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sagesturns · 3 months ago

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˖°. too good- m.s ˖°.

contents: smut. pnv. riding. possessive dom!matt. orgasm control. overstimulation. praising/degradation (?) inspo from here!

you start out on top—bare thighs straddling his hips, nails biting into the broad slope of his shoulders as you try to move the way he likes. try. because your pace is never fast enough. never deep enough. never fucking good enough for him.

and he lets you know it—with that little smirk he gives right before his hands clamp down hard on your ass, fingers digging deep enough to bruise. there’s no warning, no softness. he jerks you down, hard, the full stretch of him punching the breath out of your lungs like you weren’t prepared, like you haven’t done this before. and yet—it still shocks you. every time.

he groans when your cunt clenches around him, sharp and needy. “oh, you like that, huh? can’t even ride me right, but you’re so damn greedy for it.” he’s laughing now, but it’s not mean. It’s worse—fond, like he adores the way you twitch on his cock, like your helplessness is his favourite thing.

your body trembles, slick and overstimulated, heat coiling low in your gut. he knows. of course he knows. he fucks like he can feel every nerve in your body, like he owns them.

“you’re shaking, sweetheart,” he coos mockingly, pinning your hips down as he slams up into you again and again, thick and fast and devastatingly perfect. “that mean you’re close? you gonna cum just from this?”

you whimper, your nails scraping down his chest as your vision blurs. your voice is nothing more than a desperate plea—broken syllables and wet gasps. he grabs your jaw, forces you to look at him. he watches you, lips parted, flushed and panting beneath you like you're a gift he doesn't know how to deserve, even while he's the one fucking the sanity from your bones. “that’s it,” he coaxes, voice frayed with restraint. “you feel that? taking me so good—god, so good, can’t even think—”

you can’t. Think. not with how he’s rolling you onto him, guiding your body like it belongs to him. your voice cracks in a whine as you try to speak—his name, maybe, or more, or please, or nothing at all. it’s just noise now, needy and sweet and breathless.

matt’s gaze snaps to your face, and something in it breaks, like he’s never going to get enough of the way you look when you're falling apart just for him. “you sound so pretty like this,” he breathes, thumbing over your jaw before guiding your forehead to his. “you always do when you’re close. you gonna fall apart for me, sweethart? huh?”

your head nods, desperate. “y-yeah, I—hahh—’m, ‘m gonna—please, matt—” the words come out broken, drawn out in soft little sobs that don’t sound like you anymore.

he curses under his breath, and you feel him twitch inside you. “fuck—hold on for me, just a little longer. you can do that, can’t you? be my good girl?”

your answer’s not really words—just a string of high sounds and a full-body tremble—but he takes it, dragging you down flush and grinding into the deepest spot inside you until your eyes flutter back and your whole body stutters like a glitch. stars burst behind your eyelids.

“matt—matt—” you choke, clinging to him like you’ll float away otherwise.

“i got you,” he whispers against your temple, voice shaking now too, his own pace faltering as he loses himself in the heat of you. “always got you.”

and when it finally hits—white-hot, shattering—you swear the world doesn’t fall apart. It falls perfectly into place.

a/n: i saw that post and HAD to write this.

taglist: @sweetshuga. @strnilolover. @sturnmeovr. @marrykisskilled. @cherryystemm

©sagesturns☆

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jibitzlesscrocs · 10 days ago

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Can you write a smut where Matt is playing video games with Chris but Matt’s needy subby girlfriend needs to be full so he lets her c0€k warm him but she needs more so she won’t stop moving and he eventually give her multiple rounds in different positions

matt sturniolo x reader

warning : smut , p n v, multiple rounds, positions, cockwarming, degrading, dom!matt

needy little thing

in which, cockwarming is not enough for reader

Matt’s eyes were glued to the screen, fingers flying over the controller, jaw clenched in concentration. Chris sat on call with him, just as into the game, yelling, “Bro! Get the sniper—LEFT! LEFT, you blind—”

You, meanwhile, were curled in Matt’s lap… impaled on him. Warm, tight, aching.

It had started as cockwarming. You promised him you’d be quiet. “Just wanna feel you,” you whispered into his neck earlier, already dripping before you even got his sweats down. Matt grunted but lifted your hips anyway and let you sink down on him while he turned the game back on. But sitting still with him so deep inside you? Torture. You rocked your hips slowly.

“Stop,” he muttered under his breath, one hand gripping your waist. He didn’t even look at you — just hissed through his teeth, eyes still on the screen. “You said you’d be good.” “I’m trying,” you whispered back, voice thick with need. “You feel too good.”

Another slow roll of your hips. You clenched around him just to be a brat. He twitched inside you. Chris barked a laugh at something on screen, totally unaware of the filthy scene unfolding.

“Last chance, baby,” Matt said through gritted teeth, tone sharp. “If you keep moving, I’ll—” You did it again. Only this time, you ground down harder, whining faintly as you did. Matt dropped the controller.

Chris blinked, confused. “Yo? What happened?” Matt grabbed you under your thighs and stood up suddenly, your body bouncing on his cock as he carried you straight to the bed.

“Give me like fifteen,” he called to Chris on call.

“Fifteen?!” Chris shouted. “You’re abandoning me mid—”

The call ended.

—

Your back hit the bed, Matt looming over you, jaw tight, eyes dark.

“You couldn’t wait?”

You were already whining, grinding up against him, his cock still buried inside you from earlier. “I need you, Matty… it’s been all day—” He didn’t let you finish. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed into you hard enough to make your moan catch in your throat.

“Then you’ll take everything I give you.” He started fucking you deep and slow, letting you feel every inch of him dragging along your soaked walls. You reached for him with shaking hands, your body arching into his.

Matt’s hand came up to your throat, not choking — just holding you there, keeping you grounded as he picked up the pace. You clung to him, breathy and desperate. “More. Please… again, again—” He flipped you over. Bent you. Pushed back in like he never left. You screamed into the mattress. Matt slammed back into you from behind, groaning low as your walls fluttered around him, already too sensitive from how long you’d been sitting full of him.

“Loud now, huh?” he growled, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “Couldn’t keep still. Couldn’t follow one simple rule.” Your moan cracked, body arching under him. “I needed you,” you sobbed, “I needed to be fucked—” “And now you’re gonna get it,” he snapped.

He dragged out every thrust until you were clenching and whining and clawing the sheets. His voice dipped, dangerous and calm. “You like being my little toy, huh? All stuffed and helpless. Just my pretty little hole to use.” You nodded frantically, voice gone. The only sound you could make was a broken whimper as he pounded into you harder, hips snapping against your ass. He leaned over you, hand tangling in your hair, yanking your head back to whisper in your ear:

“You think Chris could tell? That you were stuffed full of cock while we played? Think he heard you trying to act innocent? You were so fucking wet I could feel you dripping.” You gasped as your walls fluttered again. He chuckled darkly.

“Oh, you liked that, huh? You dirty little thing.” He pulled out suddenly and you cried out at the emptiness.

“On your back. Now.” You scrambled to obey. Your thighs trembled as you spread them wide for him, eyes glassy, lips swollen from biting back moans earlier. Matt looked wrecked. Sweat clung to his chest, hair falling in his eyes, cock flushed and leaking.

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmured, crawling between your legs. “All ruined and ready for more.” He thrust back in hard and didn’t give you a second to adjust — just fucked into you with relentless pace, watching your face twist in overstimmed pleasure. You came again fast — blinding, body-spasming fast — and he didn’t stop.

“That’s it,” he grunted, holding your legs up and fucking deeper. “One more. You’ve got another in you, I know you do.” He manhandled you onto his lap next. You were trembling, wrecked, barely able to hold yourself up. But you straddled him, still needy.

“Ride,” he ordered. You obeyed, bouncing on his cock while he cupped your tits, bit at your throat, muttering filth into your skin. “You’re mine,” he breathed. “My good girl. My mess. You’re gonna be leaking me all night, baby.”

“Please, please,” you cried, not even sure what you were begging for anymore. “Don’t stop—don’t—!” He took over again. Laid you flat on your side, leg thrown over his shoulder, and fucked you through it. Your orgasm hit like a freight train — white-hot, screaming, dizzy. You sobbed his name as you came for the third time. That’s when he gave in. His moan broke into a growl, and he spilled inside you, cock twitching deep as your walls milked him greedily. He didn’t pull out. Just collapsed on top of you, chest against your back, both of you shaking.

⸻

A few minutes passed. Your skin buzzed, body heavy and spent. You couldn’t move — didn’t want to. Matt kissed your shoulder softly. “You okay, baby?” You nodded faintly. “Too good…”

He chuckled gently, pulling out slowly, both of you hissing at the overstimulation. He kissed your forehead next. “You were so good for me. So fucking hot. I mean it.” You blushed, burying your face in his neck.

“Let me clean you up,” he murmured, already rising to grab a warm towel and water bottle. He tucked you under the covers after, settling beside you with one arm wrapped tight around your waist. “Still needy?” he teased.

You smiled sleepily, voice hoarse. “Always.” “Yeah?” he kissed your temple. “Good. Rest now. I’ve got more for you when you wake up.”

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MAI’S STORE

this low-key has to be the dirtiest thing i’ve ever written

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luvoverdose · 6 months ago

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‘ 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 ‘ — 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

▏in which. Matt never expected to find his forever at a friend’s wedding, but fate had other plans.

contains. super cutesy fluff, swearing,

Matt and his family trudged through the biting cold, their thick layers offering little protection against the sharp, relentless wind. Snow crunched beneath their boots, and the occasional gust sent icy flurries stinging against their cheeks.

"Who even gets married in the middle of winter?" Nick muttered under his breath, casting a glance at his brothers as they neared the grand entrance of the venue. His tone was equal parts exasperated and incredulous, his breath clouding in the frosty air.

"Someone with a serious love for frostbite," Matt replied dryly, adjusting his scarf and pulling his coat tighter as another gust whipped past them. Behind them, their mother shot them a look that could freeze water midair.

"Behave yourselves," she said sharply. "It's a beautiful day, and you're not the ones getting married."

Nick snorted but kept his thoughts to himself as the family reached the door. A wave of warmth and the sound of muffled laughter spilled out, promising a stark contrast to the frigid outdoors.

Meanwhile, you were upstairs with your sister, the bride, trying your best to ignore the icy chill seeping through the old walls. The small space heater in the corner did little more than hum uselessly, and you rubbed your arms in a futile attempt to warm up.

"Is there any heat up here? Holy shit," you muttered, smoothing down your crimson silk dress, the fabric offering no protection against the cold. The deep red shimmered in the dim light, but all you could focus on was the goosebumps prickling your skin.

"We agreed on no complaining, remember?" your sister teased, her voice light and steady despite the chaos of the day. She turned back to the mirror, tilting her head slightly as she adjusted the delicate lace sleeves of her gown. "Plus, I think I’m ready."

She smiled softly, her reflection radiating that surreal bridal glow you’d only ever seen in movies. Grabbing her bouquet—an elegant arrangement of deep reds, creams, and greens—she turned to face you fully, her excitement bubbling just beneath the surface.

"You sure? No cold feet?" you asked with a wry grin, crossing your arms to fight the chill again.

Her smile widened, her eyes sparkling. "None. But if my toes fall off from this weather, you’re carrying me down the aisle."

Downstairs, the final details were falling into place as the ceremony began. The seating was elegant but simple, white chairs dusted with evergreen sprigs and soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the room. The cold outside was forgotten in the cozy ambiance, and soon, it was time for the bridal party to take their places.

You stood in line with the other bridesmaids, gripping your bouquet tightly, your crimson dress catching the flickering light with every slight movement. The music began to swell, and Justin, Matt’s older brother and your assigned escort for the walk down the aisle, gave you a charming grin as he offered his arm.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice calm but tinged with amusement.

“As I’ll ever be,” you replied, looping your arm through his, hoping your heels wouldn’t betray you.

The two of you glided down the aisle in sync, all eyes on the bridal party. Well, almost all.

From where he stood at the groomsmen’s line, Matt caught sight of you, and the air seemed to leave his lungs entirely. He’d seen pretty women before, sure—but this? You were magnetic. The way the silk hugged your figure, the soft waves of your hair, the confident set of your shoulders as you moved with Justin—it was all too much and yet not enough.

His thoughts spiraled somewhere he probably shouldn’t have let them go in the middle of a wedding. He cleared his throat and tried to focus, but his eyes kept wandering back to you. Every curve, every subtle sway of your hips—it all demanded his full attention.

“Eyes forward,” his younger brother nudged him, smirking.

Matt forced himself to stare straight ahead, but his thoughts were anything but innocent.

After the ceremony and the dreamy reception filled with laughter, dancing, and endless champagne, Matt found himself standing at the edge of the room, nursing a drink and stealing glances at you across the crowd. You were laughing at something Justin had said, your head tilting back in a way that made Matt’s chest tighten.

Screw it, he thought.

“Hey, Justin,” Matt said, stepping up to his brother, trying to sound casual. “Who’s your date?”

Justin’s brow arched, a knowing smile creeping onto his face. “Not my date. That’s Y/N, one of the bridesmaids. Why?”

Matt shrugged, though the heat rising to his neck betrayed his nonchalance. “Think you could introduce us?”

Justin laughed, clapping Matt on the shoulder. “Man, you’ve been staring at her all night. Took you long enough to ask. Come on.”

Matt followed Justin across the room, his pulse quickening with every step. The moment Justin tapped your shoulder and said, “Hey, there’s someone you’ve got to meet,” Matt swore he forgot how to breathe.

You turned at Justin’s voice, your curious smile still lingering from whatever joke he’d told you moments before. When your eyes landed on Matt, that smile didn’t just linger—it deepened, and Matt felt it like a punch to the chest.

“This is my brother, Matt,” Justin said casually, giving Matt a little shove forward. “He’s been dying to meet you all night.”

“Has he now?” you asked, your voice teasing but warm, your gaze locking onto Matt’s.

Matt chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Not dying, exactly. Maybe… curious.”

“Curious, huh?” You tilted your head, your lips quirking into a playful grin. “Well, Matt, I’m Y/N. One of the bridesmaids, but I’m guessing you already knew that.”

Justin laughed, shaking his head. “And with that, my work here is done. Don’t blow it, Matt.” He clapped his brother on the back and walked off, leaving the two of you alone amidst the buzz of the reception.

Matt took a breath, trying to steady himself. “So… what do I say to someone who’s managed to distract me during an entire wedding ceremony?”

You raised a brow, your grin turning sly. “Is that your way of saying you were staring at me?”

He smirked, leaning slightly closer. “Guilty. But can you blame me? That dress is… dangerous.” His voice dipped, low enough to send a shiver up your spine.

“Oh, is that right?” you shot back, heat rising to your cheeks as you glanced away for a moment. “Careful, Matt, I might start thinking you’re trouble.”

He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping into a near-whisper. “And what if I am?”

Your breath caught for a second, but you refused to let him see you falter. You met his gaze head-on, a playful spark in your eyes. “Then I guess we’ll find out.”

The music shifted to a slower song, and Matt held out his hand without breaking eye contact. “Dance with me?”

You hesitated, just long enough to make him sweat a little, before finally slipping your hand into his. “Why not?”

The two of you moved to the dance floor, the world narrowing to just the two of you as Matt’s hand settled on your waist. His touch was warm, steady, and the way he looked at you—like you were the only person in the room—made your heart race.

“So, Matt,” you began, your voice light as you swayed to the music, “is this how you usually meet women at weddings?”

“Only the ones who make crimson look like a weapon,” he replied smoothly, earning a laugh from you.

As the night wore on, the conversation flowed as effortlessly as the dance, and by the end of the song, Matt knew one thing for certain: he wasn’t letting this be a one-time meeting.

The night carried on, the reception buzzing with laughter, music, and the kind of warmth that only weddings seemed to conjure. You found yourself mingling with family and friends, caught up in lighthearted conversations and the occasional glass of champagne. Every now and then, though, you’d catch Matt’s gaze across the room. He wasn’t subtle—each time your eyes met, a faint smile would tug at his lips, his eyes lingering just a beat too long.

It was after the cake cutting, when the crowd was thinning out on the dance floor, that Matt finally made his move. You were standing near the bar, swirling the last of your drink in your glass, when his voice broke through the din.

“Thought I’d find you here,” he said, leaning casually against the bar next to you.

You turned, your lips curving into a smirk. “Oh yeah? Stalking me now?”

“Not stalking,” he countered smoothly. “Just... gravitating.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you set your glass down. “Nice save.”

Matt grinned, his confidence growing with every second you stayed engaged. “So, how’s the night treating you?”

“It’s been fun,” you admitted. “Weddings have a way of making everything feel a little... magical.”

“Magical, huh?” He tilted his head, his eyes locking onto yours in a way that sent a flutter through your chest. “I’d agree. I think I got pretty lucky tonight.”

“Lucky how?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well,” he said, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make your pulse quicken, “I met someone who completely stole my attention the moment I saw her. And now I’m trying to figure out how to make sure tonight isn’t the last time I see her.”

Your breath caught for a moment, his words catching you off guard. But you quickly recovered, your lips quirking into a sly smile. “You’re laying it on thick, huh?”

“Maybe,” he admitted, a soft laugh escaping him. “But I’m not lying.”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider his words. “Alright, then. Let’s say I believe you. What’s your next move?”

Matt’s grin turned boyish, almost endearing. “I was hoping you’d make it easy on me and just give me your number.”

You blinked, surprised by his straightforwardness, but the sincerity in his eyes made you soften. “Just like that, huh?”

“Just like that,” he said, holding out his phone. “Unless you want me to beg, but I’ve got to warn you—I’m terrible at it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you took his phone. “Alright, Matt. You’ve earned it.”

As you typed in your number, you felt his eyes on you, the weight of his attention palpable. When you handed the phone back, your fingers brushed against his, sending a jolt of warmth through you.

“There,” you said, your voice light but tinged with a hint of challenge. “Don’t lose it.”

Matt slipped his phone into his pocket, his gaze never leaving yours. “Oh, don’t worry. I won’t.”

For a moment, the noise of the reception faded, the two of you standing there like the only people in the room. And when you finally broke away to join the rest of the bridal party, you couldn’t help but glance back over your shoulder—only to find Matt still watching you, his smile soft and undeniably hopeful.

A year later, the two of you sat on the couch in Matt’s apartment, a warm blanket draped over your legs as the soft glow of fairy lights lit the room. His arm rested around your shoulders, pulling you close while you balanced a photo album in your lap. The album was new, one you’d put together after months of sorting through photos from your sister’s wedding—the day that changed everything.

“That was such a good day,” you murmured, running your fingers over a photo of the bride and groom sharing their first dance.

Matt leaned over to peek at the page, his lips curving into a smile. “It was. Perfect weather, cold but perfect, great food, good music…” He paused, his voice dropping into that familiar playful tone. “And then there was this one bridesmaid who completely stole the show.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing as you flipped to the next page. “Oh, please. No one was looking at me when my sister was in that dress.”

“Wrong,” Matt said firmly, his voice soft but certain. He reached out, flipping the album back to a photo of you walking down the aisle with Justin. The crimson dress shimmered under the light, your smile radiant as you glanced at the crowd. “I couldn’t look away. You were the most stunning thing I’d ever seen.”

You felt your cheeks warm at the memory, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Maybe,” he admitted, pulling you closer, “but it’s true. I mean, come on, our whole story started there. If that’s not the definition of a meet-cute, I don’t know what is.”

You grinned, flipping to a photo of the two of you on the dance floor later that night. Your hand was resting on his chest, his head tilted down toward you as you laughed at something he’d said. The moment looked so natural, so effortless, that it was hard to believe it had only been hours after meeting him.

“It was kind of magical, wasn’t it?” you said softly, your fingers tracing the edge of the photo. “I mean, weddings are always special, but that one…”

“Was fate,” Matt finished for you, his voice playful but sincere.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Fate? Really? You’re going full rom-com on me now?”

“Hey, if the shoe fits,” he teased, brushing a kiss against your temple. “Think about it. If my brother hadn’t walked you down the aisle, if you hadn’t gone to the bar at the exact moment I worked up the courage to talk to you… it all just lined up.”

“Okay, maybe it was fate,” you conceded with a smile, tilting your head to look up at him. “But you were so smooth that night, Matt. I still can’t believe you just handed me your phone and asked for my number.”

“Hey, I knew what I wanted,” he said with a shrug, leaning back with a smug grin. “And clearly, it worked out pretty well for me.”

You rolled your eyes again, though your smile softened as you turned the page to the final photo—a candid shot of the two of you at the reception. You were standing outside the venue, your arms wrapped around each other, laughing at some forgotten joke while snow fell softly in the background.

“That was my favorite moment,” you admitted quietly, your finger brushing over the photo. “It was freezing, and my heels were killing me, but I didn’t care. It was just… us.”

Matt leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “That was the moment I knew I didn’t want it to be just one night.”

You looked up at him, your smile warm and a little teasing. “Oh, you knew, huh? All because of a wedding?”

“All because of our wedding,” he corrected, his eyes sparkling as he pulled you closer. “The one we didn’t plan, but somehow turned out perfect anyway.”

©luvoverdose

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. cute idea, not sure i executed it exactly how i wanted but that’s ok. as soon as i saw the wedding photos of matt this idea popped into my head sooo i hope you guys enjoy

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okshu · 1 year ago

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—ㅤ⠀ 峠ㅤ⠀ 𝗐͟𝗐͟𝗐﹕﹙ZB1 FIC RECS﹚

all fics of zb1 that me and @sxmmerberries read and swooned over at the dead of the night. the authors are really talented too so make sure to check out their other works too.

▨ LEGEND ㄑ f - fluff, a - angst, s - smut

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한유진 ─── HAN YUJIN

a spark of light by @ohsunnyboy [f] [bestfriends, homework, pining away and gaming]

love lock by @trsrina [f]

mario cart by @trsrina [f]

2a.m. crisis by @slytherinshua [f, sickfic]

side dishes by @gyubaseone [f]

everything is okay by @taeraemisu [f]

7:39 pm by @itsactuallylina [f]

red thread of fate by @carmesi-butterfly [f]

제로베이스원 ─── OT9 / POLY

zb1 top 3 kinks by @melobin [s] [not including gunwook & yujin]

cute things zb1 do as you bf by @tzuberry [f] [maknae line hcs]

she's busy bro by @haesunflower [f] [text imagines, yujin not included]

cuddling with zb1 by @cinnajun [f] [headcannons, yujin not inc]

this love is small by @taeiun [f] [some of the little things that they do in your relationship, yujin not inc]

zb1 as love tropes by @tzuberry [f] [headcannons, maknae line]

sweet venom by @taeiun [f] [headcannons, pulling them by the collar and kissing, 02z + 04z + gw]

zb1 as your boyfriends by @cinnajun [f] [hcs, yujin not incl]

zb1 as taylor swift songs by @zhng96 [f] [blurbs]

calling your bsf "babe" by @zhng96 [f] [text imagines]

why him by @hariboz [f] [text imagines, you ask for another member's pc]

why didn't you kiss me by @hariboz [f] [text imagines]

favourite places to kiss by @loserlvrss [f] [blurb, gw + yj not incl]

is this mine? by @kkongdakz [f] [reaction, when you wear their clothes]

we're so cliché by @kkongdakz [f] [zb1 as love tropes]

kiss me by @kkongdakz [sugg] [making out with hyung line]

you being sleep deprived/sleep drunk by @sxmmerberries [f] [maknae line + taerae, text imagines]

no more kisses by @faithst [f] [ot8, hcs, s/o being shy after every kiss]

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fanbasetwo · 6 months ago

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┊ ZEROBASEONE NSFW LINKS!! ♡︎

pairing: legal line of zb1 x female reader . warnings: twt p.rn links, a lot of nasty stuff tbh . [LIBRARY]

[001] — although you and jiwoong had been fighting for a few days, what were the results? better than ever. when he fingered you to make up for the argument, what could be better than you caressing his dick?

[002] — hao most certainly did not understand what you meant when you invited him to test a new s.x toy. he did understand what you meant, though, now that you were using it on him.

[003] — you were supposed to spend the weekend to ensure you had had some quality time with your husband but somehow that statement could also mean—some good fucking quality time with your husband hanbin. switching places on the counter with him eating your pussy and then you returning the favor by licking your favourite treat, his cock.

[004] — it was too difficult for you to stay apart from matthew, but the energy was evident when you two were reunited. soft caressing, gentle riding, and quick fucking with tender cuddles are all examples.

[005] — taerae was rather on the gentle side but would you complain when he punishes you for being a brat all day?

[006] — just ricky taking his favourite girl, you, in doggy style after you jokingly said that “his dick isn't enough to satisfy you” guess he'll have to prove himself then.

[007] — when your sweet boyfriend gyuvin took you against the wall after you said that you liked men who did it “rough” all the while knowing that gyuvin had been anything but rough… but guess you changed it for once.

[008] — you were completely opposed to gunwook’s idea at first, but as he demonstrated what it really included, now, you didn't appear to mind it all that much. He teased you by inserting his cock inside your underwear and rubbing it next to your pussy, getting the material so moist that it was nearly translucent and extremely sensitive.

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lvlybin · 4 months ago

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legal line on what positions they would take you in 🤤 or any member would be fine too!

cw unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, mentions of babies, creampies, squirting, overstimulation, size kink, strength king, backshots, clit play, nipple play, a couple of spanks, implications of oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, implications of cockwarming, belly bulge 18+ MDNI

✉️ sorry if I got any of the position names wrong! also, they're all pretty basic positions, but I didn't want to go too crazy with them for this ask lol! thanks for the awesome thought anonie

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓙iwoong ﹙𝓴.﹚

legs over his shoulders

Jiwoong is a very intense and intimate lover, so he usually wants to get as close to you as possible. This position is the easiest way for him to do that, with how you’re practically folded in half and exposed to him while he can still lean his face down as close to yours as possible. Those are really the only two things he needs. That way, he’s able to kiss you, to watch you fall apart, and to be able to get as deep inside of you as possible.

“C’mon, darling, legs up,” Jiwoong breathes as he adjusts his position on his knees one more time, the movement making the tip of his dick brush against that spot in you that makes you see stars. You gasp sharply, back arching as you try to make sense of his words. The thickness of his cock never failed to stretch your cunt so wonderfully, like he was splitting you in two. He lets out a small sigh, his hands finding your thighs as he practically folds you in half, a small scream leaving you at how deep he is now. “Don’t mind doing everything myself, but didn’t realize that you were already so fucked out, darling.”

As if he were faring any better. The way your cunt clenched down around him, your juices spilling out around where he stretched your interest practically had his eyes rolling back in his head. And now, with you in this position–his hands guiding your calves over his shoulders, he could see everything. No wonder it always took so long to ease his length into you, your hole was fucking tiny. It would always make room for his cock though, with the way it was practically molded to fit him. Jiwoong rests his elbows on either side of your head, his nose now brushing against yours.

“S’deep–”

He shushes you softly, one of his hands coming down to feel the bulge in your abdomen. The pressure has you whining even louder, and Jiwoong loves how he’s able to see everything while still being so close to you. “I know, darling. I know.”

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓗ao ﹙𝔃.﹚

cowgirl, but he’s sitting up too (think it’s called the lotus?)

Hao is a pillow princess. Or like… semi-pillow princess on your usual sex sessions. Like a power bottom in a way. Part of it is because he still wants to be able to boss you around without doing too much work, but also because he likes watching you lose yourself to the pleasure. He likes watching you take how you feel into your own hands as you bounce on his dick with the utmost intensity. What makes things even better, though, is when he’s still able to be close to you. He likes feeling your heartbeat and the way your breaths quicken as you get closer to cumming, so his preferred position still includes him being chest to chest with you.

You were falling apart quicker than usual tonight. Hao could tell by the way your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders and how you’d succumbed to the feeling of keeping almost the entirety of his dick inside of you. Now, you were just barely lifting up before sinking back down to the base. With a small huff, his hand comes down to lightly hit your thigh, making you yelp. “Oh, please. I didn’t even hit you that hard,” he mumbles, eyes half-lidded as your hands move to hold onto the sides of his neck. “You close?”

“Yes,” you breathe, eyes locked onto his as you keep working your hips over him, riding him like your life depended on it. The friction against your clit from grinding against his pubic bone every time you took his whole length had you teetering right on the edge.

“Shouldn’t even let you cum. M’not even close.” It was a lie, but Hao felt like giving you a hard time, especially since it meant you would bounce up and down on his cock even harder. A loud groan leaves him. “Oh–” Your cunt clenches around him, the slick sounds of your pussy making his eyes snap open a little wider, not wanting to miss the sight of you falling over the edge. A sight that he would watch over and over again. “Such a good girl… Go ahead.”

And with that, your body is tensing above his, your head falling forward to hide in his neck as your hips jerk against his. Your nails drag down his chest as you cry out his name, making Hao such in a sharp breath from the minimal pain. He holds you tightly against his chest as you finish riding out your high, only for his hips to snap up again. Because once was never enough for him.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓗anbin ﹙𝓼.﹚

missionary

Hanbin’s definitely a missionary guy. There’s something so appealing to him about how the position is so intimate and is something reserved for more romantic couples. He likes feeling truly connected with you during sex, and this position only reassures that craving. Because having you under him–having you feeling like you need him to get off in the way he needs you shows him just how deep (no pun intended) of a connection the two of you have. That, and his breeding kink comes into play here. The thought of him being able to fuck a baby into you in such a loving position, his lips on yours as your legs wrap around his waist is his dirtiest and favorite fantasy.

The sloppy sounds of Hanbin’s dick drilling into your sopping pussy fill your shared bedroom–practically music to his ears. That, along with your moans. “There! Right there– God, you’re so big,” you whine, only spurring him on further. Hanbin knows he’s big, and the thought of him being right there next to your womb due to being in missionary is everything he needs to feel like could cum right then and there.

“Yeah… Your pussy’s practically begging for my cum. Y’hear her? Hear how bad she wants to be filled up?” You moan in response, a small smile twitching at the corners of Hanbin’s lips. And when your legs wrap around his waist, your moans only get louder, a result of him hitting deeper inside of you, of course. “Love you,” he pants.

It was easy for him to feel overwhelmed in these moments. When he was completely consumed by you in every way. “L-Love you,” you somehow manage to respond. When his pretty brown eyes find yours, he can see the desperation in them. The need for him, the same need that’s aching in his chest, and the love. Hanbin can’t help it as he leans down to kiss you, his lips crashing over yours as he feels you cum from the declarations of love. And he’s right there with you, but for a different reason.

“Gonna love to see you pregnant with my baby too…”

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓜atthew ﹙𝓼.﹚

backshots / bending you over something

LOVES hitting it from the back. In my opinion, Matthew is such an ass guy, and this definitely influences his favorite sex position. He likes manhandling you into those positions: where your ass is up and you’re face down. Whether that’s over the back of the couch or on the dining room table or in bed, he doesn’t really care. As long as he’s able to make you scream by how deep he’s hitting–another perk of this position. He fucks rough, and he can really let loose when he’s hitting it from the back.

His hand almost covers the expanse of your lower back as he forces you down onto your hands and knees, the sudden change of positions making your arms bend and sending your face into the pillows. Matthew chuckles softly at the small yelp that leaves you. “Look at you… So fucking pretty.” He punctuates his sentence with a small smack on the meat of your ass, gripping the cheek to jiggle it softly before he’s pulling them apart to reveal your dripping hole. “Ready?”

You turn your head to the side so he’s able to hear you clearly. “M’ready. Need you, Matt.”

And hearing those words for you never got old.

Matthew slowly eases his thick cock into you, knowing the slight curve to the left always brushed against your most sensitive spot when he was all the way inside. And once he’s sure that you’re adjusted, he’s going from 0 to 100. His hips meet your ass roughly as he pounds into you, his hands gripping your hips to both pull you back against him and to keep you from squirming away. Because you’re screaming, your arms going weak as your eyes roll back.

“Feel me?”

“Yes, I fucking feel you!” you cry out like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Matthew chuckles, angling his hips to make each of his thrusts deeper, making sure your pussy would really feel everything he had to offer. His balls smack against your clit with every thrust, strings of your wetness sticking to them, and the rough sensations have you reeling.

Everything about this was perfect. For both you and him.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓣aerae ﹙𝓴.﹚

cowgirl

Taerae likes watching. Likes watching you do everything you do in day-to-day life. And that includes taking his cock. I think that Taerae would prefer cowgirl for some of the same reasons Hao does–namely, you being able to take control of your own pleasure because that’s ultimately what he’s doing this for: to make you feel good. And Taerae has a thick cock. Like, leaves your hole gaping after y’all are done fucking big. So, you being on top helps you manage that a little better as well. Plus, Taerae loves watching your tits bounce when you ride him.

Sweat gleams on your skin as your hands rest on his chest, a way for you to balance yourself as you ride him slowly. Maybe it’s wrong for him to enjoy seeing the way you struggle to accommodate his size, but Taerae can’t find it in himself to care at the moment. And your head feels dizzy even when you’re working over him so slowly. Thankfully your pussy was soaked. Both with your juices and with his spit, making it easy for you to bounce up and down.

You’re taking your time, and Taerae loves how you’re teasing him without even realizing it. He reaches up, rolling one of your sensitive nipples between his fingers and making your hips jerk. “You’ve taken it before, but you’re enjoying it tonight, hmm?”

“S-Shut up,” you whine, increasing your pace just a little bit at his teasingly, and your tits bounce a little more with your harsher movements. Taerae watches as you roll your hips, feeling the way your pussy greedily sucks at his cock, and he almost feels bad for making you do all of this on your own. But it was so much more satisfying this way. For both you and him.

He chuckles softly, letting go of your nipple, settling back further against his pillows as he prepares to just lie back and enjoy the show. You almost want to complain at the way he tucks his hands behind his head like the way your cunt milking his cock isn’t affecting him. “I’ll shut up and you’ll ride then.”

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓡icky ﹙𝓼.﹚

standing

Having sex standing up is just so much better in Ricky’s opinion. He isn’t sure if it’s because he likes using his strength on you in a minimal way, or if it’s because his dick is so good that your knees quite literally give out because of it. He thinks that standing sex makes things feel so much better too. Like your pussy feels so much tighter when he has your front pinned against a wall as he fucks you, and how he can tell by the expression on your face when you cum that the orgasm feels so much more intense.

“Feels weird!” you cry, nails digging into his forearm as Ricky keeps his arms wrapped tightly around your middle. You squirm a little at the pressure, but Ricky does it for the sake of making sure you don’t fall to the floor. And while it might feel a little weird, he knew that it was only the pleasure consuming you as his cock kissed your cervix with each thrust. Your pussy flutters around his base again as he shallowly fucks into you.

Ricky pants against your neck, pausing his efforts of marking you as well as slowing his movements. “Good weird or bad weird–”

“No, no, don’t stop!” And that was enough of an answer for him. Ricky picks up the pace again, one of his hands coming to toy with your clit as you feel your knees tremble from the added sensation. “Oh!”

His biceps have gotten so much bigger lately, and his subtle ways of showing them off have been leaving you feeling dizzy. This was no exception, and you couldn’t wait to see the way the marks your nails left on his skin would look with his new muscles. Ricky’s nose nudges your jaw, prompting you to turn your head to the side, only for his lips to meet yours.

Similar to how his cock fucks into you, his tongue pushes inside your mouth, and you can’t hold your orgasm back anymore. The sounds of your release hitting the floor has you gasping against his lips, oversensitivity kicking in as Ricky’s fingers lightly circle your clit through the orgasm. Turns out, that weird feeling was your pussy getting ready to squirt from how good it felt to be fucked standing up.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓖yuvin ﹙𝓴.﹚

mating press

Starting this one off with the obvious: Gyuvin is huge. No doubt about it. And who is he to waste his size if not in a position where you’re going to feel everything. Being able to pin you down is one of the things that makes the mating press position so appealing to Gyuvin–keeping your knees back by your tits just by leaning the weight of his chest over you. It was his way of making sure you couldn’t run away from the pleasure. You just had to lie there and take it.

Sex with Gyuvin is messy. Even more so when he has you so exposed like this. Both of you have already orgasmed at least once (you more than he), but neither of you wants to stop. His thick cock parts your folds in a stretch that you still struggled to believe was real sometimes, as his tip abuses a spot inside of you that has you seeing entire galaxies. His cum and yours leaks out around his cock, a creamy, white ring forming around the base.

“O-Oh, fuck,” Gyuvin groans as another spurt of pre-cum shoots out into your cunt, only adding to the wetness between your thighs. The feeling has you squirming, your hips trying to escape despite wanting more. Thankfully, though, Gyuvin knows this. His hands come to your thighs, folding them up to your chest to pin you down.

The expression of how much bigger he is than you has a rush of warmth going through your overstimulated nerves. “You drive me crazy,” he breathes, face coming down to hide in your neck. “I feel like it’s never enough, I just need more all of the time, and I feel insane–”

“Me too,” you pant out, trying to sound reassuring, but it sounds more meek than anything. A result of being fucked out of your mind. “Want more of you– So cum in me again.”

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓖unwook ﹙𝓹.﹚

spooning

I literally have such a hard time picturing Gunwook as anything other than a soft lover, so I think that the spooning position is so perfect for him. Like this position is so incredibly intimate, and that’s all he ever wants to feel with you. He wants to feel like you’re the only person in the world, and he wants you to feel the same thing towards him. So, he tries to consume all of your senses through fucking you like this. Because when he’s mouthing at your neck while one of his big hands rests over the bulge of his dick in your belly, it’s hard to think of anything else except for him.

“I’m tired, Wook,” you mumble, but your boyfriend’s being stubborn tonight. That much is clear by the way he rolls over in bed, his body cuddling up closely behind yours. You try to ignore the very obvious bulge in his pajama pants. “We need to sleep.”

“I’ll be quick. Promise.”

And before you know it, Gunwook’s lazily fucking into you, your thighs parted just enough to let him between them. Your thighs rub together, causing your folds to rub your clit in a way that has you keening softly. That, and the heat of Gunwook’s mouth against the sensitive skin of your neck is only making your body sink further into the mattress.

Steady waves of pleasure go over the both of you, making this feel like so much more than getting off quickly. It feels like your souls are truly intertwined with the way he’s weakly fucking into you, breathing in your scent and panting your name. His words mirroring his thoughts. “Need you like this every night. Need to show you how much I love you.” You want to tell him that you already know how much he loves you. He shows you everyday, but he’s fucking you so good and so lazily that everything just feels so much deeper. “You’ll let me stay in after I’m done, right?”

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pepsiboyy · 1 year ago

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CAPTURED LOVE.

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader summary: where matt tucks you in while on stream - little did he know the fans could see every part of it. warnings: none just fluff & established relationship, pet names (just sweetheart) !! a/n: requested !! <3

your breath was beginning to slow and your eyelids began to feel heavy.

you had been burrowed in matt's sheets scrolling through instagram for the last hour (you started on tiktok but matt threw a tantrum about copyrighted music).

"chris, please-" he pleaded, before a sigh of defeat left his lips. "dude, come on."

you chuckled as you heard chris screaming both through his headset, and from downstairs in his room.

they had been running fortnite for the last hour or so while matt streamed on twitch, his eyes occasionally shifting to glance at you and shoot you a soft smile.

the fanbase had been fully aware of the presence of yours and matt's blossoming relationship. it took a lot of considering, but after conversation between the two of you and his brothers, you decided to go public.

most of the fanbase took it well. of course there were going to be people who didn't support you two, but that didn't mean anything to the two of you.

"guys, give me one second," matt stated softly while he peeled his headset off of his head, gently nudging the camera to move it over.

your eyes shifted from your phone to your boyfriend approaching.

"you getting sleepy, sweetheart?" you cooed, kneeling down on the side of the bed to smile warmly at you.

"somethin' like that," you replied, a soft smile on your face as you felt his palm reach up to gently hold your cheek. his thumb gently caressed your cheekbone, his blue eyes not once leaving yours.

you both sat there for a moment before he sat up and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "get comfortable," he stated softly, walking around the bed to get you an extra blanket.

he returned a few minutes later and pulled the blanket over you, gently caressing your shoulder and upper arm. "comfy?" he asked softly, and you nodded with pink cheeks. "here," he gently grabbed his pug stuffed animal. "mr. wrinkleton will keep you company while i stream, is that okay?" he asked.

you couldn't help but smile widely at the gesture. "more than okay." you gently took mr. wrinkleton and pressed your lips to his nose with a soft kiss. "thanks for keepin' me company, lil guy." she smiled before she smiled at matt, who couldn't help but admire her and her every move.

matt gently tilted your chin up with his finger and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

you gently smiled against his lips.

"hellooo? matt, where the hell are you?"

matt gently pulled away and rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "chris is calling," he pulled the blanket back up to cover you before he made his way back to his desk and plopped down. "yeah yeah, i'm here." all you could really hear was chris's shouting on the other end, but you didn't mind.

"guys, come on." matt scoffed while reading the chat.

"not our fault you left your camera on and went to kiss your girlfriend," nick protested.

"dude, don't even say it like that." chris shouted in response, his tone one of disgust.

and with that, you somehow managed to fall asleep to the sound of your boyfriend's keyboard and mouse, along with the occasional battle cry in his fortnite endeavors.

the next day rolled around, and you and matt were in the living room while nick and chris sat in the kitchen.

matt had been scrolling through his phone before his cheeks turned into a pinker shade.

"what?" you asked, scoffing and turning his phone towards you to see.

an edit. of you and matt. last night.

"damn, they're quick with it, aren't they?" you smiled and leaned your head against matt's shoulder.

"dude, are you talking about the edits of you guys? yeah i might have to uninstall tiktok." chris spat, the corner of his lip raised in disgust.

"what? i think they're cute, and they can make whatever they want," nick started, before his expression fell, "as long as they don't come up on my page anymore."

you scoffed and waved your hand. "whatever."

the two left to go to nick's room, and matt turned to you with a soft smile. "the edit.. it's not that bad."

you raised an eyebrow. "yeah? you like the edits?"

matt shrugged and looked away. "i mean. it's got you in it."

"matthew," you smacked his shoulder and giggled softly before he wrapped his arm tightly around your shoulders. he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and sighed with content.

"i love you." he sighed out with a soft smile.

taglist;; @sturnsxplr-25 @vampiree-555 @wh0resstuff @jetaimevous @sturnioloshacker @lovesturni0l0s

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teapartyprincess4two · 1 year ago

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Affectionate- M. Sturniolo

pairing: TouchStarved!Reader x Affectionate!Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW head cannons

inspiration: request, thank you @sugrhigh for helping me figure this out luv u shnookums

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship, slight cursing

summary: head cannons of Matt being affectionate with his touch starved girlfriend!

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☆SFW

Affection and PDA isn’t something that comes naturally to you. When you and Matt first started dating, you would keep your distance, but eventually you grew used to it.

☆ When you and Matt first started dating you struggled with any and every form of physical intimacy.

☆ You’re mindlessly flicking through clothes racks at the mall. “Opinions?” Matt asks, holding a shirt in front of your face and slinging an arm over your shoulder.

☆ Subconsciously, you shrug his arm off your shoulder. “That’s cute! I like that,” you reply, scooting further away from Matt.

☆ “Okay, weirdo,” he laughs, but deep down it hurt every time you shied away from him. He tried not to look too into it, but it seemed like you were always avoiding his touch.

☆ “I’ll be back, babe. I’m gonna take Chris to the store,” Matt informs you as he throws his wallet and phone into his pocket.

☆ “Okay, have fun,” you reply simply. Matt stands in front of you fully expecting a quick kiss or even a hug, but you return to your previous activity.

☆ He leaves feeling sad, but still doesn’t bring it up.

☆ It goes on like this for a while, and Matt tries his best to see past it.

☆ You’re currently at an influencer event. The venue is crowded, loud, and overstimulating, forcing you to remain at Matt’s side for the entire night.

☆ He introduces you to a few of his friends, “Hey guys, this is my girlfriend Y/n.” His arms wrap around your waist, immediately causing your body to stiffen.

☆ “Hi,” you say meekly. Matt pulls you in closer, resting his head on your shoulder and peppering your face with kisses.

☆ When you keep leaning away from him, he stops and lets go of you completely. It bothers him enough for him to bring it up once you’re home.

☆ “Y/n, can we talk?” he asks, leaning on the restroom doorframe as you wash your face. You hum in response.

☆ Matt takes a deep breath, preparing to ask the question he’s been dreading the answer to. “Are you embarrassed of me?“

☆ It catches you off guard, “What? No! Why would you even ask that?”

☆ He rolls his eyes, “Because you never let me hug or kiss you.” No response from you, you don’t even know what to say.

☆ The conversation starts innocently but quickly becomes an argument. Matt keeps pushing the subject no matter how hard you try to avoid it, asking you questions you don’t know how to answer.

☆ “it’s not my fault you’re clingy!” you exclaim, throwing exasperated hands in the air. Matt nods his head slowly as his lips form a tight lipped smile.

☆ He doesn’t say anything else, instead leaving to your shared bedroom before he says something he’ll regret.

☆ You immediately wish you could take the words back. “Matt?” your voice is quiet as you enter the room, slowly crawling over to his figure on the bed.

☆ His back is to you. You snake an arm around his waist and apologize for everything you said.

☆ “Do you actually think I’m clingy?” he asks, looking at you over his shoulder. “No, I’m sorry. I struggle with the whole PDA thing, but I’m gonna try and work through it okay?”

☆ From that moment forward, you’re much more conscious of your actions.

☆ Matt will hug you, kiss you, or hold your hand in public and you no longer pull away.

☆ Instead you’re pulling him in for a longer kiss than he intended. And eventually you’re the one who initiates the PDA.

☆ You and Matt are sat on a picnic blanket, watching as the sun begins to set. “My back hurts,” he mumbles, shifting uncomfortably in his spot.

☆ You mindlessly scoot closer to him, pulling his body in until it’s resting against your chest.

☆ He gives you a surprised look, “Literally who are you and WHAT did you do to my girlfriend?”

☆ “Shush,” you chuckle, placing soft kisses all over his face.

☆ Other times, you’ll just seek his touch when you’re alone.

☆ “What’s taking so long?” you ask. Matt’s been stirring the pasta for what seems like forever.

☆ “It’s almost done, you goof,” he laughs. You groan, resting your head on his back and wrapping your arms around his waist.

☆ “You smell good,” you murmur, earning a dopey smile from him.

☆ NSFW

The lack of affection can be attributed to a lot of things, and Matt knows that, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Sometimes, he can only think of one way to teach you a lesson.

☆ “What the fuck was that?” Matt grits, referring to the scene you caused in front of his friends. All he wanted to do was kiss you, but you dodged the kiss so aggressively that it was embarrassing.

☆ “Here we go again,” you say. “I’m not doing this right now, Matt,” you turn on your heels, ready to escape the conversation.

☆ “You are doing this right now actually.” He grabs you by your elbow, pulling you into him abruptly.

☆ “You think it’s cute to embarrass me in front of my friends like that?” his voice is low, his breath fanning against your neck with each word. You’re slightly intimidated, but mostly aroused.

☆ He holds a firm grip on your neck, bringing you in for a hungry kiss.

☆ Before you know it, he’s fucking you in front of the bathroom mirror. “Look at how fucked out I have you,” he growls, “remember this next time you wanna act stupid.”

☆ Other times, he’s just so extremely touch starved.

☆ Matt trails kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone, kisses that you’re trying to avoid.

☆ “I’m busy, Matt,” you whisper, but with each kiss your breath becomes choppier.

☆ “But I need you,” he whines, pressing his erection into your lower back.

☆ “Later,” you try and reason, but he’s not listening.

☆ That’s what leads to you riding him on the couch until he’s so overstimulated his eyes tear up.

☆ “I can’t—,” he whimpers. “You can,” your voice is firm. “You begged for this, baby. Don’t you remember?”

☆ He clenches his eyes shut, fists bawled at his side. His teeth bite so deep into his lip that he draws blood, orgasming for the 5th time.

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hannahsturniolo · 2 days ago

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ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ғᴜᴢᴢʏ ʜᴀɴᴅᴄᴜғғs

Summary: When Chris surprises his girlfriend with an unexpected idea to share a night with his brother Matt. With a blindfold and fuzzy handcuffs involved, she’s left to guess who’s touching her, Chris or Matt, as pleasure and tension escalate. But even blindfolded, some touches are impossible to forget.

Warnings: smut, p in v, threesome (no incest), unprotected, pulling out, teasing, kissing, blindfolded, handcuffed, f & m receiving, cream pie, use of “baby”- let me know if there’s anything else

WC: 2.4K

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You still didn’t know exactly how it escalated to this. naked in bed between your boyfriend Chris, and his brother Matt. The idea had come out of nowhere, or at least it felt that way. Earlier that afternoon, Chris had looked at you with that unreadable smirk and said, “What if we let Matt have just one night with you..with us?”

You blinked. Matt? You knew about the crush. Everyone did. Matt had been subtle, but not subtle enough. And now, Chris was offering it up, like a twisted little gift.

“Only one night,” Chris had added. “He gets my girl like this once.”

Now here you were.

Chris was already on top of you, lips crashing into yours with raw need. One hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your thigh, dragging you deeper into him. His kiss was hot and full of possession, like he needed to remind you you were still his. He moved from your mouth to your jaw, then lower, biting softly at the base of your neck, leaving goosebumps and heat in his wake.

You barely noticed Matt kneeling at the end of the bed until you heard the low, slow sound of his zipper being undone. You glanced down, his eyes were locked on yours, full of hunger he’d been holding back far too long. He let out a quiet, cocky laugh.

“Okay..” he said, voice thick with anticipation. “My turn?”

Chris pulled back from your lips just enough to laugh breathlessly.

“Whoa, whoa, Matt. give me a minute to get her going first,” he said, smirking. “She’s my girl, remember?”

The 3 of you laughed, the tension easing for just a moment. You reached up, tugging at the hem of Chris’s shirt, a silent signal. He caught on immediately, yanking it off and tossing it aside, revealing the body you already knew so well.

But then Matt chimed in, voice a little deeper now, more mischievous.

“I’ve got an idea,” he said, his eyes flicking between you and Chris. “What if we use those purple fuzzy handcuffs I have? We cuff her to your headboard, blindfold her. and then we both do things to her. She’ll have to guess which one of us it is. See if she really knows who’s touching her.”

You swallowed hard, a small shiver of anticipation running threw you. You weren’t sure if you were more shocked or turned on, but you didn’t say yes. Not yet.

Then Chris looked at Matt, then back at you.

A slow smile curled on his lips.

“I actually love that idea,” he said, voice low and hungry.

Moments later, you felt the cool press of the fuzzy handcuffs against your wrists as Chris gently guided your arms above your head. The soft click of the metal locking into place sent a jolt of anticipation straight through your core. The headboard creaked lightly under the tension as you tested the restraints, just enough to feel the thrill of being at their mercy.

Matt stepped in next, slipping a silky black blindfold over your eyes. The world disappeared in an instant. No more light. No more control. Just sensation. and the sound of your own breathing, a little faster now.

You could hear them moving around the bed, one of them close to your legs, the other hovering near your head. Then a whisper, right beside your ear.

“You ready for this?” It was Chris. You knew that voice, smooth, a little smug.

But before you could answer, a pair of lips brushed against the inside of your thigh. Slow. Teasing. Not Chris. That had to be Matt.

Your breath hitched.

Then another kiss, this time on your neck. Chris again. You were sure of it. His hand slid over your ribcage, fingertips featherlight, like he was tracing you from memory.

You gasped when someone’s mouth closed around your nipple, wet and warm. At the same time, someone else’s fingers were slipping down your stomach, grazing lower.

“You think you can tell who’s who?” Matt’s voice this time, closer than before. Almost smug himself now.

You couldn’t respond. Not when your body was already arching off the bed, aching for more.

“That’s what I thought,” Chris said, a little breathless now.

They took their time, touches coming from every direction, never long enough for you to figure out who was doing what. Tongues, fingers, teasing lips and gentle bites, all playing a wicked game with your senses. You felt overwhelming pleasure.

And the worst part?

You loved every second of not knowing.

You heard the soft shuffling of the boys moving around you, the bed dipping slightly under shifting weight. Then, without warning, your legs were gently parted. hands firm, but careful. and a warm tongue dragged slowly up your folds, teasing, unhurried.

Your back arched instinctively, a breathy moan escaping your lips. You weren’t sure who it was. but something about it felt familiar. The slow pace. The way a hand was rubbing slow, absent circles into your thigh, it had to be Chris. He always did that without thinking. It was his signature move, something he’d probably never even noticed himself doing.

You let out a soft whimper, the sensations building as another mouth, softer, slower, began trailing kisses along your neck. You were losing track of who was where, but that detail on your thigh gave you the confidence to speak.

“I know it’s Chris down there right now.” you said through a breathy laugh, hips squirming under the attention. You felt a subtle smirk curl against your pussy. Yep. definitely Chris.

Then Matt’s hand cradled your cheek, his touch tender but grounding, and you instinctively tilted your head, giving him better access to your neck. His lips grazed your skin, breath warm against your ear.

“Was I right?” you asked playfully, still panting, your body buzzing from the mix of pleasure and anticipation.

Matt let out a low chuckle, and whispered, voice smooth and voice low “You were right.”

Chris stayed between your legs, working you over with that perfect rhythm he knew so well, while Matt kissed along your neck, his hands gliding over your body. your sides, your chest, your stomach, adding waves of sensation that made your skin tingle. The overload was making you twitch, your thighs beginning to shake. Chris knew that reaction. He could feel how close you were.

But just as you were about to tip over the edge, Matt pulled away, and then Chris did too.

You whined softly, hips lifting in protest. “Aw, baby that felt so good,” you breathed out, desperate for more.

You heard Chris chuckle under his breath. but before you could say anything else, you felt a different tongue on you. The way it moved, slower, less practiced, more eager you knew.

“Oh my god- Matt,” you moaned, your voice cracking from the sudden rush of sensation.

Matt laughed from between your thighs. “How do you know who’s who?” he teased, cocky and curious.

Before you could answer, Chris moved back up, capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss, full of heat and pride. You kissed him back, already melting again under their shared touch. Then he pulled away, guiding himself toward your lips. You parted them without hesitation, taking the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip.

A low groan rumbled from his chest, deep and raw. “Fuck- Y/N just like that,” he murmured.

They both pulled away for a moment, pretending to switch places. testing you, seeing if you’d notice. But in reality, neither of them had moved. Chris gave Matt a subtle nod, the kind of silent permission only brothers could understand.

Then you felt it someone’s cock sliding slowly through your folds, teasing you, coating himself in your arousal. A soft moan escaped your lips at the contact, your body already aching for more.

And then came the stretch, deep, intense, sudden. You let out a sharp squeal as he bottomed out inside you, the fullness overwhelming.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, breath shaky as he started to move, slow but purposeful.

In the back of your mind, you were almost sure it wasn’t Chris. The rhythm, the way he held your hips, different. You knew Chris’s body, his every move. This was unfamiliar.

But you didn’t say a word. You didn’t want to hurt Chris’s feelings if you guessed out loud. So instead, you let your moans speak for you, letting yourself feel everything without questioning it.

Then, a hand came around your throat, not tight, just enough to guide you, and pulled you into a heated kiss. Lips crashed into yours, all hunger and dominance.

“Is Matt making you feel good?” Chris murmured against your mouth.

You nodded, dazed. “Mhm.

“Good,” he whispered, before capturing your lips again in a rough, possessive kiss.

“No matter how good he feels,” Chris breathed, voice low and possessive near your ear, “remember..you’re mine.”

His words sent a shiver through you, and without hesitation, you took him back into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the tip, slowly bobbing your head as he gently guided you, his hand in your hair. He didn’t force it. he wasn’t trying to gag you. He just wanted to feel the soft, wet heat of your mouth teasing his tip, your tongue swirling just the way he liked.

At the same time, you felt fingers, almost definitely Chris’s reach between your legs, rubbing slow, firm circles on your clit. The contrast of pleasure made your body jolt, especially as Matt continued pounding into you, his rhythm wild and relentless.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” Matt gasped out, his voice cracking.

“Pull out man,” Chris warned, laughing through his own breathlessness.

Everyone laughed because the warning came too late.

Matt groaned as he pulled out quickly, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness while Chris still sat heavy on your tongue. You kept sucking him lazily, your body trembling from the stimulation. Then you heard Matt’s breath hitch as he stroked himself, his deep groans sending chills across your skin.

You felt the warm spill of his release land across your stomach, heat dripping over your skin as he let out a final, satisfied sigh.

Chris pulled himself from your mouth with a quiet hiss of pleasure. “I’m gonna go get a warm cloth,” Matt said, before slipping off the bed.

Moments later, you felt someone gently dabbing at your skin, the soft heat of the washcloth wiping you clean. It was Matt. He took his time, gentle and focused, before setting it aside.

But before you could catch your breath, Chris climbed back on top of you, wasting no time. He leaned down and slid the blindfold off your eyes, revealing his face, his eyes dark with lust and something more tender.

“I wanna see your eyes when we cum, baby,” he whispered. “I wanna stare straight into them.”

Your stomach flipped at his words, heart racing as he lined himself up and pushed into you with one slow, smooth thrust. You gasped, already so sensitive, wrapping your legs around him as he started moving. His pace was slow, but deep each stroke full of emotion and hunger.

Then he kissed you, hard, deep, like he was pouring everything into that moment. You whimpered into his mouth, overwhelmed by how full you felt, by how intimate this part of it was.

And just when your body started to build again, you felt Matt’s fingers sliding down your stomach, finding your clit and rubbing in steady, perfect circles, helping you get there.

You felt it building. fast, intense, unstoppable. That familiar pressure coiled tightly in your belly, ready to snap.

“Chris- I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, your voice barely holding together.

“Me too,” he groaned, his breath hot against your mouth.

He didn’t change his rhythm, slow, deep, deliberate. Every thrust hit the perfect spot, dragging you closer to the edge until you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your orgasm crashed over you in a powerful wave, your whole body shaking beneath him as the pleasure ripped through you.

Chris felt you clench around him, your walls pulsing tight, and with a deep, guttural moan, he spilled into you. his own release hitting just as hard. He kept moving through it, slow and steady, riding out both your highs, refusing to let go until the last tremble faded from your body.

Chris slowly pulled out of you, watching with dark eyes as his cum began to spill from between your thighs. He leaned in, pulling you into a deep, lingering kiss. one full of warmth and possession.

“I love you baby,” he whispered against your lips, brushing your hair back from your face.

You barely had time to catch your breath when Matt’s voice broke the quiet, still laced with a low laugh.

“So..how was that?” he asked, clearly amused, and still rock hard from watching his brother fuck the orgasm out of you.

You exhaled a shaky breath, your body still buzzing. “That was- amazing,” you managed, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

Chris smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“I’m glad you had fun, baby.”

You leaned up, brushing your lips against Chris’s ear with a sly smile.

“Round two, just you, baby?” you whispered, giggling softly.

Chris let out a low laugh. “Hell yeah.” He turned to Matt, still catching his breath. “Alright, Matt, get outta here. I’m claiming round two.”

Matt chuckled as he started pulling on his clothes. “Gladly,” he said, throwing you a cheeky look. Just as he reached the door, he smirked over his shoulder and added, “I hope he makes you feel as good as I did.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. “Oh my god”

Chris laughed too, but gave Matt a look that said he wasn’t entirely joking.

“Have fun,” Matt called out with a wink, disappearing into the hallway as he shut the bedroom door behind him.

As the door clicked shut, Chris was already back on top of you, pulling you into a deep, hungry kiss, this time, with no one watching.

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faithlia · 8 months ago

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✮ boyfriend!matt fucking his girlfriend

|| matt's pov ||

"Maaatt, put it in already", she screamed my name excitedly, spreading her legs wider like an obedient slut as I rubbed my cock against her pink panties. She was already so wet that the fabric was showing, giving me a perfect and honorable view of her hungry pussy.

"Calm down, pretty girl. I want to take my time with you," I whispered, holding my dick against her clit, giving weak thrusts, loving the precision of her folds against the tip of my cock.

She moaned slowly, writhing even more – which made me want to tease her. I wanted so badly to stick my cock in that naughty whore, but it couldn't be that easy with my girlfriend. I let out a moan, biting my lip, squeezing my cock with my hand and dragging the length across her lips, teasing her impatience.

"Matt, please, please," she whimpered, her glasses fogging up, her gaze dropping to her crotch. I gripped her thigh, running my hand over the soft, reddened skin. "You have to be more patient, baby," I said, even though I wanted to ram my cock deep inside her.

Her high-pitched whimpers filled the room. "I haven't even put it in yet and you're already crying like a bitch."

She nodded slightly, like the perfect slut she was. I continued to rub my cock against her stained panties—this time, not only with her lube, but also with my pre-cum, and it gave me immense pleasure.

She bucked against me unconsciously, letting out soft moans as I pulled her panties aside, placing the tip at her needy hole. "Yes, yes. That's it", she bit her lip desperately, shaking her body and aggravating her moans. Faced with that situation, I persuaded her with a ruthless purpose, slapping her face to silence her. I knew she loved it when I hit her; she liked to feel helpless and I always wanted to make her feel that vulnerable.

I remember one time when I was fucking her, early in our relationship, and she asked me to spit in her mouth and hit her face until it turned red, and I gladly complied with her request.

After I had hit her, she fell silent, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. I approached, took off her glasses and kissed her, feeling the sweetness of her lips against mine. She took advantage of the situation and squeezed my cock with her hand, tilting my size inside her and, for a little while, I gave in, but soon I pulled away from her mouth and her touch.

"If you keep this up I'm going to cum and leave you with nothing", I said harshly. She cringed, her doe eyes ready to fill with more tears. However, before the whole scene, I put one of her legs over my shoulder and thrust the tip precisely deeper inside, grunting audibly. It was incredible that, every time I fucked her, it seemed like it was my first time in that tight little pussy.

She buried her head in the pillow, taking off her blouse and giving me the perfect view of those little breasts that I loved so much. I got closer to her body and, consequently, reached the depth of her intimacy, making her scream in despair. I leaned down to bite her begging nipple, giving consistency to the thrusts in her pussy. The way she swallowed me and squeezed me felt so good, so pleasurable... I would never admit it, but, every time, with each deep thrust, I held back an eager and desperate moan just like hers.

I continued sucking her nipple, listening to the symphony of moans in her first language that I didn't even understand, but I was sure that at some point I heard a "fuck me so good" coming out of her lips so urgently and slowly. "Taking me so good, baby", I moaned against her ruined nipple, sucking with intensity. She whimpered in my ear, pulling my hair hard and I loved it.

I sped up my movements as her moans became higher pitched and her pussy wetter; my hips moved against hers so strongly, bringing me the distant feeling of need; each more deliberate in pursuing our pleasure.

"Mhmm, that's it, fuck. You feel so good. Are you gonna cum on my dick, baby?" I asked, gritting my teeth, feeling the rush of cum consume me, but at the same time I wanted that biting sensation to last forever. She nodded and I smiled with desire.

"You love it when I fuck you like this, don't you? You love it when I stick it inside that pussy!" I moaned, not giving a damn if my brothers would hear us. That was always my favorite part. I loved being dirty with her, I loved talking dirty and filling my mouth with obscene words. She agreed with everything I exclaimed, saying in a slurred voice and a foreign accent: "Yes, yes, Matt. Mhmm, you fill me up so good.."

She asked me several times not to stop, squeezing me tighter and tighter with her wet pussy. I touched her clit with my finger, without stopping my movements and I bent down to kiss her once more, moving my tongue against hers. "You-e 'so hot," she said with some difficulty, making me smile into her mouth like a lovesick idiot – which I indeed was.

At one point, while I was masturbating her, she told me she was close to her orgasm and I steadied my movements feeling the prowess of her heat. She writhed and let out high-pitched moans and when I thrust once more, she squirted on my cock. I pulled out, masturbating her clit more, prolonging her release. I opened and closed my mouth with clenched teeth, hissing for her to be quiet. The feeling of her pussy wetting me stirred deep in my chest with immensity.

She had made a mess of my bed, soaking the entire sheet – which made me even more excited. I fingered her entrance and then licked my fingers, moaning at the taste of her mouth. She frowned in disbelief.

I thrust my cock inside her once more, even though she said she couldn't take it anymore, I continued thrusting, amazed by the sounds our hips made. She screamed and writhed, making me more and more frantic. "Such a good girl for me!"

I moved tirelessly, moaning in unison, delirious at the way she held me. I thrust once, twice, three times until my orgasm hit me without blinking. I came inside my girlfriend, drunk with pleasure and sober with desire. I left chaste kisses on her lips, neck, collarbones, the gap between her breasts... Until I gave in to exhaustion — pulling out of her and lying down next to her. She cried in my ear as I pulled out. "Shhh," I whispered.

I found the strength to get up picking up my underwear from the floor. I got dressed, watching her close her eyes slowly, like a delicate princess, and tried to change the sheets without waking her, moving her body to the other end of the bed when necessary.

After a few minutes, I lay down next to her, covering us. She shifted to the other side, making me the bigger spoon and I fell asleep with my hand on her breast, feeling the warmth of her body against mine so tenderly.

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harunade · 7 months ago

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zb1 giving u aftercare headcannons?? loving ur work 😞😞😞

after care . ot8 zb1

jiwoong

-> he isn’t the best when it comes to aftercare

-> dgmr, he does clean you up and cuddle you to sleep afterwards, but isn’t the type to go out with it

-> “ You did so good, my love” he told your sleepy self as he wiped your inner thighs with a wet towel and tucked you to sleep

-> the next morning tho, he sets up a warm bath for the two of us

zhang hao

-> pretty much the same as Jiwoong

-> all of his energy is drained out after he cums, so you find it funny how he drags his feet to the bathroom to get hus wet wipes

-> slowly and carefully handles you and makes sure youre clean

-> but u probably fall asleep by the time he finishes…

-> “sleep well cutie” he kisses you and joins u

hanbin

-> now this man!!

-> doesn’t matter how many times you went at it, he will jump out of bed and run you a hot bath. I’m talking bubbles and a bath bomb and water that might cause you a first degree burn

-> even changes the sheets while the water is running

-> will join you & wash your hair ofc

-> “you did so well tonight, baby. Thank you” you relax in his arms as he praises you

matthew

-> he is very chaotic lol

-> checks you for bruises in case he went too rough on you

-> he does the perfect amount of aftercare

-> is attached to your hip the whole night on case something hurts or u need anything

-> “wanna watch a movie and get take out?”

taerae

-> sings you a lullaby to put you to sleep

-> brushes your hair & helps you clean yourself

-> he secretly expects to be taken care of as well

-> but ofc you’re more important so he makes sure you all alright, clean and ready for bed

-> “can you play with my hair before sleep?” and of course you do

ricky

-> he treats you like a princess on a regular basis, of course he will treat you like one when you are a little more vulnerable

-> showers you in affection and smothers you with kisses

-> “do you need anything? can i bring you anything? a snack, some water?” he is at your service for the next day

-> provider bf !!

gyuvin

-> 9/10 times falls asleep first

-> is the biggest dork like ever.

-> “bet you can’t even walk now after i’m done with you. Ahhh guess i’ll have to take care of you now”

-> teases you while he carries you bridal style to the shower. tries washing you but it takes him like half an hour to do your hair so you just do it yourself…

-> lets you sleep on his chest

gunwook

-> he’s such a sweetheart

-> changes you into your pjs & takes off any remaining make up you have

-> “do you want me to make you a sandwich?” he asks while yawning. Even if he is tired, his priority is still you

-> ends up making you one anyway even if you tell him to come to bed already

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serejae · 1 year ago

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THEY SAY ONLY FOOLS FALL IN LOVE

zb1 (no yujin !) x reader

WHAT ! - zb1 being jellyyyyyy (jellypop)

WHEN ! - (warnings) mentions of kissing and various pet names

WHO ! - (a/n) firstttt reaction lets gooooo ^_^

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jibitzlesscrocs · 2 months ago

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fluff of Matt being a girl dad and Chris a boy dad

they are literally dilfs holyshit

warnings : drawing on walls?

dads on duty

in which, it’s just chris and matt being dads

When you rolled over, you were greeted by a sight so sweet it made you melt on the spot.

Matt was sitting crisscross on the bedroom floor, in a worn hoodie and pajama pants, surrounded by tiny doll clothes, sparkly accessories, and the proudest three-year-old girl you’d ever seen.

She had a doll in each hand and a determined look on her face. Matt was holding up a third doll, clearly awaiting instruction.

“Okay, Daddy, this one’s going to the ball. But she’s also a spy, so she needs boots under her dress.”

Matt nodded, completely serious. “Got it. Fancy and functional. I respect that.”

You leaned against the doorframe, grinning. “Should I be concerned about how good you are at this?”

Matt looked up at you with a huge smile. “She said I’m the royal stylist-slash-secret agent assistant. I’ve been promoted three times this morning.”

Your daughter turned around. “Mommy! You can be the fairy queen if you want!”

“Well, obviously,” you laughed, coming to sit next to them.

Matt leaned close and whispered in your ear, “I already married a fairy queen, so that checks out.”

You rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek, then looked down at your little girl, her hair wild from sleep and her eyes shining with excitement.

This—dolls on the floor, bedhead curls, sparkly chaos—was your perfect little kingdom.

And Matt? He ruled it with a tiara and zero shame.

You were humming to yourself as you walked down the hall, blissfully unaware that your peaceful morning was about to take a very colorful turn.

Then you saw it.

A sprawling blue marker mural running from the baseboard up the wall, complete with dinosaurs wearing hats, a rocket ship, and one oddly detailed drawing of what could only be… Chris?

Sunglasses. Backwards hat. Muscles. Stick-figure glory.

You blinked. “No way.”

Just as you opened your mouth, you heard it.

“Quick, hide the markers or I’m telling its you!”

“Hey! I made you! You can’t betray me!”

Two whisper-yelling voices—one small, one… very much grown.

You peeked into the living room and found them huddled under a blanket, wide-eyed and guilty. Your son peeked out first, followed by Chris, both blinking like this is fine, we did nothing.

“…Hi baby,” Chris said innocently, one arm still wrapped around your son like he was trying to shield him from judgment.

You crossed your arms. “Hi. Would either of you like to explain why I just passed a full-scale mural on the hallway wall?”

Your son pointed to Chris. “Daddy said the wall is like big paper!”

Chris gasped. “You said that!”

“Only ‘cause you said the T-Rex needed a cave!”

“I was thinking small cave! Not wall-cave!”

You raised an eyebrow. “Both of you. Timeout. Couch. Now.”

Chris picked your son up, dramatically carrying him like a sack of flour. “This is injustice. We are creative spirits. Artists. Visionaries.”

“Couch,” you repeated, fighting back a laugh.

“Alright, alright,” he muttered, flopping onto the couch and pulling your son into his lap. “We’re in art jail.”

Your son giggled and whispered, “I love art jail.”

Chris ruffled his hair. “Me too, buddy.”

You left them there for a few minutes, snuggled up under the blanket, whispering about their next “masterpiece.” Then you reappeared with a peace offering—cookies and little cups of milk.

Both faces lit up instantly.

Chris took a bite,“This is the best punishment ever.”

You sat beside them, brushing a curl from your son’s forehead. “Next time, use paper.”

“But paper’s so small,” your son said with a pout.

Chris leaned over and kissed your cheek. “To be fair… the wall really does make a great canvas.”

You gave him a look. “If I find glitter on the baseboards next time, I’m locking the markers up.”

He grinned and held up a pinky. “Scout’s honor. No glitter murals. Probably.”

Your son gave you a cookie crumb kiss on the cheek. “We’ll draw you next time, Mommy.”

You looked between the two of them—your troublemakers, your soft-hearted boys—and your heart squeezed.

You didn’t get quiet mornings, but you got this. Love, laughter, and crayon-colored chaos.

And honestly? You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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had to write this with this weeks insane photo dump

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