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[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐔𝐩 — 𝐌.𝐒.

Synopsis: Bunny and Chris come home early, letting Doll and Matt know they need to shut the fuck up.

Warnings: Smut, p n v, soft dom Matt. Doll Reader x Matt. Bunny x Chris (combined AU with @muwapsturniolo)

With love and big tits, Rose

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“You’re gonna let me hear everything, hm?” Matt smiles against your lips, mumbling the words sloppily as he moves his mouth against yours with immense passion. 

Bunny and Chris were finally gone, out on a surprise date Chris had planned. Nick was off with his own friends too. The house was yours. And Matt was more than ready to take advantage of that. 

“Mhm,” you hum. 

Your hands curl in his hair, his lips starting to kiss down your neck. Matt sucks on the sensitive skin, letting his hands roam up and down your naked sides, hovering over you as you feel his sticky tip glide between your thighs – almost brushing against the heat between your legs. 

The way he touches you is intoxicating. It’s not rushed, but it’s excited. Slow movements somehow feeling desperate, his own moans vibrating against your skin as he glides his cock against your thigh for some sort of friction. 

“Doll, I – I wanna hear it all, okay? No holdin’ back,” he husks, lifting his head up to look you straight in the eyes. 

Biting on your lip, you nod up at him. You love how obsessed he is with hearing you moan for him – you love how passionate he is about pleasing you. 

Matt licks over his teeth, dipping his head into the crook of your neck as he lets out a shaky sigh, slowly pushing his cock into your sobbing pussy. 

“Fuckkkkkkk,” he seethes, pausing as he bottoms out, almost as if to stop himself from cumming right then and there. 

The sharp gasp that leaves your lips is hypnotizing. Matt finds himself slowly starting to pump his cock in and out of you, his pride floating as whines push through your mouth. 

He’s making you feel good. So good.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he rasps, grunting as he starts to push himself deeper and harder into you, “-lemme hear it – fuck – sound so pretty for me. So fuckin’ – mph,” he bites on his lips hard. His words and movements are already affecting you so much, your walls pulsating around his length as you feel the high start to build in your gut. 

Matt flexes his hips as far as they will go, keeping himself buried in you, grinding his cock inside while stimulating your clit. It’s all to make you feel good. And to stop himself from cumming too soon. 

“Doll, you – shit – keep suckin’ me in. So – so deep,”

Your moans get louder and louder. The creaking of the bed only seems to become more aggressive, the noise only amplifying the sensation of his hard length rutting into you over and over again. 

“Matt, Matt — oh!” 

A cry crumbles through your lips as he fucks himself right into your sweet spot. Your clit has become more sensitive, his grinding motions only feeding the swarm of warmth in your stomach as you clutch onto his biceps. 

Matt seethes as he feels your nails sink in. The whines and moans singing through your lips only encourage him, making his hips ram into you with lust and passion. 

“My – my girl,” he says, stuttering between thrusts. 

Your mouth drops open with raw sounds. You’re so lost in the moment – so lost in everything he’s giving you. 

And he’s the same. 

Matt is trying to hold off his release. He watches your face scrunch, biting hard on his lower lips as he feels himself edge impossibly close. 

Both of you are so distracted, so intertwined in the pure bliss, pleasure, and love. 

“-’m – c-close,” you stammer. 

And he can feel it. 

Matt’s chest and stomach clench hard as he feels your walls start to collapse even tighter around his cock. He’s completely drunk off of you, letting his instincts take over as he keeps gliding his hard length in and out of you, making sure to grind against your puffy clit. 

Squelches echoe. The sound of footsteps are almost nonexistent – until they come right towards the door, a pounding on the wood nearly drawing you out of your blissful state. 

“You horny fucks, keep it down!” Bunny exclaims. 

Your eyes go wide with shock. 

But – you’re so close. 

Matt looks down at you, keeping his motions precise and rhythmic. “Shhhhh, just – fuck, Doll. Focus on me, just me, okay? Thaaattt’s it – “ he sighs, cradling your head into the crook of his neck as he rides you through the intense high, his own cum starting to spill into you as he finally lets go. 

“-good job, sweetheart. Fuck,” he purrs, the feeling of your walls practically milking him consuming every single thought passing through his mind, “--so good, do-doin’ so good.” 

His movements come to a slow halt. 

Realization rushes through you, embarrassment making your face scrunch up as you hear another pounding on the door, a more aggressive bang accompanied by Chris’ voice, “Shut the fuck up. Bun and I don’t need to hear that shit. Jesus.” 

Matt rolls his eyes, falling limp on top of you as he starts to nuzzle his face between your breasts. 

“Chris,” he shouts, pulling you tighter as he tries to keep some of his temper under control, “-go away and get over it.”

You laugh as you hear Chris mumbling through the door;

“-get over it? Can you believe that shit, Bun? I mean, the kids are fuckin’ so damn loud…” 

[jamieannmason]

I ache for you every time I see you.

Good! I won't apologize. I assume this is a male identifying person? If that is the case, aching and throbbing are good. Show me how much you want me, and I will do the rest!👅🥰🥰

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

Hey yall

Gonna ask y'all for a favor and search through my #ask games tag to find some ask game stuff to send me cuz I am NOT rebloggin all that shit lol!

Thanks!!

[teddyberrii]

Asking for MD related doodle requests for my inbox pretty pretty pleaaaseeeeee pleasb pleasb I wanna doodle requests [check tags for ships I’m guaranteed to do]

[softpawpup]

goat regressor items !!

bells

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tippy tappy shoes

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[onlybeeewrites]

𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥

Welcome to OnlyBeeeWrites Masterlist. Here you can find all of my published works and series as well as characters I write for.

If you don’t see a fandom you’d like it is most likely because I just haven’t written anything for that fandom yet.

If you don’t see a character, reach out and submit a request or ask if I write for them!

𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝟶𝟼.𝟹.𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻 · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜:

Finnick Odair:

Echos

A Soothing Touch

I love you, I’m sorry (in the works)

Haymitch Abernathy:

Finding Magic

A Change of Plans 1 2

Not a Kid

Coriolanus Snow:

Angel Eyes

Sweet Lullaby

Second Thought

Used to be mine

Three’s a Crowd

Safe and Sound

Sejanus Plinth:

Until the Mockingjay Sings

Peeta Mellark: None yet

Katniss Everdeen: None yet

Lucy Gray: None yet

Johanna Mason: None yet

What are the Odds Series: 1 2

The Valley song Series: 1 2 3 4

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Whatever it Takes Series: 1 2 3

Xaden Riorson:

Shoulder to Cry on

Easy to Blame

Garrick Tavis: None yet

Bodhi Durran:

Out of Reach

Liam Miari: None yet

Aaric Graycastle:

Choose Me

Imogen Cardu: None yet

Violet Sorrengail: None yet

Rhiannon Mattis: None yet

Ridoc Gamlyn: None yet

Saywer Hennrick: None yet

Dain Aetos: None yet

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Mira Sorrengail: None yet

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The Dance of Ash and Steel Series: 1 2 3 4 5 6

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Feyre: None yet

Cassian: None yet

Azriel: None yet

Nesta: None yet

Elain: None yet

Lucien: None yet

Eris: None yet

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Anakin Skywalker

Nightmares

Miscellaneous:

A lost Jedi

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𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚗:

The Violinist series: 1 2

Benedict Bridgerton

A Toast

The Muse

Anthony Bridgerton: None yet

Colin Bridgerton: None yet

[mcytgallificated]

Life Series in your style- except I wrote the names in Gallifreyan.

[butcher-v4nity]

Not trying to sound freaky but I need anons going into my inbox and just giving me affection, I need to be praised I need someone to obsess over me

[projectmoonlightproductions]

FREE ART REQUESTS ARE OPEN(10 slots available)

I will draw any cookie run oc or legal ship for free!

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What I will NOT DO: gore, complex mechs, minor x adult or incest, nsfw, racism or political

ASK BOX IS OPEN

[juniperseph]

Y'know what D20 fandom

I'm opening D20/dropout drawing requests for free as a greeting from me to this lovely fandom. So feel free to hit up my inbox, reblog or reply to this with a character/cast member you want drawn! It can be as silly or serious as you want, it can be a whole drawing prompt. So yeah here's your chance if you want your favs drawn!

Sample of my art:

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The inbox is officially open for asks!

Go wild diner guests!

Find a comfortable place to sit and consider staying a while, get yourselves something to eat!

[bernardsbendystraws]

Fresh Air

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Check out my pinned post for more of my writing.

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

A/N: To be added to the taglist, send a request in my inbox or comment on the pinned post. I'm far more likely to see requests sent to my inbox.

With love and big tits, Rose.

10: Real Moans & Fake Dreams

wc: 1900+

This was it. I was finally gonna be completely done, no ties left. 

Hayden’s door was daunting, the wood feeling like a cold steel against my knuckles as I knocked and waited. I didn’t know how long I’d be waiting, I gave him no warning, but I knew I had to give him his stuff and I wanted my own back. 

Typically he’d be home around this time, anyhow. A Thursday evening was not his party night or a work infiltrated time either. I’m not surprised when I hear footsteps collapse towards the door. However, I am surprised when I see the same red hair. 

“Oh, I…”

I stop her from rambling, waving my hand to gesture. “Hey, I just…I wanna drop his shit off and pick whatever's mine up. I won’t be long.”

The girl backs up, allowing me space to maneuver in. Barren and quiet - except for some light music humming throughout the house, music Hayden would never play. It was music that I liked. 

“He’s not home,” she announces. 

A weight is lifted off my shoulders as I rummage through to his room, dropping the bag of his stuff on the bed before starting to rummage through the drawers. I hear her behind me, I feel her behind me. 

“Can I…ask you something?” 

Her soft tone makes my body feel stiff. I let myself turn to face her for a brief moment, nodding before entering the ensuite bathroom and gathering the various products that belonged to me. “Yeah, I guess.” 

The sight of the perfume I got myself lays on the countertop. I had saved up to buy it, only for Hayden to say he didn’t want me to use it since it was too strong. It made his nose itch. 

“Why are you dragging this out? Hayden really just wants this to be over and done with and the fact that you’re only now-,” 

Slamming the drawer shut, I scoff at her. The anger boils through my body, simmering down with a wave of realization - she doesn’t know. 

“I can’t believe this stupid motherfucker.” I whisper to myself, picking up the perfume only to notice it’s not as heavy. Was he using my fucking perfume? The one he didn’t even like?

I get side tracked as I stare into the bedroom, seeing the girl with her hands interlocked on her lap. She’s beautiful. Intimidatingly ethereal. No wonder he was tempted. 

“I’m Ivy, by the way.” 

Ivy. Her voice, her name, all of it sounded so pretty it felt like it had to be fake. 

“Well. Ivy, I’m not dragging shit out. I don’t know what he’s told you, but if you truly didn’t know, I’m sorry. I just - when I came over and first saw you is when we broke up. That was what? A week ago?” I ponder out loud, scratching my head with resentment as I analyze just how empty the bottle of perfume is. 

Was he spraying it just to piss me off? 

“What?” she says, looking at me with utter confusion, her eyes falling to the bottle in my hands. “He got that as a gift for me, he said you’re his crazy ex that won’t accept that he’s dumped you months ago-,”

“Months ago?” My eyes bulge with disbelief. I turn the bottle upside down, analyzing the glass for the chip. Sure enough, it’s there. I had dropped it when he kept screaming at me for even trying to use it. 

“This is mine, look,” I say, pointing to the chip. Ivy stands closer, her eyes furrowing. “I dropped it when I bought it months ago. We’ve been dating for three months, I - how long have you two been dating?” I ask. 

She shifts on her feet, the wooden floors creaking beneath us with an awkward silence. “Almost three months. I - I’m sorry, I,” she shakes her head, staring at the ground, laughing dryly. “Fuck, how could I be so stupid? All the signs were there, jesus…”

“You really didn’t know?” 

My question lingers in the air for a minute. Ivy swallows thickly, twiddling with her fingers before staring up at me with a sad smile. “If I knew he had another girlfriend I wouldn’t have made him an entire week's worth of lunches this morning.” 

Oh. 

She made him lunch. I usually made him dinner. 

“I mean,” she starts, her voice wobbling as she brings her hand up to her necklace, dwindling the charm in between her pointer and thumb, “-I wouldn’t have made a goddamn sex tape with him if I had known.” 

Her hand slaps over her mouth, distraught tears leaking down her face accompanied with a brown mascara streaks. “He watches it all the time, what am I supposed to do? I said I’d never do that and I did and now…now he just has it!” she panics. 

Sex tape. 

Her voice. 

The bathroom. 

The fucking video he was jerking off to while I made us dinner. It was her. I know it was her. Her voice sounded so perfect it felt fake. 

And the perfume. Hayden gave it to her. He didn’t have an issue with the scent, he had an issue with me leaving any trace behind. 

“I…” Running speechless, I place a hand on her shoulder sympathetically. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. 

Ivy sniffles, shrugging and shaking her head. “It’s not your fault and I - I don’t know. I’m sorry too, I really am.” 

This was fucked.

It was all fake. 

___

So many emotions and confusions had piled into one big mess. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to do. All I know is I ended up pushing buttons on my phone, sending a text before I could even rethink it. 

|  To Matt: Come over please.  |

I needed relief. Matt had never failed me. But I was starting to regret it as more time ticked past with no response. Maybe he would fail me. Maybe I couldn’t rely on anyone but myself. 

My worries are silenced by a sudden knock. I hesitantly walk towards the door, slightly started by the abrupt noise. Turning my hand on the knob, I swing it open just a crack, my face softening with realization as I see his face - Matt’s face. 

He’s always there.

Opening my door fully, I pull him inside. I hear him shuffle to take his shoes and coat off, mumbling through harsh breaths. He rushed here, that was apparent. 

That made me feel important. 

“-got here as fast as I could, what did you-,” 

As he stands up to face me, we both become speechless. It’s like we can feel the change, some sort of shift that’s made it all seem so much… closer. 

He’s never looked at me this way before. There’s a certain glint in his eyes that makes my mouth run dry, my hands clutching onto my sides as I stare up at him. 

“I, uh…just…” Matt stalks closer to me as I try to speak. My mind runs frigid with each inch of distance closing between us, his body heat radiating towards me with such a comforting relief, something I want more of.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, brushing some of my hair before cupping my shoulder and slightly massaging it. Has it always been this refreshing to be with him? I feel drunk, so light I could float away. 

I give him a simple nod, swallowing thickly. It feels like there’s a magnet in my chest, one that keeps pulling me closer to him. 

“Me either,” he says, his head tilting slightly to the side as he analyses my face. It’s so silent, yet I feel like someone is screaming. Alarm bells going off in my head that I just can’t quite place. Not when he looks at me like this. 

A slight gurgle from my stomach echoes. The tinge of heat on my cheek burns more, embarrassment flooding my system as Matt lets out a dry laugh. 

“C’mon, let’s go take care of you,” he says, offering his hand out as he slips back into his shoes. 

“Where are we going?” I quip. 

Matt shrugs, sparing me an innocent smile, “Don’t worry about it. Just get your shoes and I’ll take care of the rest.”

___

No lies were said. I didn’t have to worry about a single thing, not even the aux. Matt had taken us through my favorite drive through, stopping the car right in front of the beach. The beach that had a familiar set of cement stairs not too far away. 

It felt nostalgic, it felt nourishing. 

Shitty, greasing food and small conversation made the moon seem a little bit brighter. I rambled on about Ivy. Matt was astonished by the whole situation, especially because I didn’t even really seem that upset about it. Well, except for the perfume. 

“Does this…does this change things for us?” he asks, crumpling the trash and throwing it all into one bag. 

It was a valid question. Honestly, I had been wondering about the same ever since. 

“I don’t know.” I state, waves crashing onto the shore and the breeze being the only hum of noise. 

Peaceful, calm, and curious. The three words seem to create a beautiful yet dangerous atmosphere. 

“Thank you for the food. And coming over, I,” I look over to him, seeing him already staring at me with an unreadable expression written on his face. “-I really appreciate it.” 

I appreciate him. 

The words are tickling the edge of my tongue, stopped by uncertainty. Why couldn’t things just be simple? 

“Do you ever wonder what it would’ve been like if we met sooner?” he asks, turning his attention back towards the ocean in front of us. 

I can’t seem to hold back. “All the damn time.” I answer, not sparing another doubt before leaning my head onto his shoulder. It’s intimate, but it’s sad. A devastating reminicast feeling casting over us like a dark, dreary cloud. 

“Me too.” he repeats, dragging my legs over his own and starting to rub up and down my calves. “I’ve asked that question every single day. Especially at night, I…I always have these dreams, about you - about us. Sometimes I’ll wake up and think that I’m still living in my dream. But then, you’re not there, you’re…you’re never there. And it just hurts.” 

His voice cracks. I feel something inside of my chest splinter, a sharp sting of pain erupting as I curl myself closer to him. 

“It’s a bad habit, an obsessive one. I just…I know it should’ve been us and - and it still could be. Why can’t you see that?” 

The question seems to penetrate hard. My ears ring as I look at the sand blankly. “I’ve always said I’d never be a cheater. But…I became one. I feel like I don’t even know myself and I…I would rather lose you now than be crushed. I’ve never felt like this and it’s-” 

“When have I ever not been there for you? Can’t you see this is killing me? I tried to be just your friend. I realized I couldn’t, but - I still settled. I settled because being your friend was better than losing you completely,” he mutters, his hands clutching onto my legs as if I might just be a dream. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just so… lost. I need time and I,” I sit up, pushing my hair aggressively out of my face, “I don’t know what’s wrong and what’s right anymore. I just don’t wanna fuck things up more.” 

Matt sighs, turning to me with a certain softness in his eyes that makes me feel like I’m melting. 

“Why not?” His blunt words cut through the air with precision, my mind reeling over the sudden realization as he continues to speak with a quieter voice, “What do we have to lose?”

[jamieannmason]

💕 My favorite lingerie has always been a teddy. 💕 Do you approve? 💕

Oh yes, most definitely!!! This is gorgeous! I would absolutely wear this!!!🤩🤩

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

Hey guys!!

You guys mind if you can go over to my inbox to talk about anything that comes to mind with me, esp if it's about TF2 (and specifically my NG for it) and Chucky!

Any ask games I've reblogged in the past suffices as well!

Thank you all!!

[skmhlml]

Hello! I’m taking request again! My inbox’s legs are WIDE open! Come inside😫

[jamie-ann-mason]

If this is too forward of me, Miss Jamie, I apologize. But can you picture this? Me, you, a bottle of red wine, and a hot tub? And maybe, a nice campfire in the foreground?

No, not at all! An imaginative mind is wonderful!!!🔥 I can definitely picture this scene!!!

I love hot tubs and the campfire, definitely it would add to the vibe!!!😉🥰🥰

Oops, I forgot my bikini, I think I'll have to go without..😋