing from boys who spent their lives measured in lap times and pressure compounds.

There was a pause.

Then Kimi beamed. “Do I seem different?”

“You seem delirious.”

“I think I’m glowing.”

“You need to hydrate.”

Kimi leaned forward, lower lip tugged between his teeth like he was holding in a full victory speech. “Toto, you were right.”

Toto sighed, already knowing what was coming. “I usually am.”

“Thank you for telling me to talk to her.”

Toto raised a hand, already done. “Don’t thank me. Just don’t crash during FP1.”

Kimi nodded solemnly. “I’ll win this whole weekend for her.”

Toto gave him a look that said God, please don’t try anything dramatic.

But Kimi was already halfway out of his chair, practically vibrating with joy.

As he bounced out of the room, sunglasses crooked and earbuds already in, Toto just stared after him and picked up his espresso.

He sipped it in silence.

“Teenagers,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Worse than tire degradation.”

*** Peter Bonnington had worked with world champions, legends, egos the size of pit walls, and drivers who wouldn’t say more than five words across a whole season.

He thought he’d seen everything.

Then he met Kimi Antonelli. Specifically: Kimi Antonelli in love.

“Okay, engine modes look good, tire temps are holding steady,” Bono said, flipping through his notes as he leaned against the garage wall. “We’ll run the new setup from FP1. Any questions?”

Kimi nodded, fully suited up, helmet tucked under one arm.

Then he hesitated.

“…Do you think it’s a stupid idea?” he asked.

Bono didn’t look up. “No, the rear wing adjustment is fine.”

“No, I mean the necklace.”

That made Bono look up.

“What necklace.”

“The one I got her. It’s got a little star on it. Like, subtle. Classy. Minimalist. From the airport gift shop but the expensive side.”

Bono exhaled, adjusting the tablet in his lap. “Kimi. We are literally in a pre-sprint quali run plan briefing.”

“I know,” Kimi replied, clearly in a state of romantic emergency, “but it’s burning a hole in my backpack. It’s wrapped and everything. I even kept the tiny tissue paper.”

Bono blinked. “Is this for the girl from school?”

“Chiara,” Kimi confirmed solemnly, like Bono should have memorized her name by now. “She likes  green highlighters. And me, apparently.”

Bono closed his eyes for one long, prayerful second.

“We are about to go out for Sprint Qualifying,” he said, voice patient. “And you are asking me about jewelry?”

Kimi shrugged helplessly. “It’s not just jewelry. It’s meaningful.”

“To her?”

“I hope so.”

“To you?”

“She’s the only reason I passed Ethics.”

Bono sighed. “Look. If she likes you—and I cannot believe I’m saying this with a headset on and tire data in front of me—then it won’t matter where the necklace came from. If it’s thoughtful, she’ll love it.”

Kimi’s whole face lit up like he’d just put it on pole.

“You really think so?”

“I think,” Bono said, straightening up and pointing toward the car, “if you don’t get in that car right now, I’m going to call Toto and tell him you’re emotionally compromised.”

Kimi was already climbing in. “Too late,” he called. “I’ve been emotionally compromised since she kissed me next to a tray of biscotti.”

Bono muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “I worked with Hamilton and never had to deal with this much romance.”

The car fired up.

Bono checked his comms.

Kimi’s voice came through crystal clear.

“Bono?”

“Yeah, mate.”

“Thanks.”

Bono sighed again—louder this time.

“Go out and put it on pole, Romeo. Then maybe you can give her the whole jewelry section.”

“Copy that,” Kimi replied, voice back to full grin. “For Chiara.”

Bono sighed as he switched channels. “I miss the days when teenage drivers just worried about tire warm-up.”

***

She told herself she wasn’t going to check.

She’d promised herself that this weekend — just this one weekend — she’d let it go. She’d go for a walk, make tea, maybe do some revision like a normal person whose boyfriend wasn’t out there throwing a car into corners at 300 km/h in front of the entire world.

But by the time SQ3 started, Chiara was sat cross-legged on the couch, laptop open, live timing glowing like it held all her oxygen.

She told herself she just wanted to see how it went.

Just a peek.

Just a— “Oh my God,” she whispered, sitting straighter.

Sector 1: purple. Sector 2: purple. Sector 3—

“Are you kidding me,” she breathed, clutching a cushion to her chest.

P1.

Kimi Antonelli. Pole. In Miami. Sprint Qualifying.

The commentators were yelling. The team radio crackled through her speakers. She could barely hear it over the sound of her own heart.

“YES, Kimi! That’s pole! Brilliant job, mate—brilliant lap!”

Chiara couldn’t stop smiling. It hit her like a wave, dizzy and warm and so full of pride she could barely sit still.

She watched the onboard feed as he crossed the line, saw the little fist pump, the boyish grin he tried to hide behind the visor. Then she saw him roll into parc fermé, helmet off, curls wild, smile stupidly wide.

And in that moment, it hit her all over again.

That was her person.

The boy who drank her tea, wore mismatched socks, asked her for French homework at midnight, and kissed her like she was gravity.

And now he’d put it on pole.

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered, flopping back onto the couch, half-laughing. “I’m gonna have to start watching every session.”

Her phone buzzed beside her.

Kimi A.:🏁✨🤯🏆😳 (i did the thing) you watching?

Chiara B.:Of course. I screamed. I may never recover.

Kimi A.:good. that one was for you.

She stared at the message for a second longer, then pressed her phone to her chest.

She wasn’t breathing properly. She wasn’t sure she cared.

***

She wasn’t expecting him until later.

So when the knock came just past seven, she was still in leggings and an oversized hoodie (his, technically), hair scraped into a bun, halfway through reorganizing her bookshelf. She padded barefoot to the door and opened it—

And there he was.

Kimi Antonelli, post-Miami, sun-touched and sleep-deprived, backpack slung over one shoulder, hair still messy from the flight, and looking at her like he hadn’t breathed properly in days.

“Hi,” he said softly.

Chiara blinked. “You’re early.”

“Couldn’t wait.”

She smiled before she could stop herself and stepped aside. He dropped his bag by the door and wrapped his arms around her like it was instinct. Like this was home.

They stood like that for a moment — just pressed close, no rush, no need for words.

Eventually, Kimi pulled back slightly, hands still warm on her waist.

“I got you something,” he said, suddenly shy.

Her brows lifted. “You didn’t have to—”

“I know. But I saw it before the flight and I thought of you. And then I panicked and bought it and kept it in my backpack all weekend and didn’t tell anyone because it felt… special.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a tiny, crinkled paper bag. Unwrapped it carefully, fingers unusually gentle, until a delicate silver chain pooled in his palm. Hanging from it: a small star charm. Simple. Subtle. Perfect.

“It reminded me of you,” he said.

Chiara’s breath caught. “Kimi…”

“You don’t have to wear it,” he said quickly. “I just—I saw it and thought, that’s her. I know it’s not fancy or whatever. But it felt right.”

She looked at the necklace, then at him.

And smiled — slow and radiant and utterly undone.

“Put it on me?” she asked.

His fingers were careful at the clasp, brushing her neck, lingering just a second too long. When he sat back, the charm gleamed gently against her collarbone.

“It’s perfect,” she whispered.

Kimi looked at her like she’d just put him back together.

Then leaned forward, kissed her slow, and breathed the words into her skin:

“You’re my favorite part of coming home.”

[applecidersturniolo]

use it.

in which..matt tells you to use his hand while he drives.

warnings: fingering & pet names

your jaw is clenched as matt’s hand grips your thigh, occasionally it runs up and down your leg, patting your knee, almost to ground you.

you definitely need some grounding considering that all you can focus on is the damp fabric between your legs and matt is very aware of the situation, he can hear your breath hitch as his fingers peer closer to where you need him the most.

you look over at him, big mistake, because it only made the ache worse. his sharp jaw line, the pink fitted cap that sat backwards on his head, his black t-shirt that seemed to be loose on him but tight around his biceps, and the way he’s manspreading in the drivers seat as he drives expertly with one hand on the wheel. it’s taking everything in you not to jump on him right now. you feel feel the drool pool in your mouth and you can feel your panties getting wetter.

matt can feel you staring, his eyes shift to yours as he looks back on the road in front of him, “what is it, sweetheart?” he hums, the question is innocent, but he isn’t. you can tell from the small curve of his lips that his mind is exactly where yours is.

“nothin’” you manage to choke out, your eyes shift back out the window, matt’s smirk furthers, “yeah? so this—“ his hands inch under your skirt, your basically damping his seat, “—this is nothing?” he questions, his tongue in the corner of his cheek now as he cups your clothed flower, pressing his palm on your throbbing clit. “you lyin’ to me? cause it sounds like you are,” matt cocks his eyebrow, his eyes never leaving the road in front of him. his palm presses harder in your center, causing you to squirm, “you wanna answer my question again? you want me to give my good girl another chance?” he questions, you nod quickly.

“so what is it, baby? what’s wrong?” he asks as he moves his hand, his fingers now sipping through your panties, “i-i want..i want you to play with me..” you gasp out as you feel his cool fingers glide through your wet and warm slit. “god you’re soaked, pretty.” matt groaned, feeling his jeans tighten, “you want me to play with you?” he asks, wanting you to confirm.

“mhm..” you whine out as his pointer finger pokes at you clit causing you to moan softly, “there it is..” he whispered, he’s rubbing circles on your aching bud, at this point you could cum at any second considering you’ve been sensitive all night, his fingers move from your clit to your entrance, his ring and middle fingers curl inside you as his thumb presses against your swollen button, you let out a strangled moan as you squirm in the passager seat, “calm down, sweetheart..” matt instructs, “i know you’re sensitive,”

and that you were, you felt your climax coming at any moment. “use em’” he mutters, your hips thrust up as you basically fuck his fingers, your juices making his rings feel loose around his long fingers, “that’s it..there’s my good girl,” he praises, you feel the knot in your stomach. you bit down on your lip and finally release what you’ve been chasing to feel all night.

matt smiles and lets you calm down before sliding his fingers out, his two fingers coming up to his own mouth, sucking them clean, his other hand white knuckling the steering wheel. “so fuckin’ sweet,” he praises, making you blush as you adjust yourself.

the car is full of tension, you guys are about five minutes away from the house, matt’s eyes drift back to you, your flushed cheeks, how your thighs tremble slightly, his hand finds your knee to catch your attention,

“just so you know..i’m far from done with you.”

divider creds: @bernardsbendystraws

tags for interaction: @sturns-mermaid @malsmind @courta13 @iconiccolo @mi-co-uk @mattssweetheart @mattsstarlet @slvt4subchratt

[mattsstarlet]

⋆˚࿔ demonstrate ⟢

showing bsf!matt what you learned in college

“such a naughty girl you are, bunny.” matt muttered, caressing your cheek as you looked up at him through those big round eyes of yours, filled with need and desperation. the two of you hadn't seen each other since summer, with him living in los angeles and you going to college. now on christmas break, your best friend had you on your knees, your face resting against his thigh.

“so eager to show me what you learned, huh? go on then, baby, take my dick out.” he cooed, grinning as your hands made a beeline toward his zipper. you pulled down his jeans, kitty licking his cock through the remaining fabric. matt grunted, tugging on a fistful of your hair, “you like bein’ a tease? be a good girl, or you ain’t gettin’ my cock.”

you giggled, hooking your manicured nails into the waistband of his boxers, dragging it down to meet the denim fabric pooled around his ankles. “good. knew you could be such an obedient girl.” 

your mouth drooled at the sight of his veiny cock; it was angry, glistening with precum on his pink tip—he was also super lengthy, something a few college boys lacked. chewing on your plush lip, you wrapped a hand around him, stroking him at a slow pace. “never seen a big dick, bunny? at all?” he mocked almost like he can see the wheels turning in your pretty head, grinning from ear to ear. “well, lucky me, glad to be your first.” 

“s'okay, baby… jus' show me what else you do after this step," he said, running a hand down your hair, a small groan leaving his lips as you kissed his tip, swirling around his precum with your tongue. 

your innocent gaze flicked up towards him as you wrapped your glossed lips around his shaft, taking him inch by inch. you bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him. slurping his dick, your chin was covered with your saliva, dripping down onto the floor. 

ecstatic pleasure was written all over his face, making your pussy ache with need and attention. he reached forward, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail and following your rhythm. “y’always get this messy, rabbit? or is it because i can’t fit, hm?”

his dirty talk had your panties drenched; both of your hands were occupied. one was stroking what couldn't fit, and the other went to his heavy balls, massaging the skin. “you’re such a bad girl, bun. y'gonna make your best friend cum in your mouth.” 

matt’s cock twitched as you glanced up at him through your sticky lashes. he tugged on your hair, face-fucking you as he used your mouth to get himself off. “shiiit, baby.” 

his hips bucked forward as he painted your throat with his cum, groaning as he felt you choking on his size. taking his cock out, your cheeks were stained with dripping mascara. he smirked as he saw the drooling mess your chin was.

matt chuckled as he wiped your teary eyes. “m' gonna have fun using you, rabbit.” 

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ thank you for 500 :) merry christmas eve

[stvrnzcherries]

› WHEELS ON THE BUS

m. sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: You and Matt have always been best friends, you never felt something else but an incident while you both were in a road trip together might change that.

warnings: soft dom!matt, smut, pet names, use of y/n, foreplay, p in v, degrading kink, sort of breeding kink, edging, bulging, swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (don't).

word count: 3.8k

a/n: After MONTHS of being a lazy ass and also after a TIGHTT week of anxiety, I’m back and better than ever 🤍 expect more coming soon, I appreciate y’all.

Based on this request!

The cold breeze tingled Matt’s skin, sending shivers down his spine as he kept piling up everyone’s bags inside the car truck, the blue hour of the sky created this dark yet comforting panoramic view of it.

A voice in the distance caught his attention “Wait up!” You taunt, running down to your best friend as a heavy bag carried behind you. You agreed a few days ago to go on this trip with Matt and his family since he was practically begging you to spend an entire week with him; even though he knew you hated the beach, you hated feeling sticky or feeling a singular drop of sweat on your skin, being in heated places was a thing that always drove you to the edge and you would get in a bad mood the whole day because of it.

It was just too excruciating, but you accepted just because your best friend didn't want to spend an entire week without you yet he liked seeing you suffer since he had always known your hatred towards the beach.

“Here ya go,” You said as you lifted the bag with all the strength you had and handed it to Matt, he just looked at you, a cocky smile forming on his lips as he placed your bag on the last spot in the trunk. “You excited?” Matt asked, closing the trunk before his eyes returned to bore into yours waiting for an answer, “If you mean I'm excited about torturing myself an entire week on the beach, then yeah.” You replied sarcastically gaining a chuckle from him, “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He said, patting your head gently.

“I highly doubt that being in the hottest weather ever is fun, Matthew.” You said, sticking your tongue out, he just chuckled and messed your hair a bit, his hand gently moving to cup your cheek as he pinched it delicately, “Thank you for coming either way.” He smiled gently and you returned it.

The eye contact lasted for a few seconds before the lousy voice of Chris caught each other’s attention, you both turned around to see him walking towards you “Time to hit the road!” He says with a big smile as he places his arm around you, he looks at Matt and then at me, “Are you guys ready?” He asked to which you replied with, “Heck yeah! Let’s hit the road!” A bright smile smeared your face as you, Matt, and Chris made your way to the backseats.

When Chris stopped taking hold of you to go to the other side of the car you were left with Matt inside the car and his face giving slight concern. “What’s wrong?” You ask furrowing your brows slightly.

That is when you realize what it was, the backseat had no space left for you, and neither Matt nor you knew what to do, “Fuck.” He muttered to himself looking back to where his brothers were situated and back to you with an awkward face.

Matt thinks for a second before parting his lips to let out the sentence, “You could sit on my lap.” His palm softly patted his lap as he looked at you with a sly smile.

Your lips pursed into a thin line, the awkwardness getting the best of you as you got into the car and carefully down your weight on your best friend’s lap. To which he just placed his hands around your waist and gently sat you down on his lap. “Relax, you’re not heavy at all.” He whispers in your ear as the car door closes.

You looked back at him and smiled shyly, trying to hide the fact that he was caressing the sides of your hips with his thumbs.

The first two hours of the road were completely normal, you and the triplets had a karaoke session for half an hour, and the rest was to talk about what you guys wanted to do as soon as you arrived and enjoy some snacks. But now you guys were only an hour away from the beach house that the triplet's parents rented.

Nick and Chris had fallen asleep for a few minutes and you could also feel your eyes heaving from the energy you wasted the first two hours throughout the way, also the fact that you didn’t sleep that well last night. Matt on the other hand was with his headphones on the minute Chris and Nick closed their eyes.

You patted Matt’s lap to get his attention, you looked back at him as soon as you did that he took his headphones off “You okay? Need something?” He asked with slight concern.

“No, I’m fine, I was just wondering if I could get comfortable so I can sleep while we get there.” You said with a little smile plastered on your face as he nodded.

Matt spread his legs slightly so you could have more space to get as comfortable as possible, you rocked your hips a little to the sides so your lower back could be resting on Matt’s chest level or closer to it, and you rested your head on his shoulder as he put his headphones back on.

Your eyes closed so easily, and your mind drifted to your dreams so swiftly that you couldn’t even imagine.

Thirty minutes left inside the car, you were still in the embrace of Matt’s arms, your position shifting once in a while.

And how clueless of Matt for not thinking how touch-deprived he is, every time you switched your position while your slept you would move your hips or straddle his lap, making his dick twitch against his pants.

His breathing getting heavier, and his body was shaking trying to contain the pure excitement that just the smallest friction could do to him. He felt so guilty for his body reacting and finding pleasure in something meaningless; something completely common and normal.

He closed his eyes, trying to contain these feelings towards you, towards your body to stop the erection that he sooner or later would have to fix all by himself.

And also wish he could arrive as fast as he could to the fucking beach house.

After what seemed like a good twenty minutes of sleep, you finally opened your eyes carefully, trying not to get blinded by the rays of sun that were passing through the window, the change of scenery makes your stomach flutter with joy as you see the ocean peek through the reliefs of the street.

You turned your head to peek at your best friend who seemed to be sleeping, his dark circles showing off a little bit more with this new change of lighting that the car has. You smiled to yourself as you saw your best friend opening his eyes quickly when he felt your gaze on him. “Did you get to sleep for a bit?” You asked, your throat was dry and raspy, nonetheless, a good cup of water could fix it as soon as you guys arrived at the beach house you were staying in.

Matt nodded, his eyes looking away from yours as he changed his position a little, making your weight lift a little, a small poking sensation in your inner thigh as he did this action. Something felt off in your surface.

You looked down, scanning Matt’s lap to check if he had something in his pockets that could make this sudden change in position make you slightly uncomfortable.

Your eyes widened as you took a glance of what was the strange object poking your inner thigh, it wasn’t just an object it was more of a certain body part. You looked away in shame, forcing yourself to stare at the blankly looking headrest in front of you, your stomach feeling fluttered as you tried to stop thinking about what you just witnessed.

The beach house was beautiful outside, it was a two-story victorian summer house, with a small front porch with two wooden chairs and a tiny round wooden coffee table, the breeze hugging your skin nicely, everything seemed to be perfect, the weather in Long Island was just the perfect balance of not too warm and not too cold, it definitely felt like the summer vibes were there.

As you entered the house, your eyes were amazed by the interior, the walls were covered in this beautiful blueish floral wallpaper, the couches looked like they some sort of English sofas, and a small chimney facing a large path to the back porch of the house, the stairs that lead to the way to the different rooms where you would be staying in for the next week.

Matt steps beside you, glancing around the place, “Wanna share a room?” He asked nonchalantly as he looked at you, taking in all of your factions, you looked back at him “I thought you and Chris agreed on sharing the same room, though?” You retorted.

Matt brushed the strands of hair blocking his view, “Yeah, I thought so too until he decided that he now wants to share a room with Nick.” He sighed, “I think I’m going to go upstairs and shower and then take a nap, I feel like I haven’t slept in years.”

You nodded “Alright, I’ll catch you later.” You replied, giving a sly smile to him as he walked upstairs and disappeared out of your sight. Things have gotten awkward since you discovered the hard-rock erection he had back in the entirety of the ride. You didn’t say a word but interacting with him or even just looking at Matt made you nervous somehow.

Your mind kept racing with the thought of seeing his body react that way to you, does this mean he feels turned on by you? Should you do something about it?

A few minutes had passed and you explored the rest of the house already, you carried your bag in your left hand as you went upstairs, a room door slightly opened and a dim light reflected on the inside of it. You pushed the door gently, and the first thing you heard was the shower running down, Matt’s bag half-opened in the bed, you tossed yours to the other side, sitting down beside it, your head had a pounding headache that you couldn’t make it stop.

Scanning the room, you see the bathroom door halfway opened, the fog from the steaming water escaping through it, you could see Matt, his silhouette revealing the way his forehead was resting on the tiled wall of the shower, the water running down his back and cascading through his hair, his hands rubbing his face exhaustingly as he sighed in pure relief.

The way his muscles flexed each time he brushed his hair back was enough to make you soaking wet in your panties. You stood up, your steps closer and carefully just to get a better view of his silhouette.

You were there, your hand opening the door more, the squeaking sound blowing your cover because Matt looked right at you in the eye, the eye contact holding on for what seemed like an eternity. You shut the door and ran down to sit back on the bed.

Would it be worth it to risk it all?

Dawn arrives, you've been playing with Nick and Chris UNO matches for what seems like an hour now on the back porch of the residence, every match Nick either complained or Chris would make a mess and you guys would have to play all over again, that was until Nick threw a tantrum over him and they both went to their separate ways inside the house.

You were lying now on the couch of the living room, bored filling your senses, your phone not even making an effort to entertain you at all. You heard steps coming from the staircase, as you looked up you saw Matt, his hair was still a little wet and he looked like a brand new person in comparison to how he looked a couple of hours ago. “Hey, I’m going to drive around town, I was wondering if you would like to come with me?”

You stood up from the couch, “Sure! I was getting bored, so.” You both walked towards the front door, Matt opening it for you.

The town was almost like a sort of ghost town, with a few people walking down the sidewalk, and making their way to Amangasett beach. The lamp posts illuminated around with a tenuous yellowish light, the night sky revealing a pale moonlight. “Wanna go for a swim?” Matt’s voice takes you out of your trance.

“Yeah, I don't see why not.” You replied with a small smile as you moved to his seat and gave him a side hug, to which he just chuckled and kept his eyes on the road.

Matt parked the car in an almost empty zone at the beach, the place seemed clear of big crowds, just a few couples sitting by the edge of the ocean but no one else. As you got out of the car you took off your shirt and shorts quickly, running down to the ocean as Matt followed your pace, the both of you giggling.

Your body trembled when your toes grazed lightly on the water, the adrenaline and tingling sensation making your heart flutter anxiously, you kept sinking your body until half of your abdomen was fully covered by the ocean, you looked at the moon taking in the sight of it until you felt cold fingertips touch your lower back. “I’m glad you came with us,” Matt said, his voice sounding so distant yet it had a hint of something else you couldn't fully recognize.

He spins you around by grabbing your waist, your eyes meeting his as he pulls you closer, your breaths mixing with each other’s as he takes the sight of your face, his hands still positioned on your lower back. His eyes shone brighter than ever before. “I mean, that’s what friends are for, right?” You looked for a split second at Matt’s lips, his tongue sticking out to lick the inner corners of his lips before parting them.

“Yeah, friends…” He breathed out, his words laced with that unknown feeling you can’t recognize, his eyes giving a glint of lust as he looked at your lips.

Your mind drifts to the moment you both are in the car, his hard rock erection making you question whether it’s worth it to risk the friendship or pretend like it was a little accident, even though it wasn't little at all.

Or the shower incident, nothing of what happened today was by accident, there was not even a chance that it was.

Your attention gets drawn by his breath getting closer to your ear, his voice carefully whispering his words “What you thinking ‘bout?”

You licked your lips, your voice trembling and your words slipping out of your mouth sloppily “Nothing…w-why?” your lips pressing together as his breath reached down your jawline, his lips grazing the fine line of it teasingly, a low dark chuckle getting out of his mouth when he saw you shiver by the smallest contact.

“Remembering what you saw in the bathroom, hm?” His lips pressed tentatively, traveling from your jawline to your neck, you titled your head to the side to grant him more access, his hand sneaking down to grab your throat delicately as he kept abusing your sweet spots. His other hand caresses your waist.

“I don’t have a clue of what you’re talking about…” You breathed out, breathless whimpers coming out of your mouth as Matt kept doing his attack all over your throat, leaving hickeys and wet kisses all over. He hums, Matt’s vibrant voice coursing through your body “Really? How funny, considering you even tried to be sneaky about it.” He says as he returns to kissing your jawline, then your chin, and then he gets to your lips, tempting you to make the move, his teeth biting your lower lip gently.

“Don’t act so innocent now, you were sneaky about your little accident back in the car too.” Your words shut out with such confidence, you looked at him, your eyes piercing his as you took in his reaction of pure shock; his lips parted and that was the chance you decided to get to kiss him. The both of you synchronized perfectly as if your lips were meant to be for his.

Your hands went directly to his chest, your fingertips doing small circles around his collarbone as he pulled you closer by your waist. Your noses were touching at this point and the kiss got more intense, the both of you roaming your hands all over each other’s bodies.

You were now lying down on the backseat of the car, your hand gripping Matt’s hand as he sucked your right nipple, his other hand playing with the left one, your back arched off the seat and your legs were wide open, fully unclothed now in the secluded space that he decided to take you to. Your eyes closed as you let the overwhelming pleasure take control of your body, his tongue swirling around your nipple, your breathless whimpers making Matt get harder beneath you with each passing second.

His kisses trailed to your belly, kissing it intently “I’m going to stuff this beautiful body of yours with my babies” A dark glint on his eyes as he ascended back to your face to kiss you. His hand traveled down to where your folds were, his fingertips adding pressure as he moved them in circles, causing you to gasp at the sudden wave of pleasure you were experiencing. Your hands flew to Matt’s biceps, your nails burying deep inside his skin as he kept getting you all worked up.

His lips rushed to kiss yours, this time more desperate and sloppier than ever as he kept adding more pressure on your sensitive nub, your moans getting louder as the knot in your stomach gets stronger. “m’ god” You babbled between kisses, your eyes closed as you take in all of the ecstasy.

“So close…” You breathed out, the knot snapping any second.

Then suddenly, the feeling stopped, completely gone.

You opened your eyes, Matt’s looking at you with a devious expression as he untied the lace from his shorts, the bulge of his dick very visible even though you are in an almost dark place. “What?” He asked, his head tilting to the side, a low chuckle as he spoke, “Wanted to finish?” You nodded, the desperation clear.

“Why would I let you finish if we haven’t even started? Hm?” He crawled back to be face to face with you, you felt his tip grazing your folds unintentionally, “Spread those legs wider for me, m’kay?” He said in a low voice, almost a whisper.

The desperation and adrenaline fuels your body, your legs spread wider enough to give him space between you, he positioned his tip in your entrance, edging you out even more until you had to practically beg to him. “Matt, please—“ you huff out at the undying desperation that your body was craving.

“Aw, look who’s getting frustrated now…” He coos, his left hand pumping his dick slightly before he slammed into you without warning, his movements frantic and hard, your head hitting the door slightly each time he pounded back inside you.

Your hands flew back to his biceps, gripping onto them for dear life as erratic moans emitted out of your mouth, his pace was nowhere close to being steady, it was sloppier as if he was already on the verge of getting on his own high too.

The tip of his cock was hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly, making you salivate due to the incredible amount of intoxicating pleasure you were given in twenty minutes. Your mind felt fuzzy, this kind of pleasure was something that you’d stopped experiencing a long ago, your eyes crossing and shutting as you felt that sweet sensation of being closer, Matt abusing that spot deep inside you over and over again.

You couldn't even remember the last time sex felt this good, and never in a million years, you would’ve thought that your best friend would be the one to achieve that with you. Your thoughts stopped as soon as you felt his thumb on your tongue, indicating for you to suck it which you didn’t hesitate to be asked twice.

Your tongue swirled all over his thumb like a lollipop, getting it all wet as you felt the grunts and whines from Matt, the grip his other hand had on your hip getting tighter within two minutes. His pace not slowing down but getting ten times faster than it already was, the car shaking and your hands gripping the door to hold onto dear life.

Pornographic moans emitted out of your mouth as you felt that tight knot forming once again and getting closer and closer to snapping ferociously, your hand gripping tightly onto the seat as your eyes closed.

Matt’s placed his hand to grasp your chin, forcing you to look at him. “All that teasing to get dumb fucked by me?” He said, his voice losing power from time to time.

snap.

Your juices spurt all over the seat and coated Matt’s dick in a thin, sheer coat of hot cum. Moans emitted out of your mouth as your grip on the headrests of the car loosened up due to the lack of strength that your body was capable of holding up. Your legs are all wobbly and your muscles are sore from all the containment that they did.

At this point your mind was fuzzy, too dumb fucked to acknowledge that the well-known knot snapped already, your body too weak to keep upholding Matt’s pace as he kept pumping in and out constantly.

Not too long after, Matt came to his release too. Your juices and his combined deep inside you, he pulled out of you as he admired the conjoined trail of juices coating his shaft. His left hand immediately went deep inside you, making sure his hot seed was ‘secured’. He pulled his fingers out, a popping sound as he did so, and cleaned them off easily, admiring the rest of your body, a gleam on his eyes reflecting the lustful expression of being satisfied enough.

He pulled you close to his body, sitting you straight up as you both recovered, Matt trailing kisses all over your face and repeatedly saying “M’ love you” as he caressed your hair with ease.

Both of your chests were going up and down irregularly, trying to stabilize each other’s breathing back to normality.

Matt’s eyes shifted around the car, taking a look at the foggy windows, a sly smile smearing all over his face as he traced with one of his fingers the foggy window in front of both of you, tracing the words.

‘We just fucked :)’

You finished reading what he traced on the window and chuckled weakly as Matt looked proudly at his ‘work of art’.

a/n: tysm for 600 followers, wtf I can’t believe we’re already 600 (Nick fic coming real soon as a 600 followers special). It’s funny how I can easily write shit about Chris or Nick but when it comes to Matt, this mf is the hardest person to ever write off 😭 love y’all

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[y2kstarr]

brother's bsf!matt fixing nate's little sister!reader's attitude

࣪˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warnings : 18+, smut w/ zero plot, dom!matt, brat!reader, spanking, car sex, unprotected p in v, usage of "brat" and "whore" requested? yes more of this au

It was just some light teasing.

Around his friends.

In public.

But it was literally nothing, he was being a big baby about it, especially as he drove you home, all quiet behind the wheel, not even letting you turn on your music to fill the silence. You would've never pushed his buttons and played around with his friends if you knew he was gonna be like this.

It was a near 10 minute drive until he finally pulled up in front of you and Nate's house, the house lights off to signal that he was probably already asleep. But as you went to open the door, a click sounded through the car, the motion of the lock switching catching your eye.

You turned to look at Matt, who had his head turned just slightly away from you, crossing his arms once more after locking the doors. No matter how hot he looked with the streetlights and the darkness of the night making perfect shadows of his face, he just locked you in the car!

"You're acting so fucking childish right now, Matt," You huffed, annoyed and fed up, reaching for the door handle once more to unlock it and get out, but his voice finally came up the moment your fingers touched the metal.

"Get over here." His voice was sharp, low and almost dark as he spoke, sending a shiver down your spine as you waited just a moment or two more. "Now."

You let out a breath, half as a sigh of annoyance and half as a sigh of nerves, moving over to the driver's seat and maneuvering yourself to sit in his lap, before a gasp left your lips, feeling his hands forcefully pull you down into his lap.

You went to snap at him, expecting him to still be broodingly looking out the car window, but as your eyes met, a chill ran down your spine at his darkened blue eyes, this cold shimmer to them leaving your stomach in twists and turns.

His hands found their way to your thighs, his fingers slightly digging into the soft plush that wasn't covered by your jean shorts, whilst your hands rested on his shoulders, almost hesitant with where to keep them.

"Matt-" You went to finally break the silence, but it took no more than a second for his lips to be pressed against yours in a harsh, deep kiss.

You had no idea why he was being so pissy with you, giving you the silent treatment and all — you two weren't even together, there wasn't a label or anything, just hidden touches, stolen kisses, and quickies more than there was actual intimacy.

But as he slowly pulled you closer in his lap, his lips moving against yours in a needy yet dominant way, his hands slowly sliding to your ass, you couldn't care less if he was acting irrational.

A sudden smack came down on your ass, ripping a yelp from you as you felt the sting course through your body, the pain slowly morphing into pleasure as Matt rubbed the palm of his hand against the hit area.

"All night, and you were just showing off like a little attention whore, huh?" His snarled words made a shiver run down your spine, a whine slipping out as he bit your bottom lip. Oh he was really wanting to hold the power now.

"I was just–" But before you could even give him your reasoning, if not already fabricated a bit to make it look as if you were innocent, you felt another smack against your ass, pulling yet another yelped noise from your throat as the sting made it known there would be marks tomorrow.

"Brats don't get to speak," He nearly growled against your jawline, his lips kissing down to your neck and along the column of your throat as you tilted you head back, a whimper quietly leaving your lips.

"So.. should I kick you out of my car and ignore your needy calls for the rest of the week?..." He spoke against your skin, delivering one more smack to your ass before nipping at your throat, already telling you exactly what he truly wanted to do with you. Fuck, tonight was gonna be a long night.

"Or should I fuck this little attitude out of you?"

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The car practically shook from the two of you, the windows almost foggy now with how much the two of you were panting. Moans and grunts filled his car, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your hips rising and falling as you rode him in the driver's seat.

It was restrictive, a bit cramped and annoying to keep up a solid rhythm, but fuck, did it feel good to have his cock within your needy cunt. One hand grasped at his shoulder, whilst the other held onto the car door armrest, pants leaving your kiss-swollen and bitten lips along with breathy whines and needy moans.

"That's it, baby– fuck—" Matt groaned, his head falling back against the headrest as his hands gripped your hips tight, helping to guild them up and down on his shaft. "Ride that fuckin' dick, baby—"

"Matt—" You whined, your thighs starting to shake as you felt that heated pleasure burn in your stomach, twisting and pulling tight. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes to see he was watching where the two of you were connected, almost hypnotized with how you fucked yourself on his dick.

"F-fuck–!" You felt yourself clench around him as you panted hard, your hands shaking before that pleasure finally snapped within you, your hand that gripped the car door armrest turning to a fist as you moaned, eyes rolling back, back arching, that ecstasy washing over you in delicious waves.

"God– you're so fucking hot when you cum—" Matt groaned through clenched teeth, his hands still guiding your hips so he could reach his high too.

Feeling as you rode through your pleasure, it soon turned into slight overstimulation, a whine leaving your lips as you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands slid from your hips to your ass, gripping tight as he fucked up into your spent cunt, chasing his high as he panted in your ear.

"Shit shit— fuuuck—" Matt groaned as you felt his cock twitch within you, pumping thick, warm loads of cum into you, painting your walls and filling you to the brim with his seed.

The both of you caught your breath in near unison, chests rising and falling as Matt lay back against the driver's seat, his hands sliding back down to your plush thighs as you lay lax against his chest, legs subtly shaking from the intense pleasure.

"Learn your lesson..?" Matt breathed out, making you remember just how the two of you got into this little mess, your face nuzzling into his chest as you nodded and let out a breathy little "yes", making him chuckle low before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Good girl."

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a / n : i really need to be better for my requesters, i'm so so sorry 😭 idk if i like how this one turned out either, but I had fun getting to write them again

Tysm to the anon who requested and i hope you at least liked it <33

Inbox, dms, and requests are all open, hit me up wheneva babies <33

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[etherealval]

dating matt sturniolo headcannons | a/n: sorry for the hiatus guys life has been very unforgiving 😅

⭑𓂃 he’s a big fan of casual pda. nothing too over the top, but he’s always touching you in some way. either his hand resting on your lower back, his pinky interlinked with yours, his knee knocking against yours when you’re sitting next to each other. it’s subconscious, really, he just likes being close to you

⭑𓂃 he gets so flustered when you compliment him. you tell him he looks good, and he’s instantly looking away, biting back a smile. “stop,” he’ll mumble, cheeks turning pink as he pretends to be all unbothered. but you know he loves it

⭑𓂃 he’s always holding your things for you. your bag, your phone, your coffee, if your hands are full he’ll take something without you even asking. he carries all your shopping bags when you’re out together, and if you’re wearing a jacket and get too warm, he’ll drape it over his arm like it’s nothing

⭑𓂃 late night drives are matt’s love language. if either of you is feeling overwhelmed, he’s quick to grab his keys. windows down, music playing in the background, his hand resting on your thigh as he drives. sometimes you talk about everything and sometimes you sit in comforting silence. despite how much he complains about driving his brothers around, whenever you ask he never hesitates. chris and nick constantly call him out for it. “oh, so when we ask, it’s a whole thing, but when she asks, you’re already in the car?” matt just shrugs, gripping the wheel with one hand and reaching for yours with the other. “it’s not the same.”

⭑𓂃 he loves watching movies with you. doesn’t matter what kind, he just likes having you curled up next to him, sharing a blanket. if it’s a horror movie, he’ll joke about you getting scared just so you’ll cling to him. if it’s a romcom, he’ll pretend he’s not into it, but you always catch him actually getting a bit too invested in the story

⭑𓂃 he’s not the best at texting, but he tries for you. he prefers to talk in person, but he makes the effort to send you updates throughout the day, even if they’re just random pictures or a “miss you” text

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[popcornpoppypop]

For What Benefit?

Summary: Part 3 of the Like You Series. Matt's getting nightmares, Matt is acting like a nightmare. Robby is put in the middle of a family struggling to survive.

Warnings: Blood, Anger, shouting, PTSD, nightmares

A/N: I did some research on what to do during a PTSD nightmare, and there were so many different opinions on it, I went with what I thought Jack would have wanted during the beginnings of his recovery.

The house was quiet, peaceful. All of its inhabitants sleeping soundly. The darkness offering some comfort, keeping the hard truths of their lives at bay for a while. Jack’s arms held you close, his face buried in your hair as a soft snore escaped from his lips. He had always liked to keep some part of himself touching you while he slept, reminded him that you were there and real. Since bringing Matt home, he clung onto you for dear life.

You started to stir, something had shook you from sleep. You sighed, stretching your legs out as you tried to figure out what had woken you. There was small noise coming from downstairs. You couldn’t make it out, probably Matt watching TV. You rolled over and started to fall back to sleep.

“No! No! Please!!” Matt’s screams made you and Jack bolt straight up. “Stop!! Please!” His screams more desperate, there was a crash. You threw your robe on and fled down the stairs. Matt was throwing himself around on his bed, his eyes squeezed shut in a desperate attempt to get the images to stop.

“Matt! Baby! You’re okay!” You ran over to him, grabbing his arms to keep him from hitting himself. You didn’t see the mug that he’d shattered on the floor.

“Careful, honey.” Jack came limping behind you, he had haphazardly thrown his foot on.

“M-momma!” He cried, not able to wake himself. Hearing him say Momma instead of Mom made it all the more heartbreaking, knowing he called for you when he was shot. He had stopped calling you that when he was ten, only when he was hurt or scared did he use it.

“I’m here, baby.” You tried to calm him down. “What do I do?” You plead with Jack.

“Just keep talking to him, hold him, he knows it’s you. It’ll ground him.” Jack said as he sat on the bed next to you two.

“Matt, you’re okay. You’re home, you’re safe.” You said, trying to wake him.

“Jack! Please, don’t go!” Matt cried, his chest heaving with his painful breaths. 

“I’m right here, Matt. Not going anywhere.” Jack said, taken aback by him calling out. Did he remember being wheeled into the ER? He wasn’t conscious, or that was what Jack saw initially. Did he miss him waking up?

“Matt, baby, open your eyes. It’s okay. You’re safe.” You encouraged. His screams died out as he started to regain his composure. He looked up at you with his big doe eyes, and your heart broke again.

“Momma…” He cried as you pulled him to your chest.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” You kissed his head, rubbing circles on his back. Jack reached out to put a hand on his shoulder but stopped himself.

“I’ll get you some water.” Jack cleared his throat as he got up and went to the kitchen.

“I couldn’t get away from him.” Matt sobbed. “He looked at me. He looked at me when he shot me.” He couldn’t get the memories out of his head.

“Oh my baby.” You’re breath caught in your throat.

“Drink this, you’ll be thirsty as the adrenaline leaves your system.” Jack handed him a water bottle.

“It hurts, like it just happened. I can feel the bullets.” He sipped the water with shaking hands.

“It’s just your brain trying to reconcile your trauma. The pain is real, just your brain making it happen. No bullets left, I promise.” Jack said, handing him one of his pain meds from the side table. 

“I’m crazy. I’m fucking crazy.” Matt’s eyes were wide, in shock.

“No, not crazy. Traumatized. Everyone that was there is going through the same thing right now.” Jack put a timid hand on Matt’s shoulder.

“Do you need me to stay with you?” You offered as you cupped his cheek in your hand.

“No. I want to be alone.” His voice was small but still trying to be defiant. You hung your head and nodded.

“Okay, Matt. Try and rest.” You sighed, bending down to pick up the broken mug. You went into the kitchen and dumped it, running back upstairs. Jack chased after you.

“You can’t expect him to feel cured by you holding him.” Jack sighed as he closed the door to the bedroom.

“I know. I know, but it used to.” You’re voice tight as you fought to control your emotions.

“Honey, this is going to be hard for all of us. You have to give yourself grace.” He held your face in his hand, this thumb tracing your cheekbone.

“My baby is hurt, Jack. He’s hurt and I can’t fix it. I’m a doctor who can’t fix her son. How do I let myself have grace? The one thing I’m supposed to do and I can’t do it.” You sobbed, Jack wrapped you in his arms.

“I don’t know. I have no idea.” He felt himself shudder.

“Should we cancel PT tomorrow? He’s going to be upset tomorrow, I don’t want him taking it out on the therapists.” You sighed.

“No, they’ll be able to handle it. He needs to get into a routine, start to feel normal.” Jack sat next to you. “He needs to work towards something.” He hung his head, a small glitter of red caught his eye.

“You’re right, maybe working towards healing will give him a purpose.” You ran a hand through your hair.

“Honey, you’re bleeding.” Jack picked up your foot to examine it.

“I must have cut it on the mug. It’s fine.” You waved him off.

“Let me clean it up.” Jack limped over to his go bag, grabbing bandaging material from it.

“Your leg hurts tonight.” You state, not giving him room to argue.

“It’s fine.” He said as he worked on cleaning your foot. “You should get a few stitches.” Jack sighed, looking up at you.

“I’m not going to the pitt tonight.” You rolled your eyes.

“I have lidocaine and suture in my bag. No guarantees it won’t get infected.” Jack said as he laid you back on the bed. He grabbed a towel to prop your foot up.

“You can wrap it. I’ll make one of my residents do it tomorrow.” You said, sitting up on your elbows.

“I’ll do a better job and we both know it.” He said, a hint of a smile on his face. “Relax, let me take care of you.” He said, gently laying you back, his hand trailing across your collarbone.

“Jack.” His name left your lips like a plea.

“I feel helpless, let me do the one thing I’m good at.” He kissed you before moving to tend to your foot. He dragged the desk chair over and laid out his supplies. Jack moved to roll your robe up your leg, his fingers lazily stroking down your shin before holding your foot.

“If this how you treat all your laceration repairs, I’m worried.” You softly chuckle.

“VIP treatment, just for you.” He keeps his eyes on your foot. “This will burn.” He warns as he injects the lidocaine. You hiss in pain, but don’t pull away. “You know that you can ask for a break if you need one.” He starts suturing the wound.

“He doesn’t get to.” You mumble.

“He needs you to be fully functional. If that means a break, you need to take it.” He flicked his eyes up to you.

“You should listen to your own advice. We need you functional too.” You said.

“I’m okay.” Jack mutters.

“Baby, you’re breaking apart. I can’t imagine how hard it is to hear him talk about you freezing like that. It’s eating at you. When was the last time you went to your therapist?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been busy.” He grumbles as he finishes the sutures and wraps your foot. “Maybe you should schedule an appointment.” You offered.

“I’m Fine.” He snapped. You shook your head, running your hands down your face.

“Jack, I can’t be responsible for everyone’s emotions. I can’t carry all of that.” You sighed as you crawled under the covers and turned away from him.

Jack turned the lights off, standing watching you in the moonlight. He knew you were right. You usually were.

You and Jack dropped Matt off for his PT. He had told you that he didn’t want you there to watch. The therapists reassured you that it was normal for him to feel like that.

“Hey, Dr. Abbot! We’ve been missing you down here.” Mateo smiled as he walked past.

“Bullshit.” Jack snorted.

“What are you two doing down here?” Robby asked.

“Matt kicked us out of PT.” You shrugged.

“Can’t blame him. It’s bleak the first few weeks.” Jack sighed.

“How are you holding up?” Robby asked. You looked over at Jack who avoided eye contact with Robby.

“um, surviving. He’s having nightmares now, it’s hard. Having to hear him scream like that.” You cleared your throat.

“I can’t imagine.” Robby put a hand on your shoulder.

“Well, I’m sure your busy with patients. We’re going to get some shopping done while he’s out.” Jack said pulling you away. Robby simply stood out of the way, his head hung low.

“Hey. Hey!” You ripped your arm from Jack’s grip as you left the building. “What the hell was that?” You snapped.

“You said you wanted to get the shopping done. I’m just going to the car.” He grumbled.

“Oh, don’t play that with me. Robby put a hand on my shoulder, and you start acting like a feral dog? Jack, come on.” You crossed your arms, standing firm.

“God!” He yelled, running his hands through his hair and growling to himself. “I fucking feel it, I see it! I know I’m being fucking stupid! I can’t stop it! Seeing him be better for you two, I can’t figure out how to deal with it!” Jack stomped off to the car.

“Jack. Jack!” You ran after him. “He’s not being better for us. He isn’t dealing with this like you. You’re letting what Matt said get to you. You know he only said that because he’s hurt. There isn’t anyone else that we need right now.” You grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to look at you.

“I feel like I’m not helping enough. Like I should be better at this.” He sighed.

“Honey, no one is good at this. There is no way to be good at this. You’re staying, you’re putting in the work. That’s all that matters. One day, maybe years from now, Matt will see that.” You pulled him to you. He rested his head on your shoulder.  “Call your therapist.” You kissed his cheek and marched back to the car.

Jack pulled out his phone and dialed the office for his therapist. He made an appointment for Thursday.

You had to admit, the shopping trip felt like a vacation. You and Jack wandered the aisles without a care in the world. It was peaceful, and you both felt somewhat recharged.

“No, I like the lavender soap. You smell like fucking spring.” Jack kissed your cheek as you walked into the building.

“Alright, I think it might be a bit much. But if you like it.” You smiled as you walked up to the desk of the physical therapist.

“Oh, hello.” The receptionist looked at you, confused.

“We’re here for Matt. He should be done with his session.” You looked at her, confused.

“Yes. He finished about ten minutes ago. Said he wanted to go be with a friend that worked in the ER. Dr. Robby.” She said.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. Jack crossed his arms, trying to keep control of his emotions but the jealousy was hard to fight.

“Thank you.” You said, grabbed Jack’s arm, and started for The Pitt.

“I know he’s doing this on purpose and I shouldn’t let him win, but it’s getting really fucking hard.” Jack mumbled through his teeth.

You walked into the ER and saw Matt and Robby sitting at the Nurses station. They were in deep conversation, brows furrowed.

“Matt.” You called as you walked over, your face telegraphing to the world your unhappiness.

“Mom, I was just talking to Robby while you guys were running late.” He said in an attempt to mitigate the situation.

“Matthew, you don’t get to come down here and bother people. They have important jobs to be doing and you are impeding them.” You said, your arms crossed and going into full ‘mom mode’.

“Y/N, it’s fine-”

“No. I’m not hearing it.” You interrupted Robby. “You’re the chief attending of one of the busiest emergency rooms in the country. You are being nice, too nice.” You ended up reprimanding Robby in the heat of the moment. “My son is playing some kind of mind game with us for what benefit, I don’t know! I get you are angry, I get you are hurt and that I will never truly be able to understand what you’re going through. None of that gives you the right to treat the two people who care about you most like toys, like our feelings don’t matter.” You scolded Matt. He was sinking down in his chair, not used to being yelled at in public so much.

“You’re being crazy right now.” Matt muttered, barely audible.

“Yeah? I don’t care.” You spat.

“Mom, I’m seventeen! You can’t control me like a toddler!”

“Then stop acting like one.” You felt your face getting hot, Jack put a hand on your shoulder. A subtle sign that you should reel it back.

“You’re being a bitch!” He yelled, so loud most of the ER turned to see who had said it.

“Whoa!” “Hey!” Robby and Jack got in front of him, pushing you out of the way.

“You know my rule! You know that you don’t talk like that to your mother!” Jack barked, his voice booming.

“Everything okay?” Ahmed, one of the security guards, came over.

“It’s fine, thank you.” Robby waved him off.

“You’re all acting like fucking lunatics!” Matt tried to match Jack’s voice.

“Look, Matt-” Robby Started.

“I will handle my son, Dr. Robinavitch!” Jack snapped. Robby looked at him in shock. He couldn’t remember the last time Jack had called him by his full name, let alone yelled at him.

“Jack, I wasn’t trying to step on your toes.”

“You’re not my fucking father! You are not my dad!” Matt screamed, tears running down his face.

“Matt, please.” You begged.

“Take him to the car.” Jack said, lowering his voice for you.

“Jack-”

“Please.” Jack plead, handing you the keys.  You sighed as you grabbed Matt’s chair and wheeled him out of the hospital.

“Jack, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get in the middle of anything.” Robby put his hands up in surrender.

“Yeah. But you did.” Jack growled, he felt himself being irrational but couldn’t stop it. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for him. Respectfully, stay the fuck away from my kid.” Jack snapped and walked off.

Robby stood at the nurse's station feeling like he’d just been run over by a truck.

“You good Cap?” Dana came up to him, concern written all over her face.

“Yeah. Just don’t know how to help.” He shook his head.

“Just give them space. That kid is trying to figure out how to tread water and he thinks anger is the way to do it. He needs to see that it’s Jack that he needs.” Dana gave him a pat on the shoulder.

The drive home was silent. No one speaking due to fear of saying something they shouldn’t. The anger was palpable.

You helped Matt into the house and parked his chair in the kitchen.

“I’m not hungry.” He mumbled.

“I’m not feeding you right now.” You crossed your arms as you sat down in front of him. “You want to be angry? Fine. I understand, we understand. But what I’m not going to allow is you to treat the one person who can actually help you understand what you're going through like trash.” You said, wiping the angry tears from your face.

“Honey.” Jack stood behind you.

“No. I’m putting a stop to this. I can’t handle this anymore! I’m at my wits' end, Matt!” You threw your hands in the air.  

“Why do you always pick him!?” Matt yelled.

“I don’t. I pick you, every time. Jack has been patient and he has been kind to you in ways you don’t understand. The grace he has given you, no one else would. You need him now, more than ever. I won’t let you push him away from you.”

“He’s a coward!” Matt cried.

“Matt, stop!” You growled.

“Kid, I’m just trying to help you.” Jack sighed.

“But you couldn’t when I was on that fucking gurney!” Matt spat.

“What?” Jack looked at him, surprised.

“You froze! I was barely conscious. I remember getting wheeled in, I remember the nurses running around. One of them asked you about blood. You froze! Robby had to come in. I didn’t want Robby, I wanted you!” Matt sobbed.

“Matt…” Jack was beside himself. “The sight of you…covered in blood. I couldn’t function. There’s a reason we aren’t allowed to treat family. There is no way to be rational when it’s someone you love dying in front of you. I asked Robby to take over because it’s what was best for you.” Jack’s voice was struggling to stay strong. His eyes stung as he fought the tears.

“Jack did what anyone else would have done. I couldn’t have treated you if I was there. If the roles were reversed and it was Jake bleeding out, Robby would have stepped aside.” You explained.

“I was scared. I wanted my Jack.” Matt’s voice was small and it broke Jack into pieces.

“I’m sorry.”  That was all Jack could manage. “I wouldn’t change what I did because it means you’re still here. Matt, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you on this fucking planet. Anything to keep you alive. I love you.” Jack didn’t avoid eye contact, kept it. Wanting to make sure Matt felt the words he was saying.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Matt sobbed, Jack jumped up and wrapped him in his arms.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” Jack whispered, finally holding him again.