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after party

tour!matt and his girlfriend can’t wait another second once he gets off stage…

vibe check: smut with no plot, established relationship obvi, short lived matt the munch, sex on the counter, chris with impeccable timing, hints of softdom!matt, no protection (i’d tell you to wrap it but i’m not your mother), matt cums inside her (kill me now)

1k words

a/n: i was thinking about this on the bus ride home from work the other day and i haven’t been able to get it out my head since lmao

love and cigs, merc x

it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen in your life. your boyfriend on stage, cracking jokes and controlling the crowd, shooting you a quick wink every time you locked eyes. the few hours the show went on for felt like an eternity, but after patiently waiting with your thighs clamped shut, you were finally exactly where you wanted to be, pressed up against the door of Matts dressing room, one leg hooked around his waist, arms around his shoulders as he fumbled with the door, opening it behind you without breaking the intense, knee buckling kiss he had trapped you in the moment he got back stage.

you stepped back into the room, Matts hands gripping the small of your waist as he walked you backwards, not once breaking the kiss, his tongue pressing against yours and small groans filling your mouth as he kicked the door shut with one foot.

“you were so handsome up on that stage” you said, breathy into the kiss, Matt chasing your lips with a chuckle as you spoke.

“handsome, huh? is that all you thought watching me up there?” he said, a smirk heavy on his mouth, his soft lips grazing yours

you chuckled, biting on his plump bottom lip slightly, “maybe some other things” you smiled.

“oh yeah?” he said, his hand coming to your jaw, “like what?” he said, cutting you off with his tongue as he pressed it against yours.

you moaned into the kiss, Matt leaning down slightly to pick you up, hooking your legs around his waist. he carried you over to the desk with ease, putting you down with vigour, your back hitting the mirror slightly as he leaned further into you. you were clawing at him, desperate to feel his skin against yours as you pulled and tugged at his top, your legs hooked around his hips, pulling him into your core. Matt couldn’t help but chuckle at your desperation, pulling away from the kiss slightly to lift his top up over his head. yours followed swiftly after, and in a tangled mess of limbs and a pile of clothes, you were clad in nothing but your underwear, and matt just in his jeans.

he trailed his kisses down your mouth, his tongue pressing against your jaw and down your neck as your head flung back into the glass once more, your nails clawing at his warm, bare back as he made his way down your chest, his mouth locked around one nipple as his fingers pressed and toyed with the other. the cold from the air conditioning made all your hair stand on edge, whilst Matts body heat radiated off of him onto your skin, his warm, soft tongue leaving little trails of fire in his path. he made his way down your torso, stopping to kiss a wet straight line across the hem of your panties, his blue eyes glaring up at you as he did.

you were desperate, and your face was riddled with it.

“please” you whimpered, involuntarily.

Matt smiled his devilish smile, needing no more instruction before he brought his hand up, hooking his fingers round the small covering of fabric over your pussy and pulling it to the side. before you had even a moment to think about the cold air hitting your core, Matts mouth was wrapped around your pussy, warming it up with the press of his wet tongue. your hand flung to his hair instantly, gripping onto his messy curls as he lapped and sucked at your glistening folds. you couldn’t help but grind into his face, his name mixed with moans spilling from your mouth as he devoured you, the vibration from his groans sending little bouts of shivers up your spine as you pulled and clawed at him.

your whole body was on fire, your head pressed firmly into the glass as Matt worked your pussy with his mouth, eating you like he’d been starved all day. he was working over time, sucking at your clit as his fingers suck between your folds, two long digits slipping inside you with ease, curling up against your sweet spot instantly.

Matt knew your body like no one else, the pressure of his tongue circling against you your clit sending you spiralling as his fingers worked your insides. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hardened his pace with his fingers, his tongue working small circles around your sensitive nub, your pussy encapsulated in his warm mouth.

something about the way that Matt went down on you, like it was his favourite thing to do in the world, made your head spin and the anticipation of this very moment made you extra sensitive, and it wasn’t long until you felt your legs begin to tremble around his head. the sounds of him moaning into your pussy filled the room, your pussy so slick it was almost impossible to stay in one place. you ground your face against his mouth, Matt matching your speed, his fingers being sucked back into your hole every time he tried to thrust them in and out. with a breathy cry of his name, and a tight grip on his hair, your orgasm washed over you, littering your vision with stars as Matt coaxed it out of you with his slender fingers, relishing in the way you tasted on his tongue.

despite how mind numbing his tongue felt against your throbbing clit, there was only one thing you could think about, and you knew nothing would satisfy you until you got it.

“Matt — I n” you cut yourself off with a moan as he helped you ride out your high with his mouth “— need you inside me” you stuttered out, just about able to open your eyes as you looked down at him.

Matt reluctantly tore himself away from your perfect pussy, pressing two gentle fingers into your clit as he looked up at you, “you don’t wanna give me one more, angel? v’been thinkin’ about it all day” he said, almost in a pout.

you shook your head, your lip tight between your teeth at the sight of Matts pleading eyes, somehow able to be so dominant and yet so desperate for you all at once.

“I need you inside me, Matt, now” you whined.

your words made Matts ears ring, and without hesitation he got to his feet, making fast work, with your help, of his jeans and tugging them down slightly, freeing his painfully hard cock from its confines as it slapped against his stomach. your mouth literally watered at the sight, your hungry gaze interrupted by the feeling of Matts tight grip on your thighs pulling you to the edge of the desk, your legs hooking around his waist on instinct as he lined himself up with you, pressing his tip against your folds before slipping his cock into your tight, sopping pussy.

his head fell to your shoulder at the feeling of you instantly clenching around him, one arm coming to support himself behind your head, a sweaty hand pressed against the mirror as you moaned out in bliss in his ear. you were practically hanging off him as he began to move in and out of you, bottoming out with a hard thrust that made you jolt against the glass every time.

“you feel so fucking good, baby” he groaned, head heavy from the satisfaction of being inside you after waiting all day.

he was pounding into you, one hand gripping you in place, the other pressed against the glass behind you. with your arms wrapped lowly around his neck, your head tilted back on its axis, giving Matt a perfect view of your pretty face as it contorted with every staggered moan that left your mouth.

“so pretty” he said, breathless, “my pretty, pretty girl”

you couldn’t help but smile, legs tightening around his waist as he continued his steady pace into your pussy.

through the strings off moans and praises neither of you heard the sound of Chris calling after Matt down the hall on the other side of the door;

the door handle rattled, and Chris opened the door, his sights luckily set firmly on his phone in his hand “yo, Matt the —“

“Chris!” you both shouted in unison at his brothers intrusion

“oh shit, sorry sorry sorry” Chris cried out, covering his eyes and slamming the door shut. With his hand firmly on the door handle and his back against the door, Chris turned to the behind the scenes crew with a sheepish grin, “he’s a little busy right now” he smiled, and gestured them down the hall.

the two of you couldn’t help but laugh, Chris’ intrusion doing nothing to stop Matts relentless pace into your clenching hole.

“m’gonna kill him” he said, shaking his head with a smile as you giggled.

you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, the angle of his body changing to hit your pussy deeper than before. the shift made you squirm, his long cock pressing against your gummy spot with every thrust.

you moaned into his mouth, Matt catching your sounds on his tongue and swallowing them like sweet whisky as he relished in the feeling of you wrapped around him, your nails painting lines down his back as he pound into you.

“s’this what you had in mind, baby, seeing me up on that stage?” he said, his words breathy.

“mhm” you whined, “s’almost perfect”

“almost?” Matt said, pulling away to look at you, his brows furrowed.

you bit your lip, tightening your legs around his hips, locking your feet together as you stared up into him with needy, doe eyes, “almost” you said, your voice thick with seductive honey.

Matt near enough growled, not needing any further explanation. the grip he had on your flesh tightened, his eyes darkening as he set a fast, hard pace into your pussy. it was euphoric, the feeling of his cock stretching you out, his hips beating against yours relentlessly as he groaned and whimpered, chasing your messy kisses every time you pulled away with a moan.

The hand behind your head came to your jaw, holding you in place firmly as his thumb pressed soft circles into your skin, a juxtaposed feeling to the blissful sting of his cock splitting you open. His tender dominance made your whole body tingle, and your pussy clenched tight around him as his lips locked against yours, his eyes clenching shut as he began to stutter inside you, moans and whimpers filling your mouth as he bit down on your bottom lip, chasing his high, using you as his personal anchor. with a few hard thrusts, and a teeth clashing kiss, he filled you up, using his cum as lube to ride out his bliss inside you, never wanting the feeling to end.

small whimpers left his throat, his hips stilling before he reluctantly pulled out of your spent pussy. you whined at the emptiness, legs going heavy around his waist as his head fell to your shoulder, Matt placing a line of small kisses along your warm skin.

your hands came to his hair, your gentle fingers caressing his scalp, earning a satisfied hum from him, his lazy arms wrapping around your back, pulling you into him tight, your collective body heat a comforting sensation as it engulfed you both.

“you did so good up there today, my love” you said, softly

Matt smiled into your skin, your words making his ears hot as he lifted his head up, “s’always better when you’re in the crowd, angel” he said, looking at you with hooded eyes and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

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I HAVE BEEN WAITING LITERAL YEARS FOR PART 4, ITS SO GOOD, ILY!!!

ILY ILY ILY i’m glad you like it hehe

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teenage dirtbags, part four

skater!matt and overachiever!reader spend all night in the library together

vibe check: banter, bickering, they want to be friends they just don't know it. lingering looks, immaculate "oh no we woke up spooning" vibes and a looking at eachother out of sync ending hehe

2.2k words

A/N: originally i was going to have this be a part of part three but i was feeling silly so i broke it in two.

Intro, part one, part two, part three

love and cigs, merc

"Matt" you whispered, still perched by the table, watching as Matt slipped between the bookshelves, "Matt" you said once more, this time with more grit in your voice.

you heard his infectious giggle from behind the books, weighing your options, you looked over at the librarian who had just turned her desk light off, and back to the stacks that Matt had hidden in.

"fuck sake" you said under your breath, rolling your eyes as you collected your books quickly.

you followed the path Matt had walked, being met with his boyish grin looking up at you from his crosslegged position on the floor.

"welcome to my humble abode, y/l/n" Matt said, holding his arms out, gesturing to the scratchy blue carpet and ceiling height book shelves.

"we're gonna get in trouble, you know that right?" you huffed, sitting down opposite him in a sulk.

"only if we get caught" he shrugged, a smug smile on his face, his features shifting slightly as his eyes wandered over your frustrated face.

"oh come on, y/l/n, you cant be a tight ass all your life" he jested.

"I'm not a tight ass" you replied, defensively

Matt said nothing, only raised his brows, shooting you an accusatory look.

"okay maybe I'm a bit of a tight ass" you caved, rolling your eyes as an uncontrollable smile formed on your face, "but I'm not the stuck up bitch you think I am" you pushed.

"oh yeah?" Matt questioned, a knee buckling smirk on his face.

"yeah" you nodded, chin held high

"prove it, y/l/n, whats the least tight ass thing you've ever done?" He said, leaning forward, placing his elbow on his knee and using his fist as a rest, painting his face with faux and exaggerated interest

you thought for a moment, wracking your brain for something that would really throw Matt off, "do you remember in senior year when Jack Stanley's clothes all mysteriously went missing from the locker rooms and ended up on a sex doll that was strung up in the football field?" you said, trying to hide the pride in your eyes

"that was you?!" Matt said, genuinely shocked

you nodded, smugly, enjoying the look of awe in Matts eyes. his mouth was agape, his eyes twinkling at you slightly as he scanned your frame, "damn, y/l/n thats pretty bad ass" he sat back against the stacks.

"he deserved it, you don't get to be an asshole to everyone and suffer no consequences" you shrugged

Matt squinted at you slightly, "interesting" he said, holding your eyes in his for a little too long.

"what?" you chuckled, cheeks flushing red slightly at his lingering gaze.

"no, nothing, nothing" Matt smirked.

you both fell into a comfortable silence, Matt playing with a piece of lint on the floor, and you fiddling with the sleeves of our cardigan. it was odd, how relaxed you felt around him, the fact that you didn't like each other leaving room for a complete lack of performance, you could just be yourself because, it didn't matter, he couldn't form any lower of an opinion anyway.

"are you hungry?" Matt broke your pondering silence

"I could eat" you shrugged.

Matt smiled and got up immediately, darting down towards the vending machines. You whispered his name, before quickly following suit. when you caught up to him, he was filling the machine with coins, getting every type of crisp and chocolate he could, watching like a little kid as they dropped one by one. He pulled them out from the bottom, scooping them up and dropping them onto the glossy wooden table just behind the both of you. you couldn't help but laugh at the excess of food, and then at his tight lip smile as he sat down at the table, gesturing for you to do the same.

"bon apatite" he said in his best French accent.

you chuckled and shook your head, sitting opposite him and scanning the pile for something to snack on.

The next few hours consisted of eating everything he had bought, playing games of throwing chocolate covered raisins into each others mouths and you throwing the occasional crisp at him for saying something ridiculous. you spoke about everything and anything, and he had you in stitches the whole time, something about how he said everything with an air of nonchalance, as if he didn’t even realise how funny he was only making him funnier. you had what felt like hour long debates about music and movies, only agreeing on two things: fleetwood mac is the best, and christopher nolan is severely overrated. you spoke about your favourite books, him taking out his little black tatty notebook and scribbling down the ones he liked the sound of the most. he told you about his favourite comics, telling you that you’d love spider man, and that you were the closest thing to a real life gwen he could think off.

knowing, and hating, each other all this time meant that small talk was never really small, even when you spoke about your lives, people you liked and hated, there was nothing awkward about it and, unlike your other friends, neither of you had to give context to stories or shit talking because, well, you grew up with each other. it was easy, and despite refusing to let yourself feel any sense of enjoying his company, he wasn’t horrible to be around.

Being in the library after hours made you feel like kids again, you had migrated to the bean bags on the top floor, sitting surrounded by some of your favourite books, reading them aloud as Matt sat sprawled out across from you whilst he finished off the last of the snacks he had bought. it was weirdly peaceful, reading in the nearly completely dark library as Matt stared up at the ornate ceilings, listing with intent as you told the stories to perfection.

When it was just you and him like this, Matt would almost forget you weren't friends, choosing to forget all the reasons you pissed him off and vice versa. you liked how, despite having nothing in common and actively despising each other all these years, he was the only person who you could be like this around, like, if you asked any of your real friends to stay in the library after hours to eat shit food and have you read alice in wonderland to them they'd laugh in your face, but not Matt. Matt was different.

"oh, I forgot to tell you" Matt said, swallowing the lump of chocolate in his mouth, "theres a band doing a Fleetwood Mac night next weekend at the bar on campus, I was gonna ask if you wanted to go?" he asked, in his usual easy breezy tone.

"with you?" you asked, slightly more defensive than you meant it to be.

"yeah?" Matt cocked his eyes to the side

you recoiled slightly, as if on instinct, "like, a date?"

Matt choked on his food slightly, "no, y/l/n, not like a date, as friends"

you couldn't help but look dumfounded, "is that what we are now? friends that go to gigs together and stuff"

"I mean, I guess so, I don't know?" Matt shrugged, feeling like an idiot for even posing the question

something about him asking you out, even if it was as friends, snapped you back into reality. you had been spending so much time together that him asking you to go to a gig didn’t feel weird, it felt normal, and that was a problem. something about it irritated you. whether it was him asking, or you wanting to say yes was a whole other question you weren’t ready to answer.

"I'm just helping you study, Matt, that doesn't mean we should hang out all the time" You said, your voice thick with defence

"right" Matt dropped his chocolate to the table with a stubborn nod.

"I mean, it's not like we're actually friends, right?" you cocked your eyes to the side, watching as Matt refused to even look at you

"yeah, I guess I just forgot that I can’t stand you, thanks for reminding me." Matt said, still avoiding eye contact

you scoffed, slightly taken aback by his harsh words, "likewise"

"perfect" Matt said

"brilliant" you replied

"fantastic" Matt spat, finally looking at you, the twinkle in his eyes now gone as they faded into a light grey colour.

he slumped back into his bean bag, picking at the loose threads on his sleeves where his thumb poked through the hole. you were burning holes into his head, biting the side of your cheeks in thought.

"I'm gonna go see if theres any blankets in the supply closets" you huffed, getting up and walking away before he could even respond.

Matt looked up as you walked away, watching your long ponytail swing as you sauntered down the stairs. He threw his head back with a quiet groan, rolling his eyes and shaking his head against the bean bag slightly with a long exhale.

when you returned, you were holding a pile itchy grey blankets left over from lock in drills and senior final week sleepovers. you threw them to the floor, picking them up one by one to lay them down on the floor to make a 'bed'. you brought the two smallest beanbags to the top, placing them where the pillows would go just before collecting the rest of the blankets and loosely laying them over the top, the 'duvet'.

"we need to sleep, we have a good couple of hours until we can get out" you murmured, not looking at Matt as you spoke to him.

"I'll sleep on the bean bag" Matt replied pretending to be comfortable

you rolled your eyes, "you'll be freezing" your tone back to the one Matt was used to: annoyed.

Matt looked to you, then the 'bed', then back to you. he said nothing, only proceeded to get more 'comfortable' on the bean bag.

you scoffed, not even bothering to keep pushing as you laid down on the pile of blankets, pulling one over your torso as you laid facing Matt, eyes closed in attempts to sleep.

Matt shifted, opening his eyes to be met with your relaxed, tired features. he scanned your face, watching the way your baby hairs fell against your bushy brow, the way your nostrils flared slightly as you took deep, sleepy breaths. he bit down on the backs of his teeth as he stared at you, face deadpan, trying to force his mind to ignore the way his heart was thumping against his sternum.

He tore his eyes from you and leant over, pulling the edge of the blanket up slightly so it covered your shoulders, a small sleepy mewl falling from your lips just before you turned to face the other way. you were dead asleep from the moment you closed your eyes, and after a short moment of contemplation and deciding on whether or not he was stubborn enough to be cold all night, he quietly pushed himself up off the bean bag, settling onto the floor next to you. He slowly shuffled under the blanket, laying flat on his back, the sound of your heavy breathing lulling him to sleep next to you.

The sun had begun to rise, seeping through the cracks in the stain glass windows of the top floor.

you were still sound asleep, Matt waking up minutes before you, the smell of your jasmine shampoo soothing him awake. his eyes flitted open, his position slightly different from how he fell asleep. He was tucked up behind you, arm over your shoulder as your hand held onto his wrist loosely. your head was snug against his chest, your whole body nestled into his as you shared his body heat. he was instantly panicked, more so at how comfortable he was than anything else, and his stirs woke you up slightly, giving Matt the perfect opportunity to slip his arm out from around you and turn the face the other way.

You slowly blinked awake, the smell of Matts laundry detergent and cologne thick in the air around you. It wasn't jarring, only strong and, kind of warm. you turned over, seeing the rise and fall of Matts shoulders next to you. you smiled slightly, happy he didn't spend all night freezing just because of you.

"Matt" you whispered.

"hmm?" Matt replied, pretending that you just woke him up as he turned over, his curly hair a mess in his face as he painted faux tired on his face.

"we need to go" you said, getting up quickly, looking at the small watch on your wrist, “the fire doors will be open now, the front opens in 5 minutes”

"okay" Matt groaned, "i'm coming, i'm coming" Matt stumbled to his feet, following you as you ran down the winding stairs, the shadow of the librarian lingering behind the glass pained doors serving as a jump start for the both of you.

you scurried between the stacks, heading straight for the fire exit out back and bursting through the doors into the sunlight, Matt only seconds behind you.

for reasons unbe-known to you, Matt insisted on walking you back to your dorm. The walk was basically silent, only being broken by you telling Matt you can walk the rest of the way and him telling you he might as well walk you the whole way. if he was honest, he wasn't sure why he felt the need to walk you home, considering the fact that your dorm was in the opposite direction to his. he was just being sensible, being a good man and walking a girl home so she was safe. that checks out, right?

you both made it to your dorm, your keys jingling as you pulled them from your bag. Matt stood a few steps behind you, his hands in his pockets. you turned the key and opened the door, about to walk in before you paused, unable to fight the urge.

"thank you" you said, looking to Matt

"for what?" he asked, cocking his eyes to the side

"for um - for walking me home" you stuttered.

"oh" Matt smiled, "you're welcome" he shrugged, hands tucked in his pockets

"you can go now" you said, your regular attitude back in your tone

Matt chuckled slightly, rolling his eyes as he turned on the balls of his feet, dragging his feet down the hall way.

you looked away, a small glimmer of happiness dancing across your face as you looked back to him, watching as he pulled his board from his back and placed it on the floor. you let your eyes wander for a moment before looking back towards your open door. Matt turned his head slightly, watching as you stepped into your dorm and shut the door, the flash of your pony tail being his final sight before looking back ahead of him, racing down the hallway slightly faster on his board.

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incoming: soppy and emosh vent about queerness and nick

watching the new york tour surprise and nicks little speech at the end made me so proud to be a fan of them. as a queer woman who’s existed on the internet for half her life, navigating my way through my own experiences with being queer and understanding my own sexuality on the internet, consuming and enjoying drag culture was such a prominent part of my journey in understanding what it means to be genuinely proud of my queer identity. and to be able to say that three boys I hold so much admiration for not only support but actively encourage the boldly queer self expression that is integral to drag makes me want to sob. it’s easy to say that it’s standard to respect people’s life styles but in todays political and social climate, having youtubers you can trust to be on the right side of it all has come to feel like a privilege.

all that being said, tumblr is where I discovered and flourished in my queerness before I even knew what the word meant, and I feel like it’s appropriate to tell everyone who follows me or is just seeing this on their dash that to be queer is to be truly magic. call it a cliche but, for me, self expression saved my life, queerness saved my life. I feel so lucky to share the queer space with someone like nick, and so comforted by the fact that, unlike what so many of us had to face alone, somewhere there is a queer kid, who feels so lost inside themselves, that can find safety and refuge in someone like him and what he brings to the internet.

love and cigs, merc x

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I can make you feel better

Chris has been in a mood all day, and theres only one thing that will get him out of it

vibe check: giving moody!chris head (somebody sedate me), angst?, fluff

1.5k words

A/N: this fic won the poll so this is my gift to you guys. moody!chris is my sweetie baby and i love him, okay love u bye

love and cigs, merc

Chris had been in a terrible mood all day, from the moment he woke up to now as he huffed his way around the house, storming down the stairs and slamming his door shut, startling you as you laid mindlessly scrolling in his bed.

He pushed his boots off and headed straight for the bathroom, doing nothing more than shooting you a forced smile as he walked past you sprawled out on his bed. The shower turned on, and you stared at the white wooden door, the skin of the inside of your mouth locked between your teeth. you hated it when Chris got in a mood like this, not because of anything other than the fact that you knew he hated the feeling of being miserable, especially if there wasn't a specific reason.

He'd barely spoken a word to you since he woke up, telling you he was going to be filming all day and that if you wanted to hang around you could. you practically lived at his by this point so, you being there wasn't a hinderance to anyone, and you knew that when he got home, he'd need you. so you stayed.

The shower water shut off and after a moment he padded out the bathroom, slightly wet with his hair hanging over his face and a towel round his waist. He walked over to his dresser, aggressively opening the drawer and pulling a pair of calvins out just before putting them on. He used his towel to dry his hair slightly, rubbing it over his head with a flat palm and a scrunched face. you couldn't help but watch him, his energy so hollow he was almost unrecognisable.

you shifted to your side of the bed slightly as you watched him pad over to the bed, preparing to slump down into his sheets. he hit the bed with a huff, laying face down in his pillow as he let out a long, deep groan. your hand came to his back, and you started to trace small circles around the freckles littered across his skin.

"you okay, my love?" you said softly.

he said nothing, only hummed.

"do you wanna talk about it?" you pressed, moving your hand up to his hair to twirl his wet curls around your finger

he shook his head into his pillow, shifting into your touch slightly.

you continued peppering gentle touches all over his skin, his body visibly relaxing under your presence. he scooted over slightly, taking his long arm and wrapping it round your waist, using his grip on you to pull you under him, burying his face in your stomach.

you complied with his silent instructions and let him manoeuvre you under him, "whats up, Chris, you're so quiet"

"I said I don't wanna talk about it" Chris snapped, talking into your skin

you recoiled, "I'm just trying to help" you said, defensively

"well, don't" he said, still putting his full weight down on you, his actions needy but his tone annoyed.

you huffed, not bothering to reply, knowing you'll only get shut down again.

Chris let out a deep sigh into your skin, shifting slightly to hold himself up, looking at your offended features.

"i'm sorry, baby" he said, placing his large, soft hand to your cheek, "I'm just having a really shit day"

"so then talk to me, tell me whats wrong" you cooed, pressing your cheek into his hand.

"theres nothing to talk about" he shook his head, "It's just one of those days" he shrugged, dropping his gaze from yours, tone still flat and somewhat annoyed.

you furrowed your brows, watching as he sunk back into you.

your slight annoyance at him quickly faded, being replaced by sympathy. it was rare Chris got into a mood he couldn’t get himself out of, so him being so visibly wound up was agonising to watch. Normally you’d let him talk it out or leave him alone until he felt better but, neither of those felt like viable options tonight so, you settled for a different method to make his bad day a little better.

"I can make you feel better, if you want me to?" you said, tracing slightly firmer touches up and down his back as you did.

"how?" he mumbled into your skin, after a brief pause

you smiled, shifting out from under him and telling him to lay on his back. He complied with a huff, laying his head down into his pillow with a deadpan face that quickly changed when you crawled on top of him.

"I'm not in the mood for sex right now, baby" he said, almost speaking into your mouth as you went to kiss him

"who said anything about sex, moody boy?" you hummed before placing a tender kiss on his pouty lips.

he kissed you back on reflex, only for you to break the kiss as you began to litter pecks over his cheeks, down his jaw to his neck. he let out a small sigh that sounded like relief, relaxing into the bed as you worked your way down his body, back arched, giving him a view of your ass as you kissed down his neck, over his chest and down his stomach.

his breathing got heavier as you began to place open mouth kisses along the line of his boxers, his head falling back slightly as your fingers dipped under the band, tugging them down to kiss around the base of his stiffening cock. you hummed at the sight of his dick slapping against his stomach, a twinge of pride in your chest at how easy it was for you to get him hard.

you helped him out his boxers, leaving him bare as you threw them across the room. you placed small pecks up his shaft, kissing his tip with a press of your tongue when you reached it. Chris' stomach tensed at the feeling, a small whimper leaving his throat as he locked eyes with you from your low position on his bed.

"I'm gonna make you feel all better, okay, Chris?" you said, your voice low and seductive as you began to pump his hard cock in your hand.

Chris nodded, his moodiness being replaced by an ere of desperation as you tore your gaze from his, looking down to his cock with a small smile just before licking a long stripe up the shaft.

a long, breathy moan left Chris' mouth, his head fully resting back into the pillow as you wrapped your lips around his tip, collecting the pre-cum on your tongue, using it as extra lubrication to push him down into your throat slowly.

you began bobbing your head, using one hand to pump him slightly as you worked his tip, lapping at it in your warm, hollow mouth. Chris was already a mess, his hand tangled in your hair as he moaned and groaned, his stomach tensing at the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him.

"you're so good to me, ma" he whimpered, "what did I do to deserve you?"

you took him all the way down your throat, locking eyes with him as you did, pushing him as far down as you could take it. the feeling of your throat constricting around his tip ripped a guttural moan from him, using your hair as a squeeze toy as you began to fuck your own throat with his cock.

"oh, fuck" he groaned, his grip still tight in your hair but letting you control the pace.

you began to bob your head up and down once more, bringing a soft hand to his constricting balls, cupping them in your palm and caressing them with gentle touches.

Chris couldn't control the noises that were leaving his throat, and it was making you feel crazy. you loved having him like his, pleasing him just how you knew he liked, making all his worries wash away with nothing but your gentle care and warm mouth. you set a steady pace, working his cock with your hollowed mouth and soft touches. you felt his balls tighten in your hand, listening to his murmured praises as they slipped from his mouth effortlessly.

"you're so good, baby, so good to me" he cooed, "you're gonna make me - gonna make me cum"

you hummed around his cock, keeping your steady pace for a moment just before picking it up, taking a brief pause to collect your spit, letting it drop down onto his tip before wrapping your mouth back around him.

"fuuuck" he drew out, his hips involuntarily bucking up into your mouth as he chased his high

"can I cum in y’mouth, please ma, let me cum in your perfect mouth" he wined, hips still bucking up into your throat as you locked eyes, nodding around his cock.

with a tight stomach and a loud, uncontrollable moan of your name, he unloaded his cum into your mouth, fucking his load into your throat as he stuttered and shivered at the feeling. you kept your mouth around him until you felt his balls relax, pushing your head down to his pelvis once more before pulling off him completely, swallowing his warm cum with a smile.

Chris returned your smile, shaking his head with a low groan at the sight of you happily swallowing his load, any semblence of a bad mood suddenly gone from his being. he held out a hand to you, welcoming you onto his chest. you complied, crawling back up to him before tucking yourself under his arm. Chris tutted, grabbing your face with a strong hand and making you kiss him. it was passionate and caring, his way of saying thank you.

you hummed into the kiss, only pulling away when Chris did.

"do you feel better?" you smiled, batting your lashes at him.

Chris nodded, "so much better, baby" he said, just before placing another short kiss on your upturned lips, “thankyou”

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guess who's back and better than ever

edit: “I can make you feel better” winner of the poll, out now

i've missed you all so very much, so what you guys wanna see first now i'm back (kind of)

okay love u BYE

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logging back on to remind you all that this is my boyfriend

okay love you bye

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i miss u merc

i miss u more. i'm not sure when i'm coming back, but i do miss u

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is there a part 2 to the chris likes girls who dont like him back fic bc that was sooo good

part two is gonna be a long friends to lovers angsty fluff fic 👹👹👹 the release date is tbd because i’m still being an academic weapon but it’s in the works

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Do you have an idea of when all i wanted will be realesed ?? i'm going crazy without it 😭 also i love ur writing wtf 🥹💞

so i’m still trying to sort out the plot for this one, the premise is essentially they have a falling out and it’s all angsty and then they make up. BUT i can’t for the life of me think of a reason they’d fall out? like they’re literally soulmates so if anyone has any ideas send them my way please and thankyouuuuuuuuu. also tysm come kiss me

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i miss u so bad come back soon pls

miss u so much more wth

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cherry cola

you ask for Matts assistance in dying your hair red

vibe check: fluff, established relationship, good vibes all round really

900 words

A/N: this is completely self indulgent bc i literally just dyed my hair red lmao (i wrote this like two months ago now lol)

love and cigs, merc

You were sat, cross legged on a stool in front of his bathroom counter, in nothing but your bra and a pair of his boxers. Matt was behind you, clad in only grey plaid pyjama bottoms.

You’d wanted to dye your hair red for so long, and after bringing it up to Matt only one time, he became obsessed with the idea.

That day, he went and got you an entire selection of shades of red to choose from, a decision he made after standing in front of the hair dye section at the beauty supply store for 45 minutes and having less than no clue what the fuck he was doing.

“this is gonna look so good, princess” Matt said, eyes trained on the way the red made your eyes glow, “you’re gonna look like a hex girl” His eyes lit up as the realisation hit him.

You giggled, rolling your eyes at his statement, “you’re ridiculous”

“maybe we should get you a red dress and some fangs” Matt said, ignoring your insult and allowing his mind to wonder

“I was thinking more Ariel over hex girl but, i’m down for a little role play” You smirked, looking at him through the reflection.

“Ariel is hot” Matt said, nodding slightly in agreement

You jokingly raised your brows and nodded back to him, earning a chuckle from Matt’s lips as a smile spread across your face.

Matt continued to work the dye into your hair, making sure to get every inch of it and trying his best not to get it on your skin. His concentration was adorable, and you couldn’t help but stare at him as he worked across your scalp with perfect, caring movements.

Matt was literally the perfect boyfriend. Anything you wanted to do, he supported you and paid for it. New nails? he’s got it. New piercing? he’ll come with you. New tattoo? he’ll get one too. everything you do is gold to him, and he wants nothing more than to be able to treat you like a princess, it is your nickname after all.

“i think you’re all set, beautiful” Matt said, doing a final scan of your head as he took off his gloves.

“thanks, Matty” you cheesed, craning your head backwards to look at him, pursing your lips.

Matt smiled and leaned down, pressing his lips against yours for a moment from his towering position over you.

You hummed into the kiss, and Matt pulled away with a smile, his hands coming to your shoulders as you returned to looking at him in the reflection.

He rubbed your shoulders softly, pressing his thumbs into your skin before leaning down once more and pressing a soft, open mouth kiss onto the curve of your neck.

you couldn’t help but smile.

about half and hour had passed, and after a nice warm shower and matts assistance in rinsing your hair out, you were once more sat in front of the mirror, watching as Matt blowdried your now red hair with intense concentration.

Almost immediately after you had started dating, he told you that 'you never needed to do anything ever again', meaning that every strenuous day to day task you did simply to exist as a person, Matt was now going to do for you. that included drying your hair. as much as it was for you, a part of you knew he loved it, he loved looking after you, feeling needed, so despite your huffing and puffing about 'being able to do it yourself', you always let him do things for you.

Your hair was shiny and soft, and Matt was captivated by the colour, drying your hair for just a bit longer than he needed to so he could keep his hands in it.

"all done" Matt said, turning off the dryer and placing it down on the counter with a boyish smile.

"ugh, I love it so much" you said with a squeal, faffing about with your parting in the mirror, leaning forward slightly and causing Matts baggy tee to slip down your bare shoulder.

"it looks so good, princess" Matt smiled, unable to take his eyes off you as you gawked at yourself like a cockatoo

you cheesed at Matt in the reflection, watching as he absent-mindedly licked his lips at the sight of you. Turning on the balls of your feet to face him, you caught his eye-line, blinking up at him like a cat.

"you like it?" you said, fishing for compliments.

Matt licked his lips once more, feeling his chest tighten slightly at the way you were looking at him, "mhm" he nodded, "I love it, red is definitely your colour"

Matt brought his hands to your face, squishing your cheeks slightly as he pressed parts of your soft hair against your skin with his palms.

you hummed in response, unable to control the smile on your face, "reds more your colour than mine, I think" you said.

Matt smirked, "good thing you're always by my side then, ain't it princess?"

"mhm" you nodded smugly, edging your face closer to his with a seductive smile.

Matt pulled your lips to his gently, pressing his soft, wet mouth against yours with a small hum. your hands found his wrists, pulling him into you deeper as you slipped your tongue into the kiss.

Matt chuckled into your mouth, shifting slightly as he deepened the kiss further. Smoothly pulling an arm from your face, not once breaking the kiss, he pressed you against the bathroom wall and pushed the bathroom door shut.

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currently thinking about hockeyplayer!matt and iceskater!reader practicing on the same ice, but she falls over badly and Matt hears her hurt whines over his team/ from the other side of the ice and drops everything, speed skating through everyone to get to her……

“you okay princess?” “Matt…” “shhh…don’t move…it’s okay…oh shit you’ve hit your head…everyone back up…. back the FUCK UP….its okay baby, i’m here, you’re okay”

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merc !!!!!! missing you big time

CAS!!!! ilysm wife the war will be over soon and ill be home from the trenches

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https://www.tumblr.com/sturnsdarling/769071020688785408/its-so-obvious

“me? b- bu- bu-but im - so- so- boring 🥹🥹”

thats how u sound btch

kick rocks <3