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princessbrunette · 1 year ago

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being the spoiled, ex prom queen, cheerleader, kook princess — who also happens to be rafe cameron’s toxic ex girlfriend.

you had to give credit where it was due. since you’d dumped rafe, he’d stepped his game up. you didn’t know how he did it, where he got all the money and the alleged gold, but you had to say, you were impressed. you knew he hoped you’d be watching his moves, knew it was most likely to impress you. turning up to one of his infamous tanny hill parties alone was a weak moment on your end, but you’d be damned if you were going to let him know that.

heads turn when you enter, not just because you were the infamous ex girlfriend, but because you looked good— and you wouldn’t have it any other way, stepping through the crowd confidently holding back a giggle at the sight of rafe boredly talking to a girl who looked like she’d taken a dip into your wardrobe. cute.

as soon as he sees you, he’s doing a double take — quickly pointing her in the direction of his friend and all but shooing her away, attempting to seem nonchalant all at the same time. you take your cue, walking over to him already holding an air of mischief, given away by the impish smile you wear.

“can i help you with something?” he drawls, but he can’t help the way the corner of his lips turn upward, or the way his eyes rake over your little outfit.

“mm, i don’t know. thought i’d swing by for old times sake, see what you were up to.” you sigh, eyes dragging down to his button up shirt, your hand reaching out to fiddle with a button. “this is cute.” you add on quietly.

“you think i don’t know that face? you want something so… out with it, please.” he blinks at you, going to remove your hand from him but he holds onto it.

“i can’t just say hi?” you bat your eyelashes with obvious faux innocence, tilting your head. “came here ‘cos i’m bored. play with me.” you step closer, not removing your doe eyes from him for a second as you invade his space. he sucks in a breath of self restraint, shifting on his feet.

“play with— that what you’re doin’ now? finally settin’ that pride aside for some dick, do i have that correct? you—you know i heard you were fucking on that maybank kid. so what… he not doin’ it for you? hm?” he stares down at you, eyes hanging low at the lust he was holding back.

“where’d you hear that? you keeping tabs on me rafey? that’s sweet.” you pur, smoothing his linen shirt down with your hands, manicured nails scratching him lightly through the fabric.

“people talk, alright?” he breaks his gaze, mainly to look around to see if any of his friends were watching him act like a total pussy whipped bitch over his ex.

“hmm. thought it was above you to listen to rumours. anyway, who said i want anything for myself? maybe i miss doing other things.” you defend, voice soft and velvety as a feather. to sell your point, your stand on your tiptoes, pulling him in closer to speak quietly into his ear. your glossed lips graze his jaw as you speak, leaving your pink mark on him. “c’mon daddy, just let me suck it a little. don’t you miss it?” you all but moan, and he licks his lips before his eyes flutter in irritated self control, nostrils flaring.

“you know it’s — it’s not fair to play with me like that. just… toying around with me when you’re bored. it’s sick, okay? you understand that?” he complains, pants tightening involuntarily.

you giggle, reaching behind him to the drinks table and plucking out a straw before dropping it into his drink and taking it out his hand, sucking the harsh liquid through the straw for a moment, “fine… you really want me to go… i’ll go.” you spin on your heel, taking one smug step before he winces at his own decisions, looking around and following you closely.

“shit, wait— okay?” he blurts and you freeze, slowly spinning back to him with a smile. he stares at you for a beat, lips parted in thought before he speaks. “are you… actually fucking jj maybank?”

you stare, thinking up a response before you look around. “does it matter? where’s your little girlfriend anyway?” there’s some victory for him, because he can hear the bitterness in your tone. he takes another step forward, lips pursed.

“shes not my girlfriend, a’ight? and — and yes it matters. okay? shit, seems like you’re keeping tabs on me. you know if you miss me you can just use your damn words.”

“miss you? my friend said she saw you sitting in your car alone blasting bryson tiller. you miss me.” you bite back a laugh and he closes the space between you until there was barely a gap between your bodies, the oldest cameron looming over you.

“gonna deny it, huh? saying… you don’t miss me?” he challenges and you widen your eyes up at him, switching the innocent act on once more.

“miss you? but you were so mean? how could i miss that? i do however, miss this.” your hand snakes down his stomach and cups his alarmingly hard bulge through his pants making him tense up, looking around before smacking your hand away.

“chill — yeah? we’re in public, i don’t know if you realised.”

“so let’s go somewhere more private.” you propose, staring him down. he knows if he does, it’ll only be you that gets what you want — but he can’t resist, pressing his lips together with a nod.

“fine, okay. shit… such a little brat, ‘know that?”

“mhm, you love it.” you grin, letting him lead you through the house to the bedroom upstairs.

#toxicex!reader #spoiledkookprincess!reader #rafe cameron prompt #exbf!rafe

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theyluvivi · 3 months ago

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★ = nsfw. ☆ = suggestive. ༊*·˚= fluff. ♡ = angst.

chris sturniolo

series.

extra help.

1. 2.

ur vibes are off.

1.☆ 2. 3. 4. ★ 5. ♡ 6. ♡

blurbs.

🍾 ☀️ . ★ client!chris x dealer!reader.

tugging. ★ sub!chris x dom!reader.

needy, needy boy. ★ sub!chris x dom!reader.

too high to care. ★ client!chris x dealer!reader.

look at me. ★ sub!chris x dom!reader.

no chill. ★ sugarbaby!chris x sugarmommy!reader.

bad doggy. ★ sub!chris x dom!reader.

crybaby. ༊*·˚ chris x reader.

p power. ★ personalassistant!chris x busyceo!reader.

halloween party. ★ dom!chris x sub!reader.

edging. ★ sub!chris x dom!reader.

aus.

dealer!reader x client!chris.

busyceo!reader x personalassistant!chris.

sugarmommy!reader x sugarbaby!chris.

matt sturniolo

series.

back to you.

1. ★

blurbs.

spoil your dinner. ★ dom!matt x sub!reader.

hours and hours. ★ sub!matt x dom!reader.

puppy? ★ sub!matt x dom!reader.

pretty little angel. ★ sub!matt x dom!reader.

riding. ★ sub!matt x dom!reader.

aus.

toxicex!reader x toxic!takenmatt.

naivegirlfriend!reader x toxictaken!matt.

piercershopowner!reader x plantshopowner!matt.

#dealer!reader #client!chris #toxictaken!matt #toxicex!reader #theyluviviₓₒ #busyceo!reader #personalassistant!chris #sugarmommy!reader #sugarbaby!chris

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muldermuse · 7 months ago

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I love toxic ex butcher but what about toxic ex reader? I'm imagining something like taste by sabrina carpenter...

I LOVE THIS!!!!!!

- sprays all of butchers shit with perfume whenever he leaves the room; isn’t even subtle about it

- sends him nudes, loves doing it when he’s on a date and butcher has warned you not to turn up or get in touch. pouts about it and sends him a picture of your fingers deep in your cunt❤️

- sends butcher videos of her fucking other guys and kissing girls at parties. sends it to prove to butcher that you’re over him and don’t care anymore. when you leave the party, you’re getting in a cab and going straight to butcher’s- pounding on the door until he begrudgingly lets you in, cuddling him so tight all night

- sneaks a key to his home and leaves panties lying around when you know he’s bringing someone home OR will fully just lie in his bed naked when he brings a date back, “are we having a third tonight, baby?” hehehehe she’s a MENANCE. the woman storms out, screaming at butcher and calling him the nastiest names you can think of

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sturnioz · 7 months ago

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꒰ STURNIOZ KINKTOBER '24 ꒱ !

you should’ve never listened when toxicex!matt promised you ‘just the tip’.

"don't give me that look," matt drawls, tilting his head with a smirk as he steps closer, invading your personal space, positioning himself between your parted legs on the bathroom counter. his ringed hands glide over your skin. "obviously called me in here for a reason — you.. you want somethin' from me, yeah?"

"i don't know what i'm doing," you whisper truthfully, shaking your head as you try to push back the confusion clouding your thoughts, pressing your palms against his chest in a futile attempt to create distance. "i don't know what i want. my head is just... all over the place."

"c'mon, don't be like that. you always do this — act like s'all complicated, but you know exactly what you want, baby..." his words wrap around you like thick fog, blurring the lines between desire and doubt. "you need me... gotta start admittin' that to yourself."

"i... i don't.." you stammer, struggling to get the words out, having an inner battle with yourself.

no, you don't need him. you don't want him at all. he's toxic. he's bad — bad for you. but even as you continuously tell yourself this, a familiar ache lingers in your chest — a part of you that does want him, that craves him.

you hate it. you hate how weak he makes you feel, how he can slip through the cracks of your resolve with just a few carefully chosen words. it's infuriating, knowing he holds so much power over you. you wish you could silence that part of yourself, the one that still craves him.

"even if you say you don't wanna be with me anymore, you need me," he repeats to you again, and you close your eyes, desperately trying to block out his words, but it's no use — especially as his hands resume their slow, deliberate massages along your thighs. "m'the only one that can give you your fix, right? that.. that's why you keep runnin' back to me."

you swallow thickly, grappling with your thoughts. "matt.."

"i know, sweetheart," matt coos, a mocking pout stretching across his lips, his expression exaggerated for effect. "let me give you want you need, 'kay? i'm helpin' you get your fix — nothin' more. just a friend helpin' out a friend."

"matt," you warn, speaking his name with an edge of desperation, fully aware that this is going to be nothing like he claims as his fingers graze beneath your dress.

"just the tip." he promises, his voice low and smooth. you know better than to trust him; every instinct screams at you to pull away and not fall back into his trap. yet, as his touch lingers, a part of you melts, betraying your better judgement.

you hate the smug look on matt's face when his fingers brush against the damp patch on the front of your panties, avoiding looking at him as his fingers hook around the flimsy garment, pulling it down your legs and baring your glistening folds to the cool air.

the sound of his metal belt being popped open has a shiver running down your spine, biting down on your cheek as matt settles himself between your thighs again, his lips curled into a smirk as he wets them.

"just.. just the tip." you remind him, and matt lets out a dismissive hum, nodding his head as he lines himself up before sinking the tip inside your warmth, breaching your entrance.

your mouth drops slightly, gripping the counter beneath you for support, savouring the initial stretch — but a gasp leaves your lips, eyes widening as you feel matt push in deeper.

"you promised." you whine despite spreading your legs apart further, your head falling back against the mirror as matt moves, withdrawing slowly only to thrust back into you, keeping his grip firm on your hips.

"i know," matt drawls as your walls flutter around his cock, making him crane his neck back with a guttural moan.

your own moans grow louder, more desperate as each snap of matt's hips drives him deeper within you, your body jolting with the force of his thrusts. tears build at the corners of your eyes as you raise your hips to meet his movements, feeling so wrong and disgusted with yourself for being weak.

you should stop.

you should tell him to stop and get out of here, save yourself, your dignity.

you should stop him from slipping back into your life — into your pants.

"harder," but you find yourself muttering instead, barely recognising your own voice as your trembling hands come up to touch his cheeks, feeling his stubble beneath your skin. "please, matt."

a smirk curls on his lips as he nods his head, his forehead resting against yours as his hips grip your waist. "told you... y'need me."

#꒰ STURNIOZ KINKTOBER '24 ꒱ !#©sturnioz #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #☆ toxicex!matt #☆ exgf!reader #꒰ toxicex!matt x exgf!reader prompt ꒱

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unknvhx · 3 months ago

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texts with ★ toxicex!matt. part two

part one

a/n: i know this is short, but i am going to make a small blurb about this so i wanted some context.

if you want to be tagged in any future posts related to this pairing, matt pieces, or any work in general, comment on my taglist post or dm me <3

credits: ↴

orange dividers: @rookthornesartistry

bow divider: @bernardsbendystraws

©unknvhx

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eph3merall · 9 months ago

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toxic!ex!matt hcs 🐇

toxicex!matt who... you still (begrudgingly) hang out with. it's a little inevitable that you'll see him, still being friends with his brothers and having the same friend group. even if some of your own girlfriends have tried to pry you away, chris or nick always drag you back to hangouts because they think you and matt are completely over eachother. (spoiler, you aren't.)

toxicex!matt who... was always a little weird in your guys' relationship. you never realized he had other girls' numbers saved to his phone, weren't ever aware of how he went to parties sometimes and just 'accidentally' hooked up with a pretty girl.

toxicex!matt who... always mumbles a 'hey, sweetheart' when you two see eachother in public or when you meet for a hangout. a smug smirk on his face and his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants, eyeing you up n down before he's eventually getting hit in the shoulder by nick or chris or a friend so that they can talk.

toxicex!matt who... is lowkey meaner than you would think. especially during sex, it's in a condescending type of way. mocking your moans, edging you, shaming you for being such a slut for his dick. he'd be high and slapping your thighs and pussy occasionally when eating you out, getting annoyed at the way you'd squirm.

toxicex!matt who... lowkey has a bunch of bad habits. also part of the reason why you broke up with him, it was so much to handle.

toxicex!matt who... had sweet moments with you too. neither of you guys would ever admit how much you missed eachother, and what you missed a lot were the cute and domestic moments that sometimes happened. letting him lay his head in your lap at a beach during sunset, having gathered a bundle of flowers to place in his hair while he mumbled some bullshit about this being 'stupid'.

toxicex!matt who... has accidentally called another girl your name before while he was fucking her. you never find out, and he never speaks of it.

toxicex!matt who... teases you even after the breakup. giggling and making jabs at you in public during an outing with friends, with an arm around your shoulder or waist as you push him away all annoyed. (he gets turned on by it tbh)

toxicex!matt who... sneaks a peak at your phone when you accidentally leave it open in his presence to find you changed his contact name to 'dont answer' (and yet you still answer him.)

toxicex!matt who... knows you're lowkey weak willed. it's why he's cornering you at a party one night, shaking his head at your mumbo jumbo about leaving you alone and getting over eachother because you two broke up ages ago. but he knows you cant resist the way his hands slide up your own, cupping your cheeks as he leans into your face to mumble a little 'shut up' while kissing you. and the night ends with you dumb and fucked out on his dick.

toxicex!matt who... still hasnt picked up nor returned the things belonging to you laying around in his room. a thick ass book on his shelf, one of your stuffed animals, a pair of your slippers, a few hair ties and hair clips, one of your brushes, some skincare shit still sitting on his bathroom sink.

toxicex!matt who... has girl after girl in his room after you guys break apart because he's sure you're just another girl and doesnt understand why he can't just forget about you after his two hookups with a pretty blonde and brunette.

toxicex!matt who... really, truly hasn't gotten over you. and you haven't gotten over him either.

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©eph3merall 2024

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goatgoesmbe · 3 months ago

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MAIN ARCHIVE

reader is usually fem unless specified

I'll try to not leave anything cliffhanging, though some may be open-ended.

🔥= spice ;3 🌸= floof >.< 💔= :(

TAGGED POSTS - TF141 - Ghost - Gaz - Soap - Price HEADCANONS - half-Indonesian Gaz

COD Blurbs and fics

141 x reader

They aren't stalking you🌸

GuardianAngel!Reader x dark141

Your memento🔥

Medic!reader🌸

Bluecollar!reader

Discord shenanigans

Oopsie🔥

His Mistress🔥

by the beach

The captain🔥

kisses&cigarettes

Price x reader

Exhusband🌸

Sugar daddy

Queen treatment💔🌸🔥

mommy kink🔥

Unrecognizable🌸

Soap x reader

ToxicEx!Soap prevents you from getting laid🔥

Woodchopper!reader, implied Stalker!Soap🔥

Dark!Soap

Gynecologist🔥

Gaz x reader

Princess treatment🌸

awkward!reader

college!AU

dacryphilia

misunderstanding🌸

plushie humping🔥

Ghost x reader

He likes to watch you sleep🌸

Interrogation🔥 + KonigxReader

His cruel lil angel

Bruises🌸

Brat🔥

You can't fix him💔

Konig x reader

Interrogation🔥 + GhostxReader

Guard dog🌸

Special massage🔥

tentacle porn + 141xreader

Others

Her sweet beloved chica🌸 - Valeria x reader

Echoes of you 💔 - Ghost x Soap

Thoughts...

141 x reader

Dad's bestfriends, ask1🔥

PolyAlpha141 x Omega!reader 💔🔥 + Valeria x reader

PolyAlpha141 x Omega!reader AU 💔🔥

IT!Reader🌸

Mommy's friends🌸

masked!reader

petite!reader

they want you + Konigxreader

loser!141 (kind of)

Price x reader

Captain reader🌸

Dark!Price

Househusband🌸

The sergeant's mom

Sugar daddy

Soap x reader

asexual m!reader

older!reader age gap

sex toys🔥

unexpected + Ghost x reader

not forgotten + Gaz x reader

moving on🔥

Gaz x reader

angel of death

too good for you💔

ever the photographer

stalker!gaz

Ghost x reader

Co-parenting Riley the dog🌸

Kill them with kindness🌸

Riley's instinct💔

Konig x reader

Father daughter 🌸

His anxiety🌸

actor!konig

Others

Soap talks about his ex (you) a lot - Ghoap x reader

The sergeants and yoga moms🌸 - GazSoap x reader

Newly widowed🔥- SoapGaz x reader

Arm candy - Horangi x reader

Sweet betrayal - GhostPrice x reader

sweet revenge - SoapGaz x reader

Househusband🌸 - Makarov x reader

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#mbe write #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod #cod x reader #x reader #masterlist

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motherofdogs1010 · 4 months ago

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Guys Not My Age I (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: They say sometimes older men are better when it comes to relationships, but Y/N finds that isn't always the case when she wakes up in bed with a certain younger man after breaking up with a certain Winter Soldier

Warning: 18+ only, age gap relationship, older woman/younger man!, everyone is over 18!, fratboy!Peter Parker, cheater!Bucky, computergenius!reader, hacker!reader, toxicex!Bucky, consensual sex, semi public sex, heavy smut, drinking, swearing, unprotected sex, eventual pregnancy

A/N: Re-write of 'Need to Know'

Series Masterlist

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Her head throbbed and pulsated as she begun to wake up.

The overall shittyness of a hangover taking over her body as the loud, blarming phone alarm rung hard in her ears as she groaned. She buried her face into the pillow as she felt movement coming from next to her, immediate confusion filling her mind as she heard, "Shit, sorry. Forgot that I had the stupid alarm on."

She recognized that voice even with it being laced with grogginess and sleep as she snapped open her eyes, wincing from the daylight that peeked over the curtains.

She was met with an unfamiliar room that looked like the standard college dorm: books and notes in an slight mess on the desk with a laptop hanging by it, posters on the walls and the distinct sound of boys laughing and footsteps coming down the halls.

Turning her head, her eyes widened as the memories of the previous night filled her as she resisted to gulp as she was met with the shirtless image of Peter fiddling with his phone.

The memories of the night before felt like a tidal wave washing over her as she remembered having gone out to drinks with the Avengers team to celebrate their latest takedown of yet another Hydra compound (she handled hacking into the tightly encrypted computers) and she knew Tony had partly also wanted to take her out to get her back out onto the dating scene.

She watched as Peter scratched his head for a moment, seemingly beginning to wake back up as she came to the realization of her naked body under the blanket and the realization of her memories being confirmed as she saw a glimpse of the scratches on Peter's back.

Sitting up as she tugged up the blanket, she wondered how the hell she was suppose to do a walk of shame out of her as Peter said, "anyway, want to get breakfast?"

"What?"

Peter tilted his head a little, "want to get breakfast? I thought since we were getting along so well..."

The ache between her legs from last night a reminder of how well they got along.

It wasn't like she didn't enjoy it or anything, but it was the realization that she had slept with someone nearly ten years younger than her.

"Peter, I'm-"

"I know. You're 30 and I'm 21, I don't care." Peter shrugged and she couldn't help but get distracted by his strong physique. "I told you I don't want a girl my age, I've wanted you."

It made her heart clench at statement.

"All I'm asking for is you take a chance", Peter pleaded, bringing their lips into a soft kiss.

It made her melt.

"Fine. One chance."

Peter grinned.

"But I refuse to be seen by a bunch of frat boys so you better make sure they clear out of here. I'm too old to be dealing with that."

"You're barely 30, no even that old."

Y/N downed the shot of tequila that Tony had passed her, laughing as she felt the burn in her throat and hearing Tony cheering. Say what you want about Tony, but he knew how to party as he had taken them to some nightclub that he bought for shits and giggles.

"Enjoying the burn", Tony teased, Y/N laughed.

"It's the tequila sweats that I hate", she said back.

Standing up from the little VIP booth Tony had rented for them all, Y/N scoped out her surroundings. She saw Nat dragging a bashful Steve to the dance floor, Steve was awkwardly moving around before he finally got the hang of it and began dancing with Nat. Y/N laughed as she watched Steve get down on the dance floor, she spotted Vision (who had his human form on) with Wanda near the bar as Wanda was getting another drink.

"Are you having fun?"

Y/N looked in the direction to see Peter standing there with a grin, Y/N smiled back at him.

"I wondered where you were", Y/N responded, "I always forget your 21."

"My baby face makes it that way", Peter joked.

Y/N had to admit, Peter Parker was a very attractive man, especially right now with his hair gelled back, a white button down that had the sleeves rolled up and dark slacks. Tony said Peter had changed a lot since high school, having managed to join a fraternity in his first year of college; she had only met Peter in the last year so hearing that he was anything but confident before was a little shocking since he walked around like a little mini Tony sometimes.

Peter moved a little closer to her as Tony announced that he was going to join Wanda at the bar.

Sam and Clint were missing, both men having taken some time off to go visit their families, especially for Sam since he wanted to be there for one of his nephew's birthdays.

Although, the person that everyone seemed to ignore that wasn't there was a certain Winter Soldier, but it seemed everyone was on the rocks with the man at the moment. But cheating and immediately bringing around the girl you cheated with will do that, won't it?

Of course that was the second main reason behind Tony bringing nearly all of them out to the club was because of her confiding in Tony about being ready to get back out there. She felt no issue confiding in Tony considering how close of friends they were, she was coming out in his upcoming wedding to Pepper in just a few months time.

"It's a cute baby face", Y/N teased, Peter chuckled.

"I'm glad you're having fun", Peter said, "you deserve it."

Y/N smiled as she tugged up the neckline of her red mini dress, the fabric clinging to her large breasts and hips. It was an off the shoulder dress that she chose just for the occasion with long sleeves and paired with some red bottoms that Nat was letting her borrow.

Y/N watched as Peter looked a bit indecisive as if he was second guessing himself before he blurted out, "Would you like to dance?"

"Don't you think you should be dancing with someone your own age?" she teased before Peter snaked a toned arm around her waist.

"Age is just a number, right?" Peter answered with a wink. "When it comes to two consenting adults, of course."

She wouldn't be an idiot to say she hadn't noticed the younger man's eyes roaming her figure. But she never thought much of it considering she had been in a relationship with Bucky, but that bridge was burned a lot time ago.

She was here to have fun, dance a little, drink... there was no harm in just a dance, right?

"Alright, Spiderboy", Y/N said, "show me what you got."

Wanna know what it's like (like) Baby, show me what it's like (like) I don't really got no type (type) I just wanna fuck all night

The sound of Doja Cat singing could be heard even in the women's restroom, the door locked in a rush as Peter pressed her harder into said door. Their tongues dancing across one another as she could taste the alcohol on his tongue, Y/N moaned as Peter slotted his knee between her legs, pressing against her wet cunt and beginning to rock her hips against him.

But Peter pulled his knee away and she whimpered, breaking the kiss for a moment before she felt one of his hands trail under her dress, finding her thong.

"You're soaked", Peter teased, she shuddered as Peter ran a finger down her slit. "I bet I could slid right in."

As if that was his cue, Peter slid a finger into her, Y/N let her head fall into Peter's chest as he slowly began to pump his finger in her.

"Don't tease", she moaned as she brought his face down to hers.

What's your size? (Size) Add, subtract, divide ('vide) Daddy don't throw no curves (curves) Hold up, I'm goin' wide (wide) We could just start at ten (ten) Then we can go to five (five) I don't play with my pen (pen) I mean what I write

She connected their lips again as Peter slid another finger into, fingering her harder now as he began to rub her clit in tight circles. Y/N cried out at the sensations as she rocked her hips in time with Peter's movements.

Peter began to trail kisses down her neck as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth falling open as pants escaped her mouth.

"Fuck you're beautiful", Peter said as he quickened his fingers. "Come on, Y/N, cum on me."

Y/N felt like she was in the Twilight Zone right now, but fuck it, she was enjoying it with the way Peter was fingering her. She could feel that tight knot building in her as Peter's fingers reached an area in her that made her nearly tear up in pleasure, his fingers practically massaging it as she began to tug on his hair as her toes began to curl.

"P-Peter", she panted, "gonna...cum..."

She saw Peter grin in satisfaction as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She felt breathless and fuzzy as Peter fingered her through it before she whimpered at the overstimulation, which Peter pulled his fingers out.

"Still think I should find someone my own age?" Peter teased, she narrowed her eyes as she panted.

Peter slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.

"I always knew you'd taste sweet", Peter said as she reached for his belt buckle.

Peter brought a hand up, squishing her cheeks together and forcing her lips into a pout; he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips as she successfully managed to get unzip Peter's slacks, slipping her hand inside to begin to tease the younger man in front of her.

"Now, you wanna be a tease?" Peter groaned as he began to move her to one of the many sinks in the bathroom.

I just can't help but be sexual (whoa) Tell me your schedule (yeah) I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will) I do what I can to get you off (I will)

Peter had gotten her on the sink, legs spread and her thong stuffed in one of his pockets as he began to rock into her. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt Peter hike up her leg on him higher, sending him into deeper territory and brushing up against her G-spot as he began to rub her clit in time with his rocking.

"P-Peter", she slurred, eyes beginning to water from pleasure.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so good", Peter whined as he gripped the sink below her.

His thrusts becoming rougher as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Might just fuck him with my makeup on (I will) Eat it like I need an apron on (yeah, ay) Eat it 'til I need to change my thong (yeah, ay) We could do it to your favorite song (yeah, ay)

Her makeup was ruined, she was sure of it from the amount of kissing, sweat and tears. Y/N shivered as Peter bite down on a part of her neck, making her clench around her even tighter and causing him to let out more groans of pleasure, his hips slapping into her even rougher.

The sound of skin slapping skin rung in bathroom, echoing off the walls as she brought Peter's face back to her own, smashing their lips together as she squealed when her second orgasm hit her, her legs shaking and back arching.

You're exciting, boy, come find me Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" Fuck that feeling both us fighting Could he try me? (Yeah) mmm, most likely

She had pushed Peter onto one of the toilets in the bathroom, his dick red and leaking when she had straddled him before sinking down onto him. Y/N shivered as she felt Peter stretching her out again and she knew she was going to be feeling him the next day as she moaned and threw her head back at the delicious stretch his cock gave her cunt again.

Peter gripped her hips before grabbing her ass and smacking it, she pulled her face towards his, connecting their lips as she begun to rock her hips.

Oh, wait, you a fan of the magic? Poof, pussy like an Alakazam (yeah) I heard from a friend of a friend That that dick was a ten out of ten

She could someone knocking on the door, but she could care less right with Peter buried so deep inside her as his hands that gripped her hips so tightly began to help rock her.

Baby, I need to know, mmm

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Sometimes Y/N wondered what Peter had been like before he went to Empire State and joined his fraternity, and in this moment as they sat across from one another at one of the on-campus cafes, she figured maybe this might have been it with how he fidgeted a little.

"Nervous?" she mused, "this was your idea."

"I can't be nervous on a date with a pretty girl?" Peter remarked and she chuckled.

"Not after last night." Peter grinned and ran a hand through his fluffy, chocolate brown hair. "Besides, this isn't a date. This is you trying to convince me why I should go on a date with you."

"Sorry, it's just... I've liked you for awhile, but I didn't say anything because-"

"Because of Bucky?"

Peter looked down sheepishly and Y/N reached over to grasp his hand.

"And then when you two broke up, I didn't think it would be right to tell you because of how everything went down."

"You're doing a lot better than he did", Y/N said. "I appreciate that you waited, Peter. That's really sweet of you."

Peter grinned a boyish grin that Y/N couldn't help, but replicate back at him.

She had agreed to a date with Peter.

In the back of her mind, she couldn't help but think of the thoughts that others might have with her being seen with Peter. She examined her face in the mirror, trying to see if she had any wrinkles, age-related blemishes and sighed.

"You look stressed." Slightly startled, Y/N turned around to find Nat standing the doorway of her room with a curious look on her face.

"Just a little."

"Where are you off to? Hot date tonight?" Nat asked with a grin.

"About that", Y/N trailed off, looking at her outfit.

A white, blue-floral printed dress that cinched at the waist and was off the shoulder adorned her body with her keeping her makeup clean and simple, and her face loose and away from her face.

"Who's the lucky person?"

"Peter."

Nat was silent for a moment as Y/N felt the pit of anxiety in her stomach at the thought of her friend's judgement before Nat said, "well damn, didn't think the kid had the balls to make a move."

"What?" Y/N asked as she went to grab a pair of platform sandals.

"Anyone would working sense could tell the kid was eyeing your ass all the time", Nat nonchalantly said with a shrug. "Don't tell you didn't notice?"

"I noticed", Y/N defended, slipping her feet into the shoes. "I just thought it was because he was young."

"I also take it that you were with him when you disappeared from the club?"

Y/N's eyes widened as she looked away before Nat let out a laugh.

"Damn, you have to tell me all the details when you get back", Nat teased. "But I'm glad you're getting back out there again."

"You don't think it's weird? With me being older than Peter?"

"If men in their sixties can date women young enough to be their daughters, why can't you go on a date with a younger guy?" Nat shrugged.

Y/N gave Nat a smile and sucked in a breath.

"So, how do I look?" Y/N asked, posing for a moment.

"Like Parker will most likely fuck the shit out of you."

"Perfect."

Peter texted her not too long after that he had arrived and in an air of her favorite perfume, she met him out in the living room of the compound.

A sense of satisfaction fell over her as she noticed Peter's eyes raking over her body as she took in his appearance. His hair slightly gelled away from his face, a white button down shirt and black slacks framed his body.

They were alone in the living room, a rare event since the space always had at least one person present but apparently not today.

"You look amazing", Peter complimented, stretching out his hand and grasping hers.

He gently pulled her towards him as his eyes hungrily stared into hers.

"Thank you", she said with a small smirk. "I thought you'd enjoy this. Never worn it before."

Lost in their own world, they never noticed a certain figure hanging around the corner, seething as he watched Peter met her lips in a soft kiss.

His metal hand clenching into a fist as he turned away, fuming at the sight before him.

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rowdydevs · 6 months ago

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ToxicEx!Rafe, who plays in the NHL and Popstar!Reader (<- Short and Sweet Tour) who performs in his city, and of course, he comes to the show. The reader has been rumored to be dating the captain of the opposing team he’ll play the next night, which he was already fuming about.

With how things ended between them, she couldn't help but stare up at the box seating the other guy was watching from as she showed the crowd the “new freaky position,” ruining Rafe’s whole night in a second. Now, he can only imagine the two of them doing that. He has the entire night to work himself up about it, too, studying her socials and his hoping to catch what hotel she's at because she won't answer.

Right before puck-drop she waves at the captain; the simple gesture’s enough for Rafe to go on a full-on rampage. At the same time, the reader sits against the glass; all smiles as she watches the man she’s only had a drink with once and her handsome asshole of an ex go back and forth, throwing jabs at each other from the penalty box, hearing bits and pieces of most of it but watching it all on the Jumbotron. Rafe gets thrown into the box five times, only to get ejected from the game, and it takes all but five minutes for her phone to start blowing up with Rafe begging to talk.

#my library ᝰ.ᐟ #rafe daydreams 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹#exbf!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ #hockey!rafe ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ #rafe #rafe smut #rafe cameron x reader

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c0llisiion · 7 months ago

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DAY 2 — HYUNJIN

★ npr, f!reader, hate sex , toxicex!hj , obsessive!hj , unprotected sex — lmk if i missed any!!; W/C: 859

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day2 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

[ for the visual learners:3 ]

“You really think you can waltz around wearing that little shit?” He slaps your ass hard, earning a loud cry from you. “Yo- you don’t control me anymore, hyunjin!” You mutter out as he pounds into your pussy. His hips at an inhumane pace, snapping against yours as he smooshed your face against your soft pillows. He slaps your ass once again. You yelped in pain. “Say that once again, whore. I want you to spill those exact words again from your slutty mouth.” He pulls your head back and hooks his finger to the inside of your cheek before continuing to ram into your fucked-out cunt. Your face was a mess, drool was all over, and your hair stuck to your forehead. Sweat ran down your body.

Hyunjin and you broke up almost a year ago, and this man was still obsessed with you. When you sense that he seemed like he moved on, he would hit you up again. You would suddenly get messages from him from out of nowhere, and he would send you the most disturbing and disgusting texts and then send, ‘This is all because of you.’ At the end. They never stopped. The amount of numbers you had to block him was insane. The more you blocked his new numbers, the more he would get.

You even thought of changing your phone to a completely new one, but being a broke college student with a barely paying job was not going to get you to a new phone whatsoever, so you resorted to just blocking his number every time he would send a text.

But today he was finally able to see you. After long months, he saw you. The woman he once loved and lost. Standing there at the entrance of the club in all her glory. His eyes immediately fell on your outfit. An immediate scowl formed on his face as he watched you strut into the club in a short miniskirt and plunging top that showed off your curves perfectly.

Thanks to that outfit, Hyunjin now had you whining and crying over his cock. You hated how controlling he was. He never let you do anything. Your hatred for him got even stronger as he dragged you away to a corner from the hot hunk you were dancing with. He started lecturing you about how you shouldn’t be wearing this and how you shouldn’t be dancing with other men, and you just stared at him in disbelief. “We are not fucking dating.” Those words set him off.

“You’re still mine, bitch. This pussy belongs to me.” You groaned and let him assault your pussy. You both were a sweating panting mess. Your mixed arousal stuck onto his pelvis and your thighs, making the entire session hot and messy. He grabbed your hair and pulled it back, leaning into your ears. He spoke in a gruff voice. “Say it. Say you’re mine. Say you belong to me.” The heat of his breath sent shivers down your spine, and the roughness in his voice made you wetter. His grip on your hips was tight, making sure bruises formed. You shook your head, glancing at him to catch his reaction to your denial. Hyunjin stopped and pulled out of you. You audibly whined at the loss of his cock, and before you could turn around and see why he pulled out, you were quickly turned to your back. He grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulder before entering you in a hard and deep thrust, making your back arch and your thighs tremble. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head before harshly grabbing your jaw and making you look at him. “What the fuck did you say?” You trembled and whined at his authoritative tone. He slapped your cheek. “speak up bitch.” Tears started brimming in your eyes as you reluctantly nodded and agreed. His hips thrust in so hard, his cock hit your cervix at each thrust. “Y-yours hyun.. hyunji-jin… im yours…” a satisfied smirk appeared on his face before he leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on your forehead, a short moment of vulnerability. “Good fucking girl.” He said roughly before fucking into your pussy with great force. The way his dick penetrated your warm, gummy walls had you seeing stars. “My pussy. Mine. Mine. Mine.” he said as he kissed you all over. You laid there and gazed down at the point where you and him connected, seeing a frothy mixture of your arousal buildup. You moaned at the sight, and hyunjin smirked. “Liked that shit, baby? Yeah … i know you do…” he lifted himself and held your thighs together. You could feel his cock twitch in you, signaling he was close. “hyunjin… in me please…” you pleaded. Hyunjin looked over at you and smirked darkly, “anything for my princess…” he said with a hint of possessiveness. “Gonna make you pregnant, mama…. Gonna make you round and full… you’re going to grow my child, and my child only got it?” You nodded and moaned softly.

At this point, you weren’t against that idea.

A/N: HII! DAY2 IS OUT! Hope yall liked it! Tysm for readinggggg <3

Tags~ @cassies-cookies @minghaosimp @unlikelysublimekryptonite @mamnaimiefrankie @marcoswhore @theyadorevalerie @applejackthebest515

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nemesyaaa · 8 months ago

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TYSM FOR THIS WHOLE SERIES, FOR MAKING A SERIE ON EVERY OBX CHARACTERS. I TRULY APPRECIATED IT. I CAN'T NEVER BE TIRED OF THE WAY YOU WRITE FOR RAFE, POPE, JOHN B AND JJ. TYSM !! WE'RE BLESSED AND GRATEFUL. THAT WAS AMAZING 🫶🏿🫶🏿 EXPLORING ALL THAT DYNAMICS WITH SC PROMPT SONGS IT'S SUCH A CRAZY IDEAS :))

“psh, yes.” he’d shrugged, pulling away to not only avoid eye contact but to focus on that fidgety hook that just wouldn’t unclasp. KDKZKDKE WHY ARE YOU LYIING BRO ?? YOU'RE SO WHIPPED

“no, i have not.” he admits, a little too gleefully with a grin as he closes back in to kiss you once more. HE'S SUCH A LOSER I CAN'T 😭😭😭 BUT I LOVE HIM SM. PATHETIC JOHN B IS SO DEAR TO ME

“if you ever stop loving me i’ll kill you.” THIS IS ME FOR REAL. YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME MAN

“noted…” he presses his lips together in a awkward yet polite smile like he truly believed you might. “does that mean we’re… back togeth—” I'M SO IN LOVE WITH HIM YOUR HONOR

you flop back down, this time on his chest — making yourself comfy. you knew you’d have to move in a minute, clean up and see yourself out, but you could enjoy this while it lasts. you didn’t need him… not really, not… all the time. you were sure you could find someone to do the job just as well, make you cry just as hard — but for now he’d have to do. you’d gone too long without begging him to be a boyfriend, why throw away all that pride now? KDKZKDKEKE THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL ✨✨

i know it's short but this is perfect like that !

⊹ ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭ ♡ … DON’T SMILE ♡

track twelve of the short n’sweet series. pairing: toxicex!johnb x reader. based loosely on the song don’t smile by sabrina carpenter. this is the final drabble of the series! i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i did writing! ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

there you were again. lying next to your ex boyfriend john booker routledge in the nude, having succumbed once more to seeing him. you said it was the last time. this had to be the last time.

you’d practically dragged him through his house to the chateau when you’d arrived, only having dropped him a warning text of ‘i’m coming over’ ten minutes prior. you didn’t care to alert him any sooner, john b had no life outside of tormenting you and treasure hunting — what the fuck else would he be doing?

“have you been with anyone but me since we broke up?” you gasp between kisses as he had unhooked your bra.

“psh, yes.” he’d shrugged, pulling away to not only avoid eye contact but to focus on that fidgety hook that just wouldn’t unclasp.

“no you haven’t.”

“no, i have not.” he admits, a little too gleefully with a grin as he closes back in to kiss you once more.

that moment swirls around in your head as you lay on his bicep, still able to feel his release leaking from you. thank god for birth control, or else you’d have been knocked up by now.

john b watches the ceiling fan continue to spin overhead, barely blinking as he thinks of what to say. you break the silence first, rolling over to loom down on him.

“if you ever stop loving me i’ll kill you.”

“noted…” he presses his lips together in a awkward yet polite smile like he truly believed you might. “does that mean we’re… back togeth—”

“nope.”

#my perfect john b #toxicex!johnb #john b prompt #loser!john b is so special to me #john b x reader #john b x fem!reader #john b x you

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theyluvivi · 2 months ago

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★ = nsfw. ☆ = suggestive. ♥︎= fluff. ♡ = angst.

TOXICTAKEN!MATT.

DEALER!MATT.

PLANTSHOPOWNER!MATT.

BUNNY!MATT.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

vivi's inbox!

rewarding sub!matt.★

brat tamer reader with sub!matt. ★

#theyluviviₓₒ #toxictaken!matt #plantshopowner!matt #naivegirlfriend!reader #toxicex!reader #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets

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muldermuse · 5 months ago

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ok but getting pregnant with ex!Butcher's baby and him getting all happy for baby trapping you

+this req: obsessed with the idea of toxic!exboyfriend!butcher knocking you up so you can’t leave him

everytime you’ve gone to take your contraceptive, he’s purposefully distracted you. he’s wormed his way back into your life, he’s been staying at yours for well over two weeks now. he fucks you raw, slamming his cock so deep in you that there’s no chance his cum can slip out

he only cums in you, even when you get on your knees for him- he’s begging to fuck you and he makes you feel so good that you never say no

he’s delighted when you hand him 4 positive pregnancy takes a month or so later. he holds your trembling hand, pressing kisses to your head and telling you, with certainty, that you’re going to be the happiest little family

“s’us forever baby- me, you and the little us. ‘m gonna take care of us”

you cry when you see tears in his eyes, you think it’s because he’s happy and of course he is- he’s happy that you belong to him forever now

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sturnioz · 26 days ago

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it doesn't matter if exgf!reader is on a date, toxicex!matt will always be there to crash it.

being on your first date in a long while makes you feel nervous.

you're trying your best to pay attention—to listen intently, to engage in conversation, to nod along and smile when it's appropriate—but your hands keep clamming up and your stomach swirls uncomfortably, leaving you a fidgeting mess in your seat.

you really like this guy, you do. he's sweet and caring, he's interested in getting to know you, he's even bought you flowers. in fairness, they weren't your favourite, but it's the thought that counts.

but you feel awful every time when the guy looks down at his plate to scoop up some food on his fork, your gaze flits over his shoulder, seeing matt sit at the bar, his eyes locked on you—a smirk on his lips and a drink in hand.

he arrived five minutes after you and your date settled down at your table, and he hasn't looked away from you since. he's been watching you, rolling his eyes and shaking his head with a smile whenever your date reaches over to caress your hand mid conversation or thumb at the corner of your lips after you've eaten, careful not to ruin your lipstick.

you feel foolish for thinking that would be it, just some staring and snide facial expressions, but no. that'll never be just it.

you continue to try and focus on your date, on his warm smile and kind eyes, but the weight off matt's presence becomes suffocating, and you can't shake the feeling that he's waiting for just the right moment to strike.

and then, it happens.

as your date leans forward, telling you something about his family life, you hear the scrape of a barstool against the floor, and your stomach drops—already smelling the familiar scent of matt's cologne.

"well... didn't think i'd be seein' you here, angel."

his voice cuts through the air, mocking, with just the subtle hint of laughter bubbling beneath the surface. you freeze, and your date blinks, caught off guard, his smile faltering as he glances up at matt now standing at the edge of your table.

you don't need to look at matt to know what he's doing—that smug grin that makes goosebumps rise to your skin, the way he oh so casually leans an arm on the back of your chair, invading your space like he owns it... like he owns you.

"who's this...?" you date asks politely, though his confusion is clear.

matt doesn't answer right away, in fact, he seems to be waiting for you to answer for him—to spill the truth on your relationship, but you can't.

"i'm matt," he decides to extend a hand out, but the gesture feels more like a taunt than an introduction. "i'm a, uh, close friend of hers."

your chest tightens, and you feel the warmth rise to your cheeks. you wish, more than anything, to snap out of the paralysis gripping you—to say something—but the words stick in your throat like glue.

matt doesn't miss a beat as he shifts his attention to you though, gripping the back of your chair. "right, angel?"

your date frowns, his eyes darting to you for clarification, but matt doesn't give you a chance to find your voice.

"what? haven't told him about me?" matt pushes, clicking his tongue against his teeth with a shake of his head. "c'mon... tell him all the fun stuff, angel. tell him how well i know you."

your date looks just as uncomfortable as you do now, his jaw tightening as he glances between you and matt. "how exactly do you two know each other?"

matt lets out a low laugh, shaking his head again as if the question itself amuses him. "oh, we go waaay back, don't we?" his voice dips lower, the faux affection in his tone making you tense up. "y'know i saw her last weekend? yeah.. only saw her from behind, though. had her face down in her b—"

your stomach churns as you shoot up from your chair, the legs scraping against the flooring as you grab matt's arm, too humiliated to give your date an apologetic look as you scurry toward the exit with matt in tow, dragging him like your life depended on it.

the cool night air stings your cheeks as you shove the restaurant door open, refusing to meet the eyes of other diners as they stare at you both in surprise and curiosity. your heart pounds in your chest, your breaths coming out in short pants as you finally reach the parking lot.

"a-are you—why would you—how—" your voice cracks as fresh tears blur your vision, releasing his arm to push him back with a shaky shove. "wha-what the hell is wrong with you? can't you just.. just leave me alone?"

matt just stands there, brushing off his sleeve as if your outburst is nothing more than an inconvenience. his smirk is still there, amused, like he's finding this situation hilarious.

"leave you alone?" he repeats, his tone laced with mock hurt. "c'mon, angel... don't act like that..."

your shake your head, wiping furiously at the tears streaming down your cheeks. "you don't get to do this. you can't keep doing this, you can't—"

matt steps closer, his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks with a gentleness that feels all so wrong. his thumbs brush away your tears, and despite your humiliation and anger, your melt under his touch—like you always do.

"shhh," he coos softly, soothing in a way that makes your stomach twist. "look so fuckin' pretty when you cry..."

"matt—"

"you're too sensitive, y'know?" he cuts you off, his grip tightening on your chin to force your head up to meet his gaze. "i was just lettin' your date know the truth, yeah? lettin' him know he can't play with what's mine."

"m'not yours," you manage to choke out, though your voice is barely above a whisper.

matt's smile widens, and he lets out a low chuckle, scrunching his nose up like you've just said something adorable. "oh, angel... you can tell yourself that all you want, but we know s'not true. you're mine. you've always been mine, and no one is gonna change that."

you feel a fresh wave of tears spilling over, but matt doesn't let go. he strokes your cheeks, his touch almost tender as he shushes you again.

"s'okay, baby," he whispers, bringing you into his chest, patting your hair condescendingly. "i know you think you're mad at me, but in reality, you're just mad because y'know i'm right. that guy back there? your date? he doesn't get you like i do, yeah? doesn't even know how to handle you."

you shake your head again, but it's weak—half-hearted. you despise how his words wrap around you so easily, how they dig into your weak points he knows so abundantly well.

"you.. you don't know anything," you sniffle, though even you don't believe it.

matt pulls back from the hug, tilting his head, studying you. "i know everything about you, and you know it too. s'why you dragged me out here, right? 'cos no matter how much you constantly tell yourself that you've moved on, you'll always come back to me."

his words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you can't breathe. you want to scream at him, to tell him he's so wrong, but the words won't come out—not when there's a part of you that fully believes his words. instead, you just stand there, trembling in his grasp as he pulls you back in to press a kiss to your forehead.

"there's my girl," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. "m'gonna take you home, hm? with me. exactly what you need. i got you, angel. i got you."

divider credits. @/sisterlucifergraphics

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