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cheerleader!reader riding nerd!matt

contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex (not recommended), slightly sub!matt

who would've thought that this adorable nerdy guy can be that needy? no one. only you.

you love playing with strands of his fluffy curly hair, you love snatching his glasses because 'baby, you look better with contacts' and every time get an annoyed huff in response.

but more than this you love when it's only you and him, in his bedroom, trying to study. which always leads to you, straddling his lap and telling him to relax because you can do everything by yourself.

matt usually stares at you with his blue iris and you can see desire in them mixed with embarrassment. his hands on your hips when you grind against his growing bulge, causing the brunette to let out a sharp exhale and close his eyes shut.

it doesn't take long to get rid of his clothes, his grey sweatpants already somewhere on the floor with his boxers and your panties. you're already dripping wet just from the sight of matt, laying on his bed, his cheeks flushed and he stares at you as if you're the most precious thing in the world. because you are.

but only in a second, a muffled groan escapes his lips and his hold on your hips only tightens as you start moving against him, not fully taking him in yet, just teasing.

"stop—," he tries to speak, but his voice betrays him and trembles, "don't tease". the tone of matt's voice almost pleading, he manages to open his eyes and look at you on top of him. his hair tousled, glasses somewhere on the pillows and he can hardly focus on your face.

but when the tip of his cock makes it's way in your entrance, he swears, he can barely holds himself from cumming right there like a pathetic virgin, because every time with you feels like first.

you adjusts to his size, matt isn't thick, but is long enough for you to feel everything. and this is when you start to bounce on top of your beloved boyfriend, soft moans escape your parted lips every time his tip makes contact with your g-spot.

matt's fingertips digging into your skin and you know there's gonna be marks in the morning, but neither you or him care about this. the brunette guides you on top of him, so you can feel him deeper.

"m'not sure i can hold for s'long," he speaks through his gritted teeth, breathing ragged.and you know you're not gonna last for so long as well. with sharp, stuttered movements of your hips, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave and you reach it with matt's name on your lips.

the sight of you, completely fucked up, rose cheeks and eyes rolled in pleasure, is enough for matt to cum as well. he doesn't even bother to pull out, too busy with how good you feel wrapped around his dick, so the brunette finishes inside you, filling you up with a guttural moan.

you collapse on top of him, feeling how his seed is now leaking from your entrance, a dumb chuckle escapes your lips and you lean closer to place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

"do you think einstein is proud of us for learning about friction force?" is the first thing that escapes your mouth. and matt can't help, but chuckles in amusement, "baby, john theophile desaguliers was the first to realize the role of adhesion in friction"

a/n: not proofread !!! also eng isnt my first language <3 hope yall enjoyed!!

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does anyone want a nerd!matt & cheerleader!reader smut or its just voices in my head

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«for my lacy» yall dont get how important this is to me.

riding in the batmobile

summary: batman!matt thinks you're even more precious than his batmobile

contains: smut

the batmobile was something so precious to matt, he’d never let anything happen to his beautiful batcar. he never let blood touch his leather seats. he kept everything sleek and clean.

you were only saying bye before he went on another patrol, wanting to give him a goodluck kiss and somehow it turned into more.

he had opened the door and pulled you onto his lap, your pants and panties on the car floor as he bounced you on him. his hands gripped onto your hips, his lips attached to just below your ear, leaving a prominent mark.

“you're s’ good for me baby,” his voice was rough. he pulled away from your neck, taking a moment to look at you, your hands clutching onto his shoulders through his suit, your breasts bouncing.

one of his hands left your hips, sliding down in between your legs and finding your clit with ease, he rubbed small tight circles, “come on baby, know you're almost there pretty.”

you convulsed around him, coming not even 2 seconds later with a loud cry of his name. the sight of you coming undone made matt groan, his own eyes threatening to roll back as he shot his load into your spasming walls, milking him completely dry.

god, you were the prettiest thing he ever seen, even more precious than his batmobile.

for my lacy <3

divider creds to @bernardsbendystraws & @max-nico

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i need this more than air.

whos wants it?

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I CANTTTT DOOO IT ANYMOREEEWEEEEEWUWEYWUI

taste the rush

summary: vampire!chris let himself get too hungry...

contains: smut, dom!chris, blood kink? kinda

chris had never been more hungry in his life. he had his fair share of almost hungry. but he was downright starving. his brother nick had told him over and over again don't let it get bad- or you won't be able to control what it makes you do. he should've listened to him.

and now here he was, feasting on you like you were his last meal while he thrusted in and out of you. your wines and gasps- struggling to keep in your tears as he sucked and drank your blood for all you were worth only spurred him on.

he wish he could stop. but your sweet delicious blood was just too addicting and you had just offered yourself on a silver platter to him. how could he turn you down?

and now look, you were getting what you wanted, his tip kissing your cervix making you keen, hitting every spot you didn't know was there. your cunt was basically sobbing all over his dick.

it was just too much, “shh ma’-” he muttered against your neck, “m’ giving you what my girl needs.” he groaned, his voice sending vibrations all through your skin. you cries only grew louder, your eyes rolling back as he pushed you off another edge, your 4th orgasam for the night. it made your legs shake and squirm.

he finally pulled away from your neck your red blood staining his fangs and dripping down his chin as he looked down at you. “my pretty girl…” he muttered, his lips crashing down on yours. you kissed him back, the metallic taste of your own blood filling your own mouth.

when he pulled away he pulled out of you, maneuvering you so you were on your hands and knees before entering you from behind. his hand gripped your loose hair into a ponytail, pulling your head back and baring your neck for him. he sank his fangs into the other side of your neck, a shudder running through you. it was clear you weren't leaving this bed till he got his fill of you.

you loved when your vampire boyfriend got hungry.

A/N: idk why i'm writing sm filth lately... something has possessed me

some borders by @bernardsbendystraws

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UR NEW THEME UGHHHH IM IN LOVE

honestly im still not used to it and feels like this is NOT giving 😖😖😖 but i love you so so much sweetheart

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giggling. blushing. screaming.

pretty.

summary: sweetheart!reader has had a crush on olderbrothersbestfriend!chris practically since him and her older brother met. one day he comes over to hang out with her brother, and he realizes she’s not the girl he’s been seeing as a little sister anymore. (lowkey based off this bot by @mattscoquette)

warnings: SMUT!! (fear of getting caught, fingering, oral [female receiving], unprotected p in v [don’t do this]), cursing (if you care), TENSIONNN, sorry if this is long, yeahyeyws u get it

you were obsessed.

obsessed with your older brother’s best friend, chris sturniolo. his name made you wanna giggle and skip around like a kid or something. his beautiful brown hair and blue eyes had you hooked long before any of the girls his age did.

some of your earliest memories were trying to play with your older brother when chris was over, just so you could spend more time with chris. given that happening so often, chris grew attached to you, but it was more of ‘i see you as a little sister’ attachment. he’d always hug you, he’d stand up for you when the people in your grade were being mean, he was there for you. you saw it as something that could possibly be talked about at your wedding one day, he saw it as ‘looking out for my best friends younger sister.’

one day, in the middle of summer before junior year, you were chilling in your room after a long day at the pool with your friends. you were sunburnt, tired, but happy nonetheless. you hear the doorbell ring, and then you remember.

chris and your brother had plans to hang out today.

you shoot up from your bed and run downstairs to the entry way. you forcefully grab into the door handle, swing it open, and you’re met with chris’s handsome face. he smiles and takes a step in.

“hey, y/nnnn..” he says in the silly little sing songy voice that makes you want to melt. you giggle nervously and take a step back so he can actually walk in the house. he looks you up and down, his gaze traveling all over your body shamelessly.

oh. you don’t remember him looking at you like that.

“um… hey, chris…” you manage to squeak out nervously and give him a smile, acting like the way he looked at you didn’t make you feel like you were practically naked. he grins and tilts his head and takes a step closer. the energy between you to was way different. he hadn’t made a lighthearted jab about how messy your chlorine dipped hair was, or how you were obviously wearing one of your brothers shirts, or anything. he was looking at you like he… wanted you, or something…

“you didn’t tell me you’ve gotten so pretty.” he says bluntly, but with a teasing hint to his voice that makes you almost collapse. he sighs, slipping off his shoes and carelessly throwing them into the closet. he flashes you another one of those oh-so-attractive grins, looking you up and down again like some kind of meal before walking upstairs to your brothers room.

holy fuck.

the rest of the evening, you were in a daze. did you finally get what you wanted? what you wanted being, well, obviously, chris’s attention? you were sure of it. who looks at someone like that in an innocent way?

that night, after getting ready for bed, you stare at the tv mindlessly. you were supposed to be just watching some TV while you were drifting off to sleep, but you couldn’t shake the way chris’s gaze made you feel. it made your chest and lower stomach tighten, it made your face red, it made you brainless.

just when you were starting to calm down, you hear a knock at your door. you assume it’s your mom telling you goodnight, so you let out a soft “it’s open!” and keep your eyes glued on the tv. you hear the door click open and creak as someone steps in, and you look over, and sit up.

chris.

“heyyyy, pretty girl.” he coos and sighs as his hands that you’ve stared at for a little too long close the door behind him, looking at you for a long, agonizing second before locking it as well. “watchu doin’ in here?”

“oh… i’m uh, just watching tv.” you let out breathlessly, and he kisses his teeth and nods. “um- why are you in here?” you cautiously ask, and he shrugs and walks over to your bed, sitting down at the edge, looking you up and down again. he couldn’t help it.

“ohh, y’know… your brother’s already asleep, i’m obviously not, your light was on, and so i just figured i should come check up on my favorite girl.” he grins, and you feel your cheeks burn. favorite girl..?

“really…?”

“mhm.” he hums softly, looking you up and down again, his gaze slowly traveling over your body, before making his way back to your face.

“why do you keep doing that?” you meekly ask, and chris giggles and raises one of his eyebrows at you.

“doing what, baby?”

“i dunno- you’re just… you keep lookin’ at me all weird…” you mumble, nervously running your fingers through your hair that was still damp from your shower. he grins and leans forward towards you, making you feel like you’re dizzy.

“lookin’ atcha weird? haha..” he lets out a little giggle, tilting his head. “can i not think you’re pretty, sweetheart?” he mutters teasingly, and you try to take a deep breath, and you stare at him in the eyes, because looking at anything else about him would make you fold. “i’ve always thought you were pretty, but like, in a cute way, but lately..? damn…” he sighs out, and he moves so he’s sitting next to you in your bed. “so watcha watchin, baby?”

you stare at him with wide eyes for a second before you look back at the tv. “oh.. just um.. to all the boys i’ve loved before.” you shrug, looking over at him, a grin on his handsome face, his lean but conspicuously strong arms that were exposed from his tank top crossed over his chest, sitting in your bed. sitting in your bed.

“ooh, what a cute movie name.” he giggles and leans back against the headboard and crosses his ankles, clearly making himself comfortable. you cross your legs too, but for a different reason. “so.. you gonna tell me why you’re so pretty now?” he teases, his tone playful, but it’s obvious he was serious as well. you gulp, looking back at the tv; you try your best to avoid eye contact, even looking at him, for that matter. it made you nervous. or whatever the name of the feeling was that made you wanna jump onto him.

“um… i dunno… i- i mean, i’ve always looked like this.” you mumble, and you feel his hand on your thigh. you try your best to fight back a pathetic whine and you look over at him.

“i mean i guess, but uh… baby, we both know that you’ve gotten like, super hot.” he laughs a little, leaning closer. “as much as i try to like, not think about it, i just… i can’t help it, sweetheart.” he mumbles, looking down at your lips. you nervously look away, biting your nails. chris scoffs, grabbing your jaw and forcefully but gently pulling your face back to where you’re looking him in the eyes. he smirks slowly and pulls your face closer and tilts his head. “nuh uh, baby.. don’t do that… i wanna see your pretty face when i kiss ya.” he says softly, before leaning in and passionately crashing his lips against yours.

you let out a soft whimper and move your hands to his hair. this was everything you’ve ever wanted. his slender fingers dig into your skin as he grabs your waist and pulls you up against him, moving one of his knees in between your legs as his lips move against yours in a way you thought you’d only feel in your dreams.

he rolls over on top of you and moves his hands under your shirt; his fingers run over your torso, leaving a tingly feeling in their path. you whine against his mouth, and he grins and pulls away. “damn, baby, you’re already so desperate and i’ve barely even touched you…” he giggles to himself, starting to leave kisses and little hickeys down your neck.

you were overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. you let out soft moans and tighten your hands in his hair when he kisses the all the right places, and you feel his hands move to the waistband of your shorts. “mm…” he hums and pulls away for a quick second. “is this okay, sweetheart?” he says softly and you nod eagerly.

“ye- fuck- yeah, it’s okay-“ your words fall out of your mouth, and he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you against him.

“yeahhh… i knew you’d be okay with it…” he mumbles against your neck and slips a hand underneath your sleep shorts. he gasps with faux shock and giggles against your neck, the vibrations making you moan softly. “oh, babyyyy.. you didn’t wear any panties?? oh, you knew this was happening, didn’t you?” he says in a low, teasing voice and kisses your jawline and you let out a sigh, not even being able to respond.

you gasp softly when his middle finger makes contact with your clit, and he pulls away and looks at you as he slowly starts moving it. “mm.. yeah, feels good doesn’t it, sweetheart?” he coos softly and adds his ring finger. you nod and whimper as he leans up to kiss you so your moans are muffled. he pulls away for a quick second and whispers “don’t want anyone to hear me makin’ y’feel good, now do you?” you moan softly as you shake your head. he grins, his long fingers easing into you and he gasps softly at the feeling.

“fuckkkk… shit- you’re so wet… you were waiting for this huh?” he coos softly and you nod sheepishly, one of your hands flying up to your mouth to muffle your moans. his fingers move at a quick pace, curling and moving in and out of you at a pace that makes you squirm; your hips bucking up with every movement.

it doesn’t take you long to reach your climax, your supposed to be loud curses and moans of his name muffled by the palm of your hand. he pulls his fingers out of your pussy and brings them up to his mouth and licks them clean. the sight making you desperate all over again. he grins, his pupils blown wide before he yanks off your shorts and moves down so his face is in between your thighs.

he kisses your thighs softly, looking up at you in the same way that got you into this situation. you whine softly as his arms hook under your thighs and rests them on his shoulders. this didn’t feel real. you were convinced you’d wake up from this and he’d be down the hall instead of between your thighs.

but you were snapped back to your senses when his lips make contact with your clit, and you gasp softly and cover your mouth again. he starts sloppily licking you, like he was desperate. like you were the first meal he’s had in weeks. it felt so good; all you could do was sit there and whimper and mewl behind your hand pathetically.

you arch your back off the bed, your other hand moving to his brown locks and pulling at it. he moans against you, his tongue going faster and more desperate against your pussy. you were on the edge again, and at this rate, you felt like he wasn’t anywhere near being done.

you reach your climax again, and chris pulls away and quickly starts untying the drawstring to his sweatpants. “needa fuck you now, princess- shit-“ he chuckles breathlessly, pulling down his sweatpants and his boxers. “this okay, baby..?” he asks softly, and you nod eagerly. you could barely respond. you just whimper as you watch him spread your thighs apart wider for him. he slowly eases his dick into you, burying his face in your neck and letting out a muffled moan.

he slowly starts moving, and you gasp softly. holy shit. you felt amazing. and it’s clear he did too, the way he was hovering over you. his eyebrows were pinched together, his jaw was slack, his eyes were shut, and his cheeks were flushed. “holy shit, baby, you feel so fucking good-“ he whispers, increasing his pace slightly. you moan softly and one of the hands that was holding himself up moves to cover your mouth.

it was so hot.

“shh, baby… be quiet, mkay?” he coos softly and then bites his lip so he doesn’t moan again, your legs and arms wrapping around him making it feel a little too real for him. “mmmghh… shiiit, babyy… already makin’ me close-“ he groans, and you moan softly in response and grab at his hair.

after a while of him rolling his hips into you, making you see stars, you finally cum again, which makes him moan and pull out and release on your stomach. he sighs and grabs a shirt off the side of your bed and wipes it off, and he sighs and collapses on top of you.

he props himself up on his elbows, looking down at you and smiling softly as he pants.

“mm.. you’re so pretty, baby…”

a/n: AUAGGHHHHHHGG this took me a million years but FUCCCKXKKKKKKKKKKKKLL lmk if yall liked this and if i should make this a series………. i kinda hate thisissss but okatyy…

tags: @supersleepys @matts-sidepiece @thesecretofceleste @neverstopthekashh @rriverscuomo @chrispleasure @courta13

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texts between nerd!matt & cheerleader!reader

contains: fluff, nothing suggestive, explicit language (slightly)

a/n: im soooo happy to introduce my new babies to yall <33 might write something about them later !!! (i def will) (inspired by mommymatt on cai)

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i need MORE.

sex pollen!

summary: batman!matt get hits with something and needs your help

contains: fluff, a bit suggestive and a little sprinkle of smut. but only if you squint really hard, kinda subby matt?

it started with a fluffy pink flower, one matt as never seen before. suddenly it exploded in his face, making him cough and choke on the dust before getting up and continuing the fight he was in.

now he was back in sturniolo manor, in his batcave.

matt winced, jerking back as you ran the cotton ball with alcohol over his open cut across the arch of his eyebrow, a hiss leaving his lips at the sting.

“you have to stay still matt.” you huffed.

it was like your boyfriend to come back from a fight bruised and battered, all cut up. normal even. he was the city's savior afterall. the one and only batman.

but you knew something happened, something he just wouldn't tell you.

“heard poison ivy was out and about.” you said, discarding the bloody cotton ball and picking up the butterfly band aid.

“mm, yeah?” matt sounded distant and mumbled, he was listening just not well, and it wasn't until you saw his dilated pupils and slightly parted lips- blue eyes glued to your lips that you knew why.

“not now.” you said sternly, sticking the butterfly band aid in its rightful place. you could've sworn you saw a frown on his lips at the blunt rejection.

“why not?” his voice was in a whispery whine, he was desperate for you. his hands coming up to hold onto your hips and keep you placed right in between his legs.

“you're all bruised up matt.”

“don't care sweetheart,” he leaned in slowly, lips attaching to your jaw, spreading hot needy kisses, “want you.” he panted against your skin. his kissed ventured lower, to the base of your neck down to the bit of skin revealed by your shirt. he hummed against your skin, “new perfume?” his voice sent vibrations through you, making your breath hitch slightly.

“nope.” you said, puzzled slightly, “just my body wash.”

matt didn't answer, instead, pulling away from your neck and attached his lips to yours frenziedly. you melted into the kiss easily, your hands cradling his face, his skin was hot like he had a fever. you nearly winced at how hot he was, pulling away quickly, “you're burning up!” you rasped out only for you to be cut off, his lips back on yours like he needed you to breathe.

he was needy, bringing you closer by your hips as he groaned against your mouth, his eyes closing shut. “tastes s’ sweet.” he mumbled against your lips.

the grip he had on your hips grew tighter as he got up from the chair he was sitting on, completely maneuvering you around till your back was flushed with the center table.

when you both finally pulled away for air, lungs burning and lips swollen, his eyes locked on yours. he looked hungry- like he was starving for you. his breath uneven.

one of his hands left your hips, fingers trailing under your shirt and to the waistband of your pants, “ivy hit me with something.” his voice was rough, raspy.

oh. it finally clicked in your head, and you nodded at his silent question. matt practically let out a cry of relief, his lips attaching right back to your neck, leaving wet hot kisses as his hands slipped down your pants and panties, finding you already wet and ready.

it was definitely safe to say, you liked your vigilante boyfriend a needy mess sometimes.

A/N: ok so.. yeah...

divider creds to @bernardsbendystraws & @max-nico

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new theme. feel like a brand new person

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come back to me lacy 💔

seeing a notification from tumblr is like coming home from a war. i've been experiencing writers block lately, but i'll come back soon 💔 (hope so)

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⠀⠀SPY!READER TREATS MATT'S INJURY

matt hisses as soon as the cotton ball makes contact with a gunshot wound on his shoulder. the brunette grips the edge of the bathroom tub, his knuckles turn white, eyes shut and jaw clenches after every jab she does.

“shit hurts like a bitch,” he manages to breathe out, voice low. matt opens his eyes, focusing on the woman in front of her, a look of concentration written all over her face as she treats the wound. her tongue sticks out just a little, an indicator of her dedication. he can’t help it, but lets out a scoff that quickly changes into another hiss after her pressing the cotton ball.

“it doesn’t hurt that bad, quit whinin’,” she says under her breath, but matt can hear her perfectly. with a swift motion, he grabs her wrist, mid-stopping her motion. she raises her gaze to him, a questioning look in her eyes as she studies matt’s face.

the brunette only leans closer, a smug expression appears on his face, his breathing hitting his face, “s’pretty, claim to hate me yet treating my wounds like i’m the most fragile thing in the world,” and he leans back, staring at her, how her face falls and eyebrows furrow together.

but the comeback from her was not long in coming and with a satisfied smirk, she pressed the cotton ball harshly against the injury, causing matt to groan in pain and tilt his head back.

“be careful with your words, sturniolo, right now your well-being depends on me and i wouldn't advise you to piss me off,” her voice calm and she hovers over his shoulder before blowing air on it to soothe his pain.

she reaches for the bandage that she left on the sink, but matt grabs her wrist once again, looking at her with serious expression, unspoken tension lingers in the room.

however, the woman quickly shakes off matt’s hand, focusing on her main priority — band him up before he dies from blood loss. “not now,” voice calm, but stern at the same time, letting matt know that she isn’t in the mood for his jokes or whatever was on his mind.

“then when?” escapes past his lips before he could recognize his own words. tension between them is palpable, they could cut it with a knife. matt’s words linger in the air, but remain unanswered.

she reaches for bandages and turns to matt, helping him to raise his arm. the man surpasses the whimper that threatens to leave his mouth, he doesn’t like being vulnerable, not in front of her. she wraps up the band around his wounded shoulder, making sure to bind it tightly.

as soon as her job is done, she takes some steps back and watches matt. he sits on the edge of the bath tub, looking like a damn mess. “next time you’ll treatin’ your injuries by yourself,” she says, remaining stern and cold in front of him—professional. but both matt and her know this is an empty promise—the usual one she would throw at him after every mission. and with those words, the woman turns on her heels and leaves the room, leaving matt sitting there alone with thoughts swirling inside his hair and a heavy heart thumping rapidly in the ribcage.

a/n: such a weird start for this au, i know, but i just wanna keep yall on your toes, hehe! i'll write more about them so soon <3

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tags: @beabadoobeelvur

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loveeee your spy!matt

hiii!! omg thank you so much 😭 im already writing something about this au and planning to post it tomorrow !! hehe

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ㅤㅤINTRODUCTION . . . SPY!MATT X SPY!READER

ㅤㅤㅤspy!matt

arrogantㅤㅤwealthyㅤㅤcockyㅤㅤinflated egoㅤㅤactually a geniusㅤㅤloves pissing spy!reader off on purposeㅤㅤcant keep his mouth shutㅤㅤblack shirts and a white tieㅤㅤcan get away from any problemㅤㅤdrives a bikeㅤㅤgenuinely regrets what he did to reader in the past

ㅤㅤㅤspy!reader

smartㅤㅤcan keep her emotions in checkㅤㅤwitty comebacksㅤㅤclaims to hate matt with burning passionㅤㅤblack cat personalityㅤㅤcant driveㅤㅤpreciseㅤㅤone of the best spiesㅤㅤalways treats matt's wounds after missionsㅤㅤdistantㅤㅤcold glaresㅤㅤusually gets paired with matt for missions

MISSION #1: [ IN PROGRESS ]

MISSION #2: [ YOU DONT HAVE ACCESS TO THIS YET ]

MISSION #3: ? ? ?

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so ummm i may or may not cooking an au and i really like my idea

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i love ur work

thank you pretty !! i love your theme sooo much

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you love edging chris. you love when this cocky, somewhat arrogant bastard turns into a whining mess, begging for you to help a boy out.

but the truth is, he fucks with this. heavy.

chris loved when you tease him, when your nails dig into his hips, trying to hold him in place while the man writhing under you. little whimpers and cries escape his lips while you look down at him with a smirk across your face.

the brunette reaches and grips your wrist, while your hand covers his shaft and pumps chris' erection effortlessly, giving his red tip playful squeezed and causing another whimper escape his lips.

"so impatient, aren't we?" you raise your gaze, looking at his furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes, little beads of sweat running down his forehead, showing you how tensed he is.

his eyelashes flattered open, looking at you with almost teary expression, eyes glossy and pleading, silently begging you for release. but only a soft chuckle leaves your parted lips as you squeeze his dick in your hand again.

"we're not done yet, sweet boy," you whisper, making sure he can hear you perfectly. chris bucks his hips up, knowing that today is gonna be one of these long nights.

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