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she/her. bi. 20. chratt's living dead girl. blood red. horror/true crime junkie. dark romance books. halloween/fall. rainy days. smell of fresh cut grass. black cats. paranormal. cherries. tattoos/piercings. red roses. moon/stars. silver jewelry. cherry vanilla cola.
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Hey y'all! Would y'all be down for a threesome fic for My Tools of Temptation AU? It'll be Customer!Chris x Spice (Sex Store Worker!Reader) x Co-worker!Sugar (idk I thought since she's already nicknamed Spice it'd be cute y'know).
Yes, and make an intro post for Sugar
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DON'T CLICK, this is so I can see the results!!
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𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔢'𝔰 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔶
ℑ𝔫 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥.. Chris wants to try out pet play and he shows spice exactly how much of a good boy he can be.
𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Customer!Chris & "Spice" aka Sex Store Worker!Reader from the Tools of Temptation AU
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Don't Like It, Don't Read! MDNI, THIS IS NSFW/18+ CONTENT (Please Read RESPONSIBLY)!! fluff to smut, porn w plot, established relationship, no pnv, dom/sub dynamic, use of collar/leash, sub!puppy!chris, soft dom!reader, use of a sex toy (strap-on), smut, pet play (treating chris like a dog), mattress humping (chris), lowk degradation??, degradation kink??, praise kink, use of pet names (good boy, baby, good puppy, puppy, mama, mommy), doggy style position (m receiving), pegging (m receiving), restraint (handcuffs), mommy kink, use of lube, aftercare, anal penetration (m receiving), cum eating, oral (f receiving), clit stimulation, fingering, sub!munch!chris, hair pulling (m receiving), (slight) edging (m receiving), orgasm control/denial (m receiving), that's pretty much it, I think! lmk if I missed anything!!
you and chris have been talking about trying out pet play lately. it's been brought up a lot, but today you both decided to try it.
chris had been wanting to try it, ever since he came to see you at work when you were on break a few weeks ago.
you were sitting behind the counter, eating lunch. chris was looking around being an absolute menace. at one point he put a dildo in front of his crotch, flopping it around. when he got to the section of the store with collars and leashes tho.. he immediately picked one up, flipping it around and inspecting it.
he looked over at you and smirked, "you tryna make me your puppy mama" he said as he put it around his neck.
you go wide-eyed, almost choking on your bite. "CHRIS" you say, looking around as if someone is gonna see him.
he burst into giggles at your reaction, putting the collar back on the hook.
after that, you both didn't speak of it until you got home. you had a short conversation about it, but hadn't really acted on it yet.
today you and chris went to the sex store, you greeted your friend since she was on shift today.
you and chris walk to the section with collars and leashes, and chris immediately picks up a spiked one. "what do you think about this one mama" he asks.
you nod, "I love that one" you say as you grab it, putting it into the basket.
as you move to walk towards the check-out, you notice chris eyeing the dildos, but not just any dildo.. a strap-on.
he looks over at you with puppy dog eyes, and you think, yeah.. he's already got this down.
you roll your eyes with a smile, and grab his hand, walking over to the dildo section.
he beams at you as your drag him along.
you pick out the strap-on, then walk to the register with your items.
your co-worker perks up, when you walk up. "hey spice! hey chris! will this be all for you today" she says with a little giggle, as she scans the leash, collar, and strap-on.
you nod, "yes, thank you girl" you say with a chuckle.
chris though.. he's just standing there, flushed all the way to his ears, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks away.
you and your friend share a look, then giggle.
a while later, you arrive home.
chris eagerly gets out of the car after he kills the engine.
he jogs around, opens your door, then grabs the bags and bolts to the front door.
you get out, grab your purse, then close the door and walk towards the front door.
chris is bouncing on his heels as you unlock the door. the second the door is open, he immediately jogs upstairs to your room.
you just chuckle, shaking your head as you lock the door.
when you get to the room, he's already kneeling at the end of the bed, collar on holding the leash out to you.
you set your purse down on your desk, then walk over to him. "such a good puppy for mama, huh?" you say, gripping his chin with one hand as you take the leash with the other.
he leans into your touch, giving you puppy eyes, and you can almost picture his tail wagging.
you kiss his forehead, "why don't you show mama how much of a good boy you can be, huh?" you say, pulling his leash as you sit down on the edge of the bed.
he nods quickly and immediately starts by unzipping your boots, tossing them aside, then pushes your skirt up your thighs and pulls your panties down.
"such an eager puppy" you coo, running your fingers thru his hair. you lay back, putting your legs on his shoulders.
he immediately gets to work, kissing your thighs. he licks a stripe up your slit, then kitten licks your clit.
you tsk giving his hair a tug in warning. he whines, but starts sucking on your clit.
when you start to get wetter, he rubs his fingers thru your folds, then slowly pushes two fingers in.
you moan, "fuckk puppy, that's good" you say. he double his efforts, moaning into your pussy at the praise.
you notice movement and prop on his elbows to see he's humping the mattress.
but when he pumps his fingers faster, nudging your clit with his nose and gives you those puppy eyes thru his lashes, you let it slide.
it doesn't take long when he's going at the pace for you to get close, your grip in his hair tightening, hips bucking up.
he switches, tongue fucking your hole as his fingers rub your clit.
the change has you immediately cumming, "fucckkk, yesss" you moan, cumming on his tongue.
he slows down, helping you ride out your high as he laps up your juices.
you sit up as he's licking his fingers, "ready for your treat now puppy?" you ask him, pulling your skirt off.
he nods eagerly as you tug him up by his collar.
you stand up and take off your shirt."strip and get on all fours, ok puppy?" you say as you slide on the strap-on, then taking your bra off.
he nods and pulls starts with his shirt, then everything else, leaving him bare as he gets on all fours.
you kneel behind him on the bed and lean over to grab the lube from the nightstand drawer. "remember your safe word puppy?" you ask, stroking lube onto the dildo.
he nods, then gasps as you smack his ass. "y-yes mama, p-pineapple" he says.
you nod, "good puppy" you say, then squirt some lube onto his hole.
he reaches down to stroke himself and you tsk. you reach over, grabbing the red fuzzy handcuffs.
you put his hands behind his back, then fasten them on his wrists with a click.
"no touching yourself, mama's in control" you say, then start out by rubbing your fingertips around his hole.
you slowly push two fingers inside. he whines, clenching for a second.
you rub your thumb over his hip with your free hand. "mama's got you puppy, just relax" you say.
he relaxes, hole unclenching. you start thrusting your fingers, curling them towards his prostate.
he moans, hips rutting into the mattress.
"m-more mama, pleaseeee" he says.
you add another finger and keep going, getting him prepared. when he seems ready, you take your fingers out and he whines.
you rub your thumb over his hip again, then slowly push the dildo of the strap-on in.
you slowly push until your all the way in, waiting for his go-ahead.
he looks over his shoulder and nods. "p-pleaseeee, mama" he says.
you pull out slowly, then start setting a slow pace, making sure he's comfortable.
you reach around with your hand that's not on his hip, and start stroking him.
he moans loud, then buries his head in the pillow.
you tsk, move your hand from his hip and grab a handful of his hair, pulling his head up. "no puppy, keep your head up" you say.
you start snapping your hips a little faster and he reacts immediately moaning.
between the strokes of your hand and the faster pace your going, he doesn't stand a chance. "f-fucckkk mama, i'm close", he moans.
you slow your hips a little and remove your hand from his dick, wanting to prolong his orgasm.
he whines, trying to thrust back into you. "m-mamaaaa pleaseeee", he whines.
you keep at a slow pace, then start snapping your hips faster. "go ahead puppy, cum for me" you say.
he moans loud, hips rutting into the mattress. it doesn't take much time before he cums, ropes of cum spurting out of his dick onto the mattress.
he flops down onto the mattress, "th-thank you mama" he says.
you slowly pull out, then stand up and take off the strap-on.
"you did soo good baby, i'm so proud" you say as you lay on the bed and pull him into your chest.
he smiles, nuzzling his face into your boobs.
you kiss his temple, then run your fingers thru his hair.
"thank you mama, you're so good to me" he says, kissing the side of your left boob.
and as you lay there with chris laying on your chest, you can't help but think, yeah, we're definitely gonna have to do that more.
𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔰: @ariestrxsh
𝔄/𝔑: a few amazing writers on here inspired me to write a pet play fic for them, but one in particular is @starstuddedlove Alsoo I'm combining two ideas I had for them, pet play and pegging! Hope y'all enjoyed and as always plsplspls lmk if y'all have any reqs or asks about them or any of my AU's!!
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𝔛𝔒, ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱 💋
men who get embarrassed about their morning wood but can’t help but moan when you back yourself into it… they’re never shameful enough to push you away though, infact their tight grip on your waist only seems to beg you to come closer….
need a matt or chris fic about this i’m ngl
...I so could do this
DONT GET ME EXCITEDDDDDDDJD
shit I'll start writing rn, I'm gonna write matt but if you want chris might I suggest @courta13 maybe she'd be down to do something like that for chris
Girll, how did I just now see this! I'd be SOO down!! Should I, write a chris version? 🤭🫶🏻 Tysm for thinking of me girl! @starstuddedlove
I wanna see the chris version
Eeeeek okok! Lemme cook, I'll tag you! 🤭🫶🏻
men who get embarrassed about their morning wood but can’t help but moan when you back yourself into it… they’re never shameful enough to push you away though, infact their tight grip on your waist only seems to beg you to come closer….
need a matt or chris fic about this i’m ngl
...I so could do this
DONT GET ME EXCITEDDDDDDDJD
shit I'll start writing rn, I'm gonna write matt but if you want chris might I suggest @courta13 maybe she'd be down to do something like that for chris
Girll, how did I just now see this! I'd be SOO down!! Should I, write a chris version? 🤭🫶🏻 Tysm for thinking of me girl! @starstuddedlove
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𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡
ℑ𝔫 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥.. based off of this ask!
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Don't Like It, Don't Read! MDNI, THIS IS NSFW/18+ CONTENT (Please Read RESPONSIBLY)!! established relationship, bratty!sub!chris, sub/dom dynamic, spanking, use of paddle, needy!chris, brat tamer!dom!reader, use of pet names (mama, mommy, sweet boy, good boy), lowk degradation??, smut w plot, (slight) mean dom!reader, kissing, dirty talking, no pnv, praise kink, cussing, (slight) pain kink, mentions of safe word (pineapple), begging, cumming untouched (in boxers), humping thigh, that's pretty much it, I think! lmk if I missed anything!!
chris has been super needy all day. and I mean completely relentless, sending you naughty texts every hour. even going as far as coming to the sex store on your break.
and that's where you find yourself currently. he had just come into the sex store, the bell above the door jingling.
he walks in glances around for a second, then spots you and immediately makes a beeline in your direction.
your sitting there talking to your co-worker, taking a bite of your sandwich, when you feel arms wrapping around your waist.
you tense slightly, but relax as you turn your head and see it's chris.
"oh, hey baby" you say, smiling at him.
your co-worker just smiles, walking over to the counter.
"hey mama, did you get my messages?" he asks with a smirk, nuzzling into your neck.
you feel his smirk, and roll your eyes. "yeah but you shouldn't be sending me those messages while I'm at work baby" you say.
"why mama, I thought you liked my butt" he says teasingly, with a mock pout.
you send him a glare, "I do but while I'm at work isn't exactly the time for that baby" you say.
he gets an idea and smirks as he turns around and wiggles his butt towards you.
your co-worker notices and chuckles as she covers her mouth.
you let out a chuckle as well, "chris stop" you say, smiling despite yourself.
he just turns and looks at you over his shoulder, sticking his tongue out as he continues.
you laugh, shaking your head. when you send him a warning look, he immediately stops and mock pouts.
he stays around for a little longer till your break is over, then kisses you goodbye before he says he's going home.
you've been working for a little while now, even filming a few advice videos when it's slow.
towards the end of your shift as you're sitting behind the counter, waiting on another customer to come in or need assistance, an idea strikes you, and you think, he's definitely in for it when I get home, and I know just the thing.. you smirk at the thought.
hours later, your shift finally ended. when you get home, you unlock the door with a click, then step inside, locking it back.
you walk towards your bedroom and open the door. chris is laying on the bed, scrolling on his phone.
he looks up and rolls his eyes, "finally, took you long enough ma" he says, tossing his phone aside and standing up, walking over to you.
you set your bag down, put your phone on the nightstand, then plug the charger in.
he huffs when he realizes you're not paying him attention yet. "mamaaaa" he whines.
you turn around, "you've been a complete brat all day, sending those messages when you knew I was at work, coming to my job on break being a needy brat, you know better sweet boy" you say.
he rolls his eyes, "I just missed you mama, you've been working every day this week"
you suddenly realize he was acting this way because he's been missing you, you smile sympathetically. "aww, so you've just been missing mama, is that it?" you say, cupping his cheeks.
he leans into your touch, any traces of his previous brattiness, gone, "yes mama, I need you" he says.
"well I still gotta punish you for being a brat baby, you wanna see what mama brought home?" you ask.
he pouts a little, but his eyes light up and he nods.
you walk over to your bag, bending down to grab what you bought. as your bending down though, chris squeezes your butt.
when you turn around to look at him, he's blushing with a guilty smile. "Sorry mama" he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
you just smirk, shaking you head. you stand back up, holding up the paddle with a smirk.
he goes wide-eyed, eyes tracking you as you sit down on the edge of the bed.
you pat your lap, and he wastes no time immediately bending over your lap.
"what a sweet boy, eagerly taking your punishment like a good boy" you say as you pull his sweats down to his mid-thigh.
he looks over his shoulder, blushing at the praise. he wiggles his butt with a little smirk.
you snort, bring the paddle up, then swat his butt. "be a good boy and count for me" you say.
he whines, squirming a little. "o-one" he says.
you tsk, rubbing the spot you hit. "one what baby?" you ask, smiling.
he realizes his mistake "one m-mama" he says.
you nod, "good boy, just a few more m'kay baby" you say and bring the paddle up, then swatting him a little harder this time, testing.
he moans, back arching a little. "t-two, m-more mama pleaseeee" he says, squirming.
you swat him a few more times, each time you feel him getting a little harder against your thigh. by the last hit, you can feel him twitching against your thigh.
you rub his butt, noticing the red spots blooming. "you okay baby, mama didn't go to far right?" you ask, leaning over to look at his face.
he moans one last time, rutting against your thigh. that's when you feel a wet spot against your thigh.
you look down and notice the front of his boxers is soaked in cum. "I guess you enjoyed your punishment a little too much, huh baby"
he looks down embarrassed, "s-sorry m-mama, it just felt so good" he says, look up at you, giving you puppy dog eyes.
you just smile as you pull up his sweats, then tap his thigh indicating he can stand up.
he smiles as he stands up, cringes as he looks down at his pants and walks over to the nightstand grabbing sweats and boxers to change into.
"did you learn your lesson baby?" you ask, walking over to him.
he finishes pulling up his fresh sweats, then looks at you and nods. "y-yes mama, i'm sorry for being a brat today" he says.
you peck his lips, cupping his cheeks. "it's alright baby, but now I want you to show mommy just how sorry you are" you say, pulling him back towards the bed.
you sit on the edge, spreading your legs, and he immediately gets the message, kneeling down in front of you.
you lean back on your hands, watching him pull down your panties with a smirk.
as he looks up at you smirking, he realizes this night is far from over, and he'd be crazy to be mad about that.
𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔰: @ariestrxsh
𝔄/𝔑: Inspo is- This Post by @shessogone alsoo (slightly) inspired by this post by @aliaratawitchtrial hope y'all liked this and as always lmk if y'all have any reqs or asks for them or any of my AU's!! Anddd tysm again @inkedsturnioloss for being the absolute QUEEN of clever titles!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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𝔛𝔒, ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱 💋
the midnight man— matt sturniolo
part two ⭑ estes method
(part one)
(sam and colby x sturniolo triplets x reader)
⋆˙⟡ in which: the midnight man is after you. (ominous oooo)
a/n: again, i’m taking creative liberties so from here on out, it will not be like the yt video at all (except for some conversation, jokes, etc)! the estes method answers will be mainly unique, and more about reader, since the midnight man is after her because she dropped her candle and it went out. ty for understanding!
not proofread
cw: cursing, mentions of possession and religion, creepy shit.
“Are you fucking kidding me? No way. We are not continuing this. Y/n could be hurt, she could have a concussion.” Matt paced around the bathroom, candle in hand.
After you had fallen, Sam, Chris, and you had gone back upstairs. The camera had new batteries and was ready for further investigation— but after telling the others about your candle and your fall, Matt was pissed.
“I told you, Matt. I’m fine. It’ll be less safe if we don’t close the ritual properly.”
You were set on finishing this. You needed to know why the Midnight Man wanted you. Why you felt his presence and his pain before the candle ever went out.
Why it felt like you were connected.
Nick piped up. “Matt, if she’s telling you she’s okay, I believe her. If she was really worried, you know she would’ve stopped this by now. I’m surprised she even wants to continue. But if she’s okay, then what’s stopping us?”
“I don’t know, maybe the fact that she could get fucking possessed?” He threw his hands up incredulously.
“I probably already am,” You said, only half joking. Matt glared at you.
“I just don’t get why you won’t let her make her own decisions. You don’t control her, Matt. She’s an adult woman and 100% capable of making her own choices.”
“Oh, so now it’s a crime to care about my friend?”
“No you just— sometimes you don’t act like she’s your friend.” Chris said gently.
But it didn’t land that way.
“What the hell does that mean?” Matt’s eyes narrowed, the volume of his voice growing louder.
You interrupted before either of the other two triplets could respond— before things got uncomfortable. “Look, I vote we do what Sam and Colby have planned. The dual estes method. I have the rosary until I can get saged later.”
Matt groaned in frustration. “Fine. But you’re not going under.”
Before you could argue, Sam shouted. “Oh, fuck!” You jumped, and Matt caught your waist with his left hand.
“What? What?” Colby asked desperately.
“The mic just came detached from the camera. It’s never done that before.”
“You just gave me a fucking heart attack at the ripe age of twenty two.” Nick said, clutching his chest.
“Pussy.” Chris snickered. You glared at him and he shut up.
You looked down and realized Matt’s hand was on your waist— and his thumb was rubbing unconscious circles into your side. You quickly cleared your throat and stepped away from his reach. He pretended not to notice, but you could see the slight shift in his demeanor. Suddenly the room was much warmer.
But apparently it wasn’t just you that felt the rise in temperature, because Colby piped up. “It just got like really hot in here.”
“Yeah, the heat feels, like, intimate.” Nick joked. Everyone laughed heartily except you and Matt, whose chuckles were more weary. At that moment, you were sure Nick had seen Matt’s hand holding your waist seconds earlier.
“Could also be a sign that the Midnight Man is with us.” Sam suggested, which made you shiver despite the suffocating warmth. “We should get going with the dual estes method. We need to split up.”
You nodded. “Okay, Sam and Chris, we can go downstairs. Nick, Matt, and Colby, you stay up here.”
Matt began to protest but Chris cut him off with a sharp look that you couldn’t read. Maybe a “give her some goddamn space” stare. You hoped that’s what it was, because you couldn’t take any more of Matt’s worrying about you. You were already worrying about yourself enough for the both of you.
Minutes later Sam and Chris were set up in the old editing room against the wall. Chris had the noise-cancelling headphones and blindfold on, spirit box in hand.
You held the camera, across from the boys, recording them.
“Is anyone with us?” Sam asked. The classic first question. No answer.
“Is there someone here who would be willing to talk to us?” He tried again.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a shadow flash across the doorway. Judging from the look on Sam’s face, he saw it too.
Then Chris said, “Doorway.”
You gripped the camera tighter and stared at Sam. “There’s no way.”
“It could’ve just been the flickering from the candles,” Sam suggested, offering a debunked version of the event that just occurred.
“No.” Chris said.
“Ohhh-kay then!” You sang warily.
“Are you the Midnight Man?” Sam asked.
No response for a few minutes. And then:
“You wanna know?”
You shivered. “Yes. I do. Why are you after me?”
“Candle.” Chris responded. Sam’s eyes widened, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. Their answers had never been this clear before.
“Yeah, I know my candle went out. But that’s not why you want me is it? There’s something else.”
“You.” A pause.
And then: “Understand me.”
You were freaking out internally, but trying to stay calm, especially since your voice was on camera— and none of this was going to be cut out. “Are your intentions negative?”
“Perhaps.” Chris/The Midnight Man responded.
Sam gestured for you to hand him the camera, and you did, pulling out the rosary in your pocket. Whatever God was up there, you hoped it didn’t fail you now.
“You cannot attach to me. You may not touch me, you don’t have permission. I am protected. I do not claim your negative energy. You will stay away from me.” You felt a shiver up your spine, as if something was trying to touch you, but couldn’t.
“Boyfriend.” Chris said. You looked at Sam, brows furrowed. What the hell?
“What are you talking about? I don’t have a boyfriend.” How was that even remotely relevant?
“Middle of three.”
Huh?
Sam tilted his head at you, confused. You were equally as surprised as he was though, and you offered no answers.
“Take.” Chris said. You gripped at your leggings, palms sweating.
“Can’t save you.” Chris said, matter of factly. Your eyes widened in horror.
Suddenly, a REM pod near the staircase went off, and your heart dropped. Your brain went completely into overwhelm mode, and you began to freak out.
“No— no! Stay away. Get the fuck away from me.” You said hysterically. Sam noticed your rigid fear and put the camera down. He scooted over to you and put his hand on your shoulder, looking down on you comfortingly.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’ve got you, you’re safe. Want me to wake Chris up?”
You nodded desperately and put your head in your hands. Sam shook Chris lightly, who took off the headphones and blindfold. As soon as he saw you, he was reaching out to you.
“Oh my God, you’re shaking. What the hell happened?”
You and Sam explained the answers you had received from the Midnight Man. Chris looked terrified for you.
“Matt was right. This isn’t safe. We should get you to a fucking church right now.” Which was weird coming out of Chris’s mouth, because he wasn’t even religious.
“I’m fine.” You insisted. “Just a little thrown off.” Your face was numb. Your hands were shaking. You didn’t feel normal. But you didn’t tell them that. You couldn’t.
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ℑ𝔫 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥.. cherry and chris go shopping for snacks and movies, then have a horror movie date night in.
𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Stoner!Chris & "Cherry" aka Goth!Reader from the Up In Smoke AU
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cussing, pet names (babe, baby, ma), mentions of drug use, overall fluff, that's pretty much it, I think! lmk if I missed anything!!
you and chris decided to a chill night in tonight. the plan was simple go grab snacks, pick up a movie, then come home and chill on the couch together.
you were both at the store currently picking out some snacks, once everything was in the cart you made a beeline for the movie area.
you let out a squeal, alerting the attention of a few nearby customers who just chuckled at your excitement.
chris followed along with the cart, chuckling with a shake of his head as well.
you picked up the movie that was the source of your excitement, Insidious: The Red Door. you had been wanting to see this movie since it came out. you had watched all the other Insidious movies, so needless to say the anticipation was killing you.
you turned holding the movie up to chris, bouncing on your heels. "We have to get it babe" you say, excitedly.
he just nods, taking it out of your hands and putting it in the cart. "how about this ya pick one more, and we'll watch both back to back. how does that sound ma?" he says smiling with an eyebrow raised, knowing how happy you'll get.
you gasp, smiling as you pick one more movie. as you're both walking to the check-out you see a cute set of jack skellington pajamas, you immediately walk over and pick out yours and chris's size.
you turn around, holding them up for chris to see. he nods, and you toss them into the cart.
shortly after, you've both checked out, drove home, and now your currently changing into your matching pajamas.
as your standing there admiring how cute chris looks in the pajamas, he suddenly drags you in front of the mirror.
before you can say anything he wraps his arms around you from behind, holding up his phone. you smile as he snaps a picture.
you turn around and kiss him. he hums, kissing you back and slides his hands down to squeeze your ass.
you swat his hand, giggling. "i'm gonna go get the snacks prepared" you say, kissing his cheek then walking upstairs, towards the kitchen.
as he follows behind you he slaps your ass, running ahead giggling. you gasp at the sudden action, mock glaring at him as he runs off, but smiling at him anyway.
when you get to the kitchen, chris is putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave. you sneak up behind him and squeeze his ass.
he gasps as he pushes the popcorn button, slowly turning around with a mock glare, smirking.
you slowly back away, wide-eyed then giggling as you run to the other side of the counter.
he catches you from behind arms wrapping around your waist.
you squeal as he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder.
"that's what ya get, ma" he says, tapping your butt a few times, then throwing you onto the couch.
your burst into a fit of giggles, but they quickly die down when he moves to hover over you, propping on his forearms.
"stay here and look pretty, i'll bring the snacks ma" he says, then kisses your forehead, making an exaggerated MWAH sound.
you just nod, giggling as you sit up on the couch. chris has already put in the movie, so you just sit waiting as he gets the snacks.
you had offered to do it, but he insisted he do everything.
as your sitting there thinking about how lucky you are, he comes back in arms full of snacks.
he sets them on the coffee table, then puts the popcorn bowl in the spot where he'll sit and hands you the tube of skittles littles.
they've been a guilty pleasure for you lately, so anytime he goes to a store he picks up a tube for you.
he quickly walks back into the kitchen grabbing drinks, a pepsi for him, and a cherry cola for you.
he hands you your drink, grabs the popcorn bowl out of his spot, then sits down.
the first movie is halfway over, you're both high, full from munchies and chris subtly shifts closer as a scary scene comes up.
you chuckle, rubbing his back. "what's your deal babe, this is like child's play to me" you say, making a subtle horror joke.
he goes wide-eyed, "oh hell nah ma, don't bring up that creepy little fuck" he says, taking a sip of his pepsi to hide the fact he's kinda scared.
you just chuckle, snuggling into him.
he wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss on your head.
awhile later you're both midway into the second movie when you dose off.
chris chuckles as he looks down and sees you zonked out. he carefully shifts to grab the remote, making sure not to wake you.
as he pauses the movie he mumbles to himself, "the fact she was able to fall asleep during a horror movie is crazy to me".
he makes no moves to get up, not wanting to wake you, so he just places a kiss to your temple, grabs a blanket to put around you and falls asleep with your head on his shoulder shortly after.
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How come fluff or angst fics don’t do as well as smut? Like truly curious.
Makes me so sad cause I love writing/reading sad or cute things but if it doesn’t involve a dick then it just kinda gets pushed to the side…. Fluff and angst writers, I SEE YOU.
(Also love writing smut but come on I put my soul into fluff and angst too lol)
Mafia!Matt x Mafia!Dove
Don't blame me chapter 4
Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of blood and death, grief, mafia,
Dove had been in Matt's estate for exactly three hours and forty-two minutes.
Not that she was counting.
Okay, she was counting.
The place was enormous. Every hallway seemed to lead to another hallway. Every room looked like something out of a magazine. Dark wood, expensive furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking acres of land.
It was beautiful.
And intimidating as hell.
Dove stood in the guest room, staring at the last of her belongings she'd unpacked.
Some clothes
Her favorite sweater.
A framed photograph.
A necklace that had belonged to her mother.
That was all she'd brought.
The realization settled heavily in her chest.
This wasn't a visit.
She was hiding.
Living out of a guest room while trying to figure out who murdered her parents.
Years ago she'd had a home.
A family.
Now she had questions.
And grief.
Lots of fucking grief.
A knock sounded against the open guest room door.
She looked up.
Matt stood there.
Black dress shirt.
Sleeves rolled up.
One hand resting against the doorframe.
"You settled in?"
"As settled as someone can be when they're living in a mansion."
His mouth twitched.
"It's not a mansion."
Dove laughed.
"You're insane."
"It's an estate."
"It's a mansion."
"It's an estate."
"Its twice the size of my estate."
That earned the smallest smile.
Matt glanced toward her unpacked bag.
"You need anything?"
"I'm good."
He nodded.
"I'll be in my office."
"Working?"
"When am I not?"
Fair point.
Matt started walking away before pausing.
"If you need anything, come find me."
Dove crossed her arms.
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"What if I get lost?"
A rare amusement flashed across his face.
"Then definitely come find me."
She smiled despite herself.
Then he disappeared down the hallway.
---
After twenty minutes of staring at the walls, Dove decided she couldn't sit still anymore.
She wandered.
And wandered.
And wandered some more.
The estate seemed endless.
She found a sitting room.
A music room.
A balcony overlooking the property.
A dining room that could seat twenty people.
Who the hell needed a table that big?
Eventually she found herself standing in front of a pair of massive wooden doors.
One was slightly open.
The library.
"Oh my God."
The words escaped before she could stop them.
Shelves stretched from floor to ceiling.
Ladders.
Leather-bound books.
New books.
Old books.
Hundreds.
Maybe thousands.
It reminded her of the library in the beauty and the beast.
Without thinking she stepped inside.
The smell hit her immediately.
Paper.
Wood.
Coffee.
Comfort.
For the first time all day, she felt herself relax.
Maybe because books had always been her safe place.
Even after her parents died.
Especially after.
She wandered slowly through the shelves.
Running her fingers across spines.
Fantasy.
History.
Politics.
Business.
Psychology.
Everything.
Apparently Matt collected books like she did.
Which felt strangely personal.
Most people saw the blood.
The power.
The money.
They didn't imagine him spending evenings reading.
But here was proof.
A smile tugged at her lips.
Who are you, Matt?
Her attention landed on a title near the top shelf.
One she'd been looking for for months.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
Of course it was on the highest shelf imaginable.
Dove stretched upward.
Nothing.
She stood on her tiptoes.
Still nothing.
She reached again.
A little higher.
Almost—
A hand appeared beside hers.
Large.
Tanned.
Strong.
The book slid effortlessly from the shelf.
Dove froze.
Her heart nearly launched itself out of her chest.
Before she could react, the person behind her stepped closer.
Close enough that she caught the familiar scent of cedar and expensive cologne.
Matt.
Slowly she turned.
And suddenly there was almost no space between them.
The breath caught in her throat.
Blue eyes.
That was her first coherent thought.
She'd forgotten how blue they were.
The kind that had probably been the last thing plenty of men saw before they died.
Matt was looking down at her.
The book still in his hand.
Neither of them spoke.
Dove became painfully aware of everything.
How close he was.
How broad his shoulders were.
The warmth radiating from him.
The way her pulse had completely lost its mind.
For a second she thought he looked just as caught off guard as she felt.
Then his gaze dropped briefly to her lips.
Shit.
The realization hit like a truck.
Tension filled the space between them.
Thick.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
And neither of them moved.
A heartbeat.
Two.
Three.
Matt cleared his throat.
The sound seemed to break whatever had settled between them.
His jaw tightened slightly.
Then he held out the book.
"You looked like you were struggling."
Dove accepted it.
Trying very hard not to notice their fingers brushing.
"I had it handled."
"You absolutely did not."
She rolled her eyes.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The corner of his mouth lifted.
Just barely.
And somehow that was worse than if he'd smiled fully.
Because it felt rare.
Like something only a few people ever got to see.
---
They spent the next hour talking in the library.
Not about her parents.
Not about death.
Not about investigations.
Just talking.
Books.
Childhood memories.
Things they'd missed while growing up apart.
Dove learned Matt read constantly.
Matt learned Dove could spend an entire day inside a bookstore.
At one point she caught herself laughing.
A real laugh.
The kind she hadn't heard from herself in weeks.
Then guilt slammed into her immediately.
Her smile faded.
Matt noticed.
Of course he noticed.
Nothing seemed to escape him.
"You okay?"
Dove stared down at the book in her lap.
No.
Not even remotely.
Her parents were dead.
Someone had murdered them.
She still woke up expecting to hear her mother's voice.
She still reached for her phone wanting to call her father.
Every day felt like she was drowning.
It didn't matter how long ago they had died. She was convinced dove would always feel like this. Grief doesn't go away it just gets better.
But saying that out loud felt impossible.
So she nodded.
"I'm fine."
Matt didn't call her out on the lie.
Which somehow made it worse.
Because she knew he knew.
The silence stretched.
Then quietly he said,
"You don't have to pretend with me."
Dove swallowed.
Hard.
Her throat suddenly felt tight.
Matt looked away first.
Giving her an escape.
Giving her room to breathe.
A gentleman.
Always a gentleman.
Even with blood on his hands.
Even with bodies buried somewhere in his past.
The contradiction made her head spin.
How could someone be both?
How could someone be dangerous enough to make grown men terrified...
And kind enough to make sure she felt safe?
The answer scared her.
Because she was starting to care.
And caring got people hurt.
---
Later that evening Matt was called away for business.
Dove heard fragments while passing his office.
Raised voices.
Discussions about shipments.
Territory.
Money.
The kinds of conversations that reminded her exactly who he was.
A mafia boss.
A dangerous man.
A man capable of ordering deaths.
And yet when she walked past the office doorway, Matt looked up from his desk immediately.
His expression softened the second he saw her.
"You need something?"
The question came instantly.
As if whatever criminal empire he was running could wait.
Dove smiled.
"No."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"You got lost again."
"Maybe."
A rare laugh escaped him.
Low and warm.
God help her.
She liked that sound.
Far too much.
And as she walked away, heading back toward the guest room, one terrifying thought followed her the entire way.
For the first time since her parents died...
She felt safe.
But she wouldn't allow herself to feel that way for long. Feeling safe means being vulnerable. Dove learned early in life that in the world she lived in vulnerability would get her killed.
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pairing: ghost!reader x matt sturniolo
summary: matt talks with Sam and Colby about what to do
warnings: none
authors note: I'm sorry this is so short! I'm sorry I'm just going through some stuff but I wanted to put something out for yall! Thank you @keys-onthetable for editing this for me I love you so much and shout out to my irl friend for helping me come up with ideas, I don't know her tumblr url
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𝐼 𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒯𝐸𝒟 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𝒯𝒪 𝒦𝒩𝒪𝒲 - pt. 1
sumarry: matt can’t see any good at all, but sunshine sees the good in everything.
warnings: depression, thoughts, anxiety, loneliness, emotional distress
sunny was never late. if anything, she was usually early. she liked having time to settle down, organize her things, and prepare herself before classes started. that was why rushing through the crowded hallways of a brand-new school on her very first day felt like a complete disaster.
she hurried down the hallway, holding her bag tightly against her shoulder while trying not to trip over her own feet. her heart was beating fast from both running and nervousness.
first day. new school. new people. new everything.
after a quick meeting with the principal, she finally found the classroom she was looking for.
physics.
taking a deep breath, she straightened her sweater, fixed her skirt, and gently knocked on the door. “come in.” sunny pushed the door open. the classroom immediately fell silent.
the teacher stopped talking. every student turned to look at her. for a moment, sunny felt completely frozen. she offered a nervous smile.
her blonde hair rested neatly on her shoulders, her blue eyes quickly scanning the room while she tried not to panic. she looked confident on the outside, but inside she could already feel anxiety twisting in her stomach from all the attention.
“um…good morning, i—”
“you must be sunshine.” the teacher’s voice interrupted her. sunny blinked. “oh…yes. i’m sorry i’m late, i—”
“go sit down.” his serious tone made her stop immediately. “okay.” she nodded politely and smiled again before looking around the room.
there was only one empty seat left. all the way in the back. her heart sank. she hated sitting in the back. she always preferred sitting near the front where she could focus and hear everything clearly.
but she didn’t have much of a choice. carefully, she walked between the rows until she reached the empty desk. someone was already sitting beside it. a boy wearing a black hoodie. hood up. head lowered.
for a moment sunny wondered how he wasn’t getting in trouble for wearing it in class. but she quickly pushed the thought away. she never liked judging people she didn’t know. quietly, she sat down and then she smiled at him.
“i’m sunshine.” the boy slowly turned his head. his face was pale. tired. his dark eyes met hers for a brief second. then he simply looked away and turned back toward the front.
sunny blinked. but she didn’t take it personally. instead, she smiled to herself and opened her notebook.
the boy’s name was matt. most people didn’t know much about him and honestly, matt preferred it that way. he wasn’t the type to start conversations. he wasn’t the type to tell people what was happening inside his head. especially not now. he spent most of his days moving through life quietly. helping people when they needed something. being there when someone asked. listening when others talked.
because he knew what it felt like to need help and not know where to find it. but when it came to himself…he never asked. not out loud.
a few minutes later, matt felt gentle tap on his shoulder. he turned. sunny was smiling again. this time she looked slightly embarrassed.
“um…do you have a pen i could borrow?” her voice was soft and polite. matt looked down at his desk. he only had one. his only pen. without saying a word, he handed it to her.
sunny’s face immediately brightened. “thank you.” she smiled before returning to her notes. matt didn’t answer. he simply looked forward again.
he didn’t care that he couldn’t write anything now. it didn’t seem important. nothing really did.
a few moments later, he glanced toward sunny. she was carefully writing in a pink notebook. her handwriting looked neat and organized.
a few strands of blonde hair kept falling into her face while she focused on the teacher. every now and then she would tuck them behind her ear before continuing to write.
she listened carefully. completely focused. completely unaware that matt was watching her. there was something strange about her. something bright. something warm.
her floral perfume lingered faintly in the air around them. it was distracting. far more distracting than the lesson. matt looked away. yet somehow he found himself glancing back again.
and again.
and again.
eventually the bell rang. chairs scraped across the floor as students started packing their bags.
sunny carefully placed her books back inside her backpack. before leaving, she turned toward matt. she held out the pen.
“thank you.” he took it. sunny smiled one last time and then she left the classroom.and somehow the room felt a little emptier after she was gone.
later that afternoon, matt walked through the front door of the house. he barely made it inside before hearing laughter.
“chris, stop that!” aubrey was laughing uncontrollably while trying to push him away. chris only laughed harder. then he noticed matt. “look who’s finally home.” matt sighed immediately. “how was your day?” chris asked.
“leave me alone.”
“wow. somebody’s grumpy.”
aubrey giggled. matt grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen.
“seriously brother,” chris continued. “what happened today?” matt took a long drink. “people.”
“people?” chris asked and matt sighed. “people who act like life is just sun and flowers.” aubrey and chris exchanged a quick look.
then aubrey smiled slightly. “speaking of sun…” matt already looked annoyed. “there’s a new girl at school.” chris raised an eyebrow. “oh?”
“sunshine or something.” the second aubrey said her name, matt immediately rolled his eyes and looked away. aubrey noticed instantly.
“ohhhh.” chris looked at her in confusion. “what?” aubrey pointed toward the kitchen where matt was standing. “matt, you’ve already met her.” for a second chris stared blankly. then realization suddenly hit him.
“ohhhh.” a grin spread across his face. “new girl for matt.”
“shut up, both of you.” matt immediately grabbed his water bottle and headed toward the stairs. behind him, aubrey started laughing. “i think she seems nice.”
“you should talk to her.” said chris to aubrey. “maybe i will.”
meanwhile, matt closed his bedroom door and leaned against it. for some reason, he could still remember her smile.
across town, sunny sat beside her bedroom window. the evening sun painted the room with soft golden light. her diary rested open on her lap. she had been writing in it every day for almost two years.
every memory. every thought. every feeling. carefully preserved on paper.
she smiled while writing about her first day. the new school. the new classroom. the teachers. the students.
the strange boy in the black hoodie who barely said a word. she wrote that the day had been wonderful. she wrote that everything was fine. that she loved her new school. that she was excited for tomorrow.
but when she paused and reread the page, she frowned slightly. because the truth wasn’t quite that simple. the teacher had been annoyed with her. someone laughed when she spilled juice on herself at lunch. the boy beside her barely acknowledged her existence. and she had spent most of the day feeling nervous.
so why was she writing that everything was perfect?
was it really perfect?
or was she trying to convince herself that life was always supposed to be sunshine and flowers?
she didn’t know.
so she closed the diary and stared out the window instead.
in another room across the city, matt sat quietly beside his own window. the house was silent. the evening sky had already turned dark.
he stared outside for a long time. lost in thoughts he couldn’t explain. thoughts he never shared. for weeks he had felt trapped inside his own head.
exhausted.
alone.
unable to see anything ahead of him.
but today had felt different. not because anything important happened. not really.
for the first time in a long time, matt found himself wondering about tomorrow. wondering what would happen if he stayed. wondering if maybe there was still something left worth waiting for.
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CANDY SHOP: M.S. in which. . .emo!matt gives cherry a taste of a different type of candy (requested by @courta13)
warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), cherry is innocent, making out, dry humping, dirty talk, cum eating, humiliation, hints at food play->0.7k
you ran the flat of your tongue over your cherry lollipop, your third one of the day to be exact. you were over at matt's apartment, lounging on the couch with your feet in his lap as some shitty rom-com played on the TV.
Hiii I wanted to ask question 3:) what's your shoe size?
hehe, umm big feet run in my family.. size 9 lmaoo
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Oooh, ok ok! Soo my idea of a perfect date would legit be like stargazing on the bed of a truck while having a picnic! (I've given this A LOT of thought lol, and I'm a country girl at heart 🤣🤣)
nosy asks ⊹ ࣪ ˖
i saw a post about this nd i rlyy didn’t like the way the post looked so here u go !! comment if u don’t like to be tagged or if u prefer to be tagged (it’s not weird if someone who wasn’t tagged comments pls i’d like that!!) .. i love tag games ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
1. height
2. age
3. shoe size
4. do you smoke?
5. do you drink?
6. do you take drugs?
7. age you get mistaken for
8. has tattoos?
9. want tattoos?
10. has any piercings?
11. want any piercings?
12. best friend?
13. relationship status
14. biggest turn-on’s
15. biggest turn-off’s
16. favorite movie
17. i’ll love you if…
18. someone you miss
19. most traumatic experience
20. a fact about your personality
21. what i hate most about myself
22. what i love most about myself
23. what i want to do when i get older
24. my relationship with my sibling(s)
25. my relationship with my parent(s)
26. my idea of a perfect date
27. my biggest pet peeve
28. description of someone i fancy
29. description of the person i dislike the most
30. a reason i’ve lied to a friend
31. what i hate most about school/work
32. what my most recent text message says
33. what words upset me the most
34. what words make me feel the best about myself
35. what i find attractive in women
36. what i find attractive in men
37. where i would like to live
38. one of my insecurities
39. my childhood career choice
40. favorite ice cream flavor
41. who i wish i could be
42. where i want to be right now
43. the last thing i ate
44. random fact about anything
i know this is technically not a tag game but i want it to count (╥﹏╥) hii @kzttn @cringefail-loserfail @dollsmoon ….. i rly gotta get tapped into tumblr again gosh..
