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in which. . .

⌗ matt loves seeing you all pretty + precious, on your knees for him before giving him head

this will include. . .

⌗ smut, softdom!matt x sub!reader, porn w no plot, use of pet names good girl+sweet girl, praise, slight cum eating, m!receiving oral

⟶ lowercase intended

you sit back on your feet on the floor as you peer up at matt , wide eyed and eager through your lashes. his thighs are by either side of your head, he’s sat back against the couch pillows manspreading. he looks down at you in front of him so obedient, so precious and pretty.

“god… y’always look so pretty like this” he rasps as he brings one hand to rest in your hair on one side of your head, his grip gentle despite his big hands.

a faint blush dusts across your cheeks at the praise and you shyly drop your gaze from him for a second, your eyelashes fluttering softly in the prettiest way.

“thank you” you respond, your tone soft and gentle.

matt removes his hand from your hair before patting his inner thigh, gesturing for you to rest your head there.

you lean into him almost immediately, nuzzling one side of your face against his inner thigh, much like a cat would nuzzle into their owner. and with his crotch only so far from your face, you can’t help but let your gaze wander to the tent in his sweatpants momentarily. his hand instinctively goes back to its previous position, nestled in your hair.

“such a sweet girl” he coos, making you melt completely. which sounds wholesome, and would be if it hadn’t also made you squeeze your thighs together to gain some kind of friction.

his thumb starts to move back and forth in your hair making you feel like complete jelly, as a soft smile radiates from your plush lips.

one of your gentle hands shyly moves to touch his thigh. in doing so, your fingertips brush softly along his knee before your hand softly splays on his thigh. your eyes eagerly drop to where your hand resides, before looking back up at him with a pleading glint in your eyes.

matts eyes darken as he looks down at you, you move to sit up a little. matt retracts his hand from your hair and leans further into the plush couch pillows.

you lean forward to grasp the waistband of his sweatpants eager to get them off, he lifts his hips to help. with his sweatpants now somewhere on the floor next to you, he’s left in his boxers, the print of his hard dick ever so clear. you palm him through the fabric, teasing him reverently.

“shiiit” matt sighs through gently gritted teeth as his head drops slightly back. with each breath he takes and each noise eliciting from his lips you feel your panties soak further.

you reach for the waistband of his boxers, your fingers curling around the hem before pulling them down- with matts assistance of course.

his thick length springs free, pre cum bubbling at his slit already and touch-sensitive veins coursing down his shaft.

you blush nervously at the sight of all of him, ready for you. not to say you hadn’t done this before with matt, of course you had. but you’d never quite been able to shake that nervous, anticipatory feeling when in the moment.

“c’mon baby, don’t get all shy on me now,” matt says with a soft smirk, his voice raspy. he leans forward reaching out his hand towards your face. his thumb runs over your plush bottom lip. “you’re gonna do so good, i know you will.”

and with that praise amongst the arousal building in between your thighs, when matt sits back you take his length in your hands. you grip the base with one hand, whilst the other is occupied by rubbing your thumb over his slit, spreading his precum all over his tip. matt groans at the sensation, his head lolls.

first, you lean into him to hesitantly take his head in your mouth. your wet heat envelopes him, causing him to shiver.

“atta girl” matt groans.

you begin to apply a soft pressure to his tip with your tongue, circling continuously, beckoning whimpers from his lips as you do so.

you change the positioning of your tongue moving it to splay flat against the underside of his shaft as you take him deeper, hollowing out your cheeks.

just then, you start to move your hand that was left originally gripping his base, in sync with the bobbing movement of your head. matt lets one of his hands move to thread through your hair, anchoring himself.

“god fuckin’ damn baby..” matt moans as he struggles to resist thrusting his length deeper into your perfect throat. “doin’ so good”

matt doesn’t last long before beginning to involuntarily thrust up into your mouth, keeping his movements short and shallow. he feels your throat constrict around his length when he hits a little too deep, causing him to let out a straggled groan as he lets his head tilt back in pure ecstasy.

after a minute or two, you pick up the rate at which your head bobs up and down his shaft, your grip tightening around the inches you can’t take in your mouth. tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you manage to take him as deep as your throat will physically allow.

his grip on your hair tightens as he rasps, “look up at me baby… wanna see you..”

you obey happily, looking up at him through tear-soaked lashes. his face is flushed, his lips parted in pleasure- and goddamn what a sight to see.

your eyes start to strain as you struggle to keep looking up at him, but you really don’t wanna look away. not with how he looks being completely unraveled by you, not with how vocal he’s being.

“ah fuck- takin’ me so good” he mutters, breathlessly.

by the way his cock twitches in your throat you know he close. you begin to alternate between bobbing your head up and down his shaft and putting focus on his sensitive, leaking tip with your tongue.

“shit, i’m so close,” matt groans “keep going”.

his grip once again tightens in your hair as his eyes flutter softly, he’s completely lost in you and how you’re making him feel. so much so, he starts to guide your head by the grip he has on your hair, causing you to moan around him.

the vibration of your moan around him combined with the sensation of feeling your head bobbing up and down on his length under his palm, by his control, makes the coil low in his stomach tightens immensely.

“ah- i’m gonna cum” he groans like it’s a warning. he gently pushes your head down once more before delivering his seed deep into your mouth, down your throat, as he elicits the most gorgeous groan to have ever graced your ears.

you feel warm, thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat and you manage to swallow some before pulling off of his cock.

matt looks down at you, still on your knees, with a lazy grin on his face- he looks wrecked. he leans forward, his hand moving to tap your cheek, gesturing for you to open your mouth.

“open.” matt instructs. you part your plush lips before opening wider so he can see you swallowed every drop of what you could take, he grins at the sight. “good girl, so proud of you.”

𑣲a/n: this was really fun to write so i hope it’s really fun to read, lmk if you enjoyed ^_^

thank you for reading !!

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ℑ𝔫 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥.. chris is gaming while cherry is at work, and dexter is just hanging out with him.

(dexter's proper introduction!)

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Stoner!Chris & "Cherry" aka Goth!Reader from the Up In Smoke AU

⚠︎: this is written in (Chris's POV), cussing, slight suggestiveness, use of pet names (dex, scoob, my girl, baby, cherry girl), mainly just fluff, lmk if I missed anything!

I mute the mic, “DEX” I yell, since he chose the worst moment to jump on my desk, while I'm gaming.

cherry had to work today, leaving dexter at my house. not like that's a problem, he's my lil dude. I decided to play a few rounds of fort, with my brothers when suddenly dex jumps onto my desk.

I pause the game, “nah scoob, watch ya step” I say, before he can step onto the keyboard.

I giggle at how quickly that nickname stuck, after cherry and i started dating and I met dex. the second I saw lil dude, I knew we'd be inseparable.

suddenly my phone buzzes repeatedly, and I look to see a few texts from my girl.

My Cherry Pie🍒👅🤤

Hey baby, I'm going on break

Do you need anything??

And I already know what you're thinking.. No I will absolutely not bring you anything from the back, you absolute horndog!!🤣🤣

I burst out laughing, as I grab my phone to text her back. it's an inside joke between us because when she told me she worked at spencer's, I joked that she should bring me back.. some things.

Me

Nah baby, I'm good😚

Well... I do need you, but I know you don't got that kinda time😏

My Cherry Pie🍒👅🤤

Seeeee?? HORNDOG...🙄🤣

Kidding.. But I miss you, I can't wait till my shift is over!!

I love you! 😘😘

I smile, chuckling at the messages.

Me

I love you more, my sweet cherry girl😘😘

Hope you have a good day, you'll have unlimited kisses and cuddles, waiting for you! 🤗🤗

My Cherry Pie🍒👅🤤

🤗🤗

we keep texting back and forth for awhile, then she tells me she has to get back to work.

I hop back on fort, dex chillin' on my lap.

I play for awhile, dex eventually fell asleep.

I occasionally reach down to pet him, hearing him purr.

at some point I decide to take a break, I look down and smile then decide to send cherry a picture of dex in my lap.

Me

*1 image attached*

Babyyyy LOOK.. scoob ZONKED tf out, on my lap😴😂

My Cherry Pie🍒👅🤤

Awwww my babies😍😍

Best seat in the house, lil dude took my spot frfr.. This is war!!😤

Kidding, kidding🤣

Me

Don't worry ma, he's just keeping it warm till you get home😉🤣🤣

My Cherry Pie🍒👅🤤

😇😇 queen shit, I really won in life

I love you! 😘😘

I chuckle at her messages, smiling.

Just as I go to reply, my phone starts ringing. I giggle a little, when I hear the ringtone, cherry pie by warrant start playing.

*Incoming Call From: My Cherry Pie🍒👅🤤*

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔰: @pixopix

𝔄/𝔑: When Chris's phone rings and the song Cherry Pie by Warrant starts playing, @inkedsturnioloss gave me that idea for it to be her theme song, and then I got this idea! she's so creative I swearrr, if you don't already read her stuff plsplspls go check her out aswell! She's bestie frfr!! Anywayyys.. sorry for rambling, hope y'all enjoyed! This has been sitting in my drafts for awhile, and I decided I'm just gonna keep it short and sweet, so here y'all go! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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𝔛𝔒, ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱 💋

In Which: based off of this post! (Req by @chrattsfavlesbian)

⚠︎: Don't Like It, Don't Read! MDNI, THIS IS NSFW/18+ CONTENT (Please Read RESPONSIBLY)!! fluff to smut, porn w (some) plot, pnv (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, teasing, kissing, use of pet names (ma, chrissy, baby, gorgeous), “vanilla” sex, praise, a bit of dry humping, that's pretty much it, I think! lmk if I missed anything!!

Chris woke up before you, groaning when he felt his morning wood pressing against the mattress as he lay on his stomach.

He flipped over to lay on his back, tossing his left arm over his eyes.

He reached down with his left hand, palming himself to relieve some of the ache.

He immediately groans at the friction. He goes to stick his hand down his boxers, but pauses as he thinks of an idea.

He moves to lay on his side, facing you, and he starts leaving featherlight pecks up your neck.

You stir, rubbing your eyes as you start to turn to lay on your back, but then you feel something hard pressing against your ass.

He smiles, “Morning, Gorgeous.” He says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Morning Baby.” You mumble, then grind back against him just to hear him groan.

He lets out a surprised chuckle as he grips your hips, “Such a tease, ma.” He says as he starts grinding against you.

You turn your head, hand moving into his hair as you kiss him.

He slides his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your thighs, you fling them down the bed with your foot once they're down your legs.

Chris is so desperate to feel you that he pushes his boxers down to mid-thigh, then slowly slides his tip thru your slit.

You moan softly as he slowly pushes into you, even though he's desperate to relieve the tension, he still wants to take his time and make sure his girl feels loved.

He softly kisses your neck as he starts a slow, but steady rhythm. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” he says as one hand holds your hip, and the other slides over your stomach to rub your clit.

You moan, head tossed back against his shoulder.

He rubs your clit in time with his thrusts, letting out a groan as he feels himself slowly working towards his release.

Between his slow, but deep thrusts, and him rubbing your clit, all it takes is a few more, and you're already getting close.

You moan, “Chrissy I'm close.” You say, starting to thrust back against him, wanting him to finish with you.

He gets the hint, and groans when he feels you thrusting back into him. “Fuck baby, me too. Come on baby, come with me.” He says.

You both come undone at the same time, you feel his hips stutter, then he lets out a long-drawn-out groan as he cums, painting your walls white.

You let out a loud moan, then you both catch your breath.

As you both lay there coming down from your highs, he pecks your neck, cheeks, nose, forehead, anywhere he can reach until you burst into giggles, squirming.

He chuckles, then kisses your lips. “I love you gorgeous” he says as you flip to lay on your side, facing him this time. “There's my beautiful girl” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

After that, you both lay there just enjoying the morning together, life can wait because this, right here, laying with him, that's what makes mornings the most enjoyable.

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔰: @anitalenia

𝔄/𝔑: Abbs suggested I do a Chris version, her Matt version is Here! @chrattsfavlesbian I took so long to write this, but here it is! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I hope y'all enjoyed, pls lmk what you think! And, as always, if you have any reqs or asks for any of my AU's or at all, plsplspls lmk!! Sorry this is a little bit of a shorter fic, but hopefully another fic will be coming out tonight, so look out for that! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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𝔛𝔒, ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱 💋

✧dilf!matt, dom!matt, praise, oral sex (f recieving), unprotected sex

summary: after hearing your sweet single dad neighbor matt getting himself off through the paper thin walls, you spend the next day completely ruined by the sound of his groans. when he shows up at your door mortified, you pull him inside and finally get to hear those sounds for yourself.

✧ word count: 2.7k

the walls were paper thin.

that was the first thing you noticed when you moved into apartment 3a. 

the second thing you noticed was apartment 3b.

it was occupied by a man and his young daughter. you saw them in the hall your first day, a very energetic small child with bright pink rain boots and a man trying to wrangle her while juggling two bags of groceries. he'd given you a strained but apologetic smile. "sorry," he'd said, as the little girl, who you'd later learn was named lily, tried to kick his shin. "she's in a phase."

"no worries," you'd replied, smiling. "i'm your new neighbor. 3a."

"matt," he'd said, shifting the bags. "matt from 3b. and this is lily."

lily had peered at you from behind his legs before offering a shy wave. 

over the next few months, you settled into a routine. you'd see them in the mornings, matt looking exhausted but patient, lily chattering nonstop about her day at kindergarten. you'd see them in the evenings, matt often looking tired, lily usually demanding a piggyback ride. 

you became comfortable with them. you’d hold the door, accept the extra cookies that lily baked (they were always a little salty), listen to matt's quiet complaints about the building's plumbing. 

you learned things. he was a single dad. he worked from home as some kind of graphic designer. he was kind. he was tired. he was completely, and very much off-limits.

not that you didn't notice. you did. you noticed the way his brown hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck when it was too long. you noticed the soft, worn-in feel of his hoodies. you noticed how he was unfairly muscular for someone who hid under baggy clothes. and you noticed the genuine laugh that escaped him when lily did something funny, a sound that made your stomach clench. 

but he was a neighbor. a friend. so you hid those thoughts and went on with your life.

it was friday. you knew lily was with her mom for the weekend. matt had mentioned it when you ran into him at the mailboxes, a relieved look on his face. "a whole 48 hours of freedom," he'd said with a wry smile. "i'm probably just going to sleep."

you were curled on your couch, mindlessly watching a rom-com you'd seen a dozen times, your plastic fork sifting through lo mein noodles. it was late, past midnight. the building was silent. that's when you heard the first sound. a soft, rhythmic creak.

“old building”, you thought, turning up the volume on the tv slightly.

but the creaking didn't stop. it was steady. a slow, deliberate rhythm. 

creak… creak… creak. 

your brow furrowed. it sounded like it was coming from the wall, the one you shared with matt. you muted the tv, holding your breath.

and then you heard it. a sound that was definitely not the building settling.

it was a low, drawn-out groan. 

your heart slammed against your ribs. it was matt. the sweet, gentle, exhausted dad from next door. the sound was so different from his usual voice. it was rougher...hotter.

you shouldn't be listening. your mind screamed at you to turn the tv back on, to put on headphones, to give him his privacy. but you were frozen. a shameful heat pooled in your stomach.

the sounds were clearer now. the creaking was faster, more urgent. you could hear his breathing, harsh and ragged. another groan, this one higher, more desperate. 

you closed your eyes, your own breath catching in your throat. you imagined him. alone in his apartment, in his bed. the flannel and jeans gone. his body, which you'd only ever seen in baggy clothes, now bare and glistening with sweat. 

you listened as his breathing grew more erratic, as the sounds became more frantic. you heard him whisper something, too muffled to make out, but the tone was clear. then, a final, shuddering groan that was almost a sob, and silence.

you stayed there for a long time, your body thrumming with a nervous energy. finally, you stumbled to your room, your legs feeling like jelly. you didn't sleep. you just lay in the dark, the sounds replaying in your head.

the next day was psychological torture.

you felt guilty, ashamed, and incredibly turned on. every time you thought of his face, a new image replaced it: his head thrown back, his mouth open in pleasure.

you decided to hide in your apartment all day, surviving on coffee and regret. but around noon, your stomach betrayed you. you were out of everything. you had to leave.

you took a deep breath, preparing yourself as you opened your door. and of course, as fate would have it, his door opened at the exact same moment.

he stood there, looking so painfully normal. grey hoodie, sweats, his hair a messy brown thing. he gave you his usual small, polite smile. "hey,"

your face immediately went red. you couldn't look at him. you couldn't. you just nodded, staring at a small scuff mark on the floor, mumbling something that might have been "hi" or "hot" or "help." you weren't sure.

he stopped, his friendly smile faltering. "you okay?"

you just shook your head, still refusing to make eye contact. you risked a quick glance up, and you saw it happen. the exact moment the realization dawned on his face. his eyes widened slightly, and a deep, blush started at the base of his neck and crept upward, flooding his cheeks. 

he looked away, clearing his throat roughly. "right. well. have a good one," he mumbled, before practically jogging down the hall toward the elevators, leaving you leaning against your door.

you hid in your apartment for the rest of the day. you ordered pizza, you watched three movies, you cleaned your bathroom. anything to keep your mind occupied. but it was no use. his embarrassed face, his moans, it was all on a loop. 

around seven o'clock, as you were curled up on the couch trying to read, there was a soft, hesitant knock on your door.

your stomach dropped to your feet. you crept to the peephole, your heart hammering. it was matt. his hands were shoved deep in his pockets, his shoulders hunched, his gaze fixed on the floor. you took a steadying breath and opened the door a crack.

he flinched when he saw you. "hey," he started, his voice low and rough, completely different from his usual tone.

"look, i am so, so sorry about that night." he wouldn't meet your gaze, staring at the brass number on your door. "the walls are… they're basically nonexistent. i wasn't thinking. it was completely inappropriate and i promise you, it will not happen again."

he was rambling, genuinely humiliated. "i just wanted to apologize in person. i'm not… i don't usually… it's just, it's been a long time since i've had the place to myself and i…" he trailed off, finally forcing himself to look at you.

his rambling stopped. his eyes narrowed slightly, searching yours. "you didn't… you didn't call the front desk, did you?" he asked, his voice dropping to a near whisper.

you slowly shook your head.

he let out a shaky breath, one you didn't realize he'd been holding. he took a half-step closer, shrinking the already small space in the hallway. "why not?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

you didn't answer with words. you just pulled your door open wider, stepping back to give him room to enter.

he hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours, looking for something. permission, an explanation, anything. then he stepped inside, and you closed the door softly behind him. the click of the lock echoed in the sudden silence of your apartment.

he stood awkwardly in your small entryway, his hands still shoved in his pockets, looking everywhere but at you. "i really am sorry," he started again, his voice low. "i was just..."

"lonely?" you finished softly, and his head snapped up.

his eyes, dark and intense, finally met yours. there was a vulnerability that made your chest ache. "yeah," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "stupid, right?"

"no," you said, shaking your head. "not stupid at all."

you could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the clean, faint scent of his laundry soap mixed with something that was uniquely him. you took a step closer, closing the distance until you were almost touching.

"i didn't mind," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. "hearing you, i mean."

his breath hitched. his gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips, then back again. "you didn't?"

you shook your head slowly. "i couldn't stop thinking about it," you confessed. "all day."

a low groan escaped him, the same sound you'd heard through the wall, but this time it was right in front of you. it sent a jolt straight through your body. "fuck," he breathed, and then his hands were on you.

one hand cupped the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer. the other gripped your hip, holding you against him. his lips crashed against yours, hungry and desperate. it was messy and urgent, all teeth and tongue and need.

you kissed him back just as desperately, your hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. you could feel the muscles there, firm and solid beneath the soft material of his hoodie. he backed you against the door, his body pressing into yours, and you could feel how hard he already was.

"i've wanted to do this since i first saw you," he murmured against your mouth, his voice rough with desire. "thought about you so many times."

"show me," you gasped as his lips moved to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. "show me what you thought about."

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark. "you have no idea what you do to me," he said, before capturing your mouth again in another kiss.

his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dip. he slid one hand under your shirt, his warm palm flat against your stomach, then higher to cup you through your bra. you arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"god, you feel good," he groaned, his thumb brushing against your nipple, making it pebble under his touch. "wanna feel all of you."

in one motion, he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you toward your bedroom. your back hit the soft mattress as he settled over you. he hovered above you for a moment, just looking, his gaze so intense it made you shiver.

"so beautiful," he murmured, before leaning down to kiss you again, slower this time, deeper.

you helped him pull your shirt over your head, then his. you ran your hands over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin. he was perfect. better than you'd imagined. 

he kissed his way down your body and when he reached the waistband of your pants, he looked up at you, his eyes asking for permission. you nodded, lifting your hips to help him slide them off.

he settled between your thighs, his breath warm against your already slick folds. "been thinking about this pussy too," he said, before lowering his head and tasting you.

you cried out, your hands fisting in the sheets as his tongue worked you. he was alternating between broad strokes and targeted flicks that had you squirming beneath him.

"matt," you gasped, your hips bucking against his mouth. "please..."

he chuckled, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you. "please what?" he teased, lifting his head slightly.

"don't stop," you begged.

"wasn't planning on it," he murmured, before diving back in, redoubling his efforts.

it didn't take long before your body was trembling. he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right as he sucked on your clit, and that was all it took. you came with a cry, your back arching off the bed.

he worked you through it, his tongue and fingers on you until you collapsed back against the bed, panting. he kissed his way back up your body, settling over you again.

“i’m not done yet," he promised, his voice thick with want. he positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked on yours. "you ready, sweetheart?"

you nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist. "please, matt," you whispered.

he pushed into you slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. you both groaned as he filled you completely, the stretch and fullness sending pleasure through your body.

"fuck, you're tight," he breathed, his forehead resting against yours. "so wet for me."

he started to move, slow and deep at first, building a rhythm. the room filled with the sounds of your pleasure, moans and gasps and the slap of skin against skin.

"you like that?" he asked, his voice strained as he picked up the pace. "you like how i fuck you?"

"yes," you cried out, your nails digging into his back. "harder, matt, please..."

he obliged, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, driving into you with an intensity that left you breathless. 

"come with me," he commanded, his voice rough. "wanna feel you come around my cock." you whimpered, hands grasping at his hair, at his back, at anything that could anchor you down.

"that's it," he grunted, his hands gripping your hips as he began to move. "take it. take all of me."

"matt, i'm gonna come," you gasped.

"do it," he commanded. "come for me. let me feel it."

your orgasm washed over you, more intense than the last. he followed you over, his own release triggering another wave of pleasure through you.

you collapsed onto the bed, him following you down, his weight comforting. you lay there for a long time, just breathing.

he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you. he gently pushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheekbone. "i..." he started, then stopped, a small, quiet smile playing on his lips. “i don't think i've ever been that loud."

a surprised laugh escaped you, breaking the heavy silence. it felt good. “i don't think i have either…" you admitted, your cheeks warming.

his smile widened, reaching his eyes, making them crinkle at the corners. "i liked it," he said, his voice a low rumble. “i liked hearing you." he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. when he pulled back, his expression was more serious. "so," he began, his gaze searching yours. "this is... not how i saw my weekend going."

"me neither," you said softly. "but is that... a bad thing?"

"no," he answered immediately, shaking his head. "god, no. it's just... complicated." he sighed, rolling off you to lie beside you, one arm draped over your stomach. he stared at the ceiling. "lily's my whole world. and i've been so careful. about who i bring around, about... everything. it's been a long time since there was anyone."

you turned onto your side to face him, tracing the lines of his chest with your fingertip. "you don't have to explain."

"i want to," he insisted, catching your hand and lacing his fingers with yours. "i don't want this to be... a one time thing because of thin walls and a moment of weakness." he looked at you then, his eyes earnest. "i’ve noticed you since the day you moved in. noticed the way you smile at lily even when she's being a menace. noticed how you're always kind. i just... ignored it. you know? and then last night..."

"and then last night," you repeated.

"yeah," he breathed out and squeezed your hand. "so what now?"

you thought about it for a moment, about the man who made salty cookies and blushed at his daughter's inappropriate questions. the man who had just thoroughly wrecked you in your own bed. they were the same person. and you wanted more of both.

"well," you said, propping yourself up on your elbow to look down at him. "lily's with her mom until sunday, right?"

a slow grin spread across his face. "right."

"good," you said, leaning in to kiss him. "because i'm not nearly done with you yet."

pt.1

ℑ𝔫 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥.. Sugar gets the munchies, so her, Matt, and Chris go to the grocery store to get some snacks. Matt surprises Sugar by making some bone shaped cookies, just to tease her.

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Black Cat!Matt & "Sugar" aka Co-worker!Sugar from the Tools of Temptation AU

(Ft. Customer!Chris)

⚠︎: use of pet names (shug, baby, matty), kissing, coraline (sugar's cat) makes an appearance, overall none, just fluff!

you, matt, and chris are hanging out in the living room. you and matt had just got done smoking a joint, chris didn't participate since he doesn't really smoke.

you stand up, and walk to the kitchen to look for snacks, suddenly overcome with the munchie feeling. “why do you have like no snacks, baby?” you say, walking back over to plop next to matt.

he chuckles, “we can go get some shug, ya' wanna?” he asks, already moving to stand up.

you beam, immediately bolting up, and kissing his cheek before running towards the front door.

chris and matt share a look, then chuckle. “ya' comin'?” matt asks, grabbing his keys, and walking out after you.

chris walks out with him, and groans when he sees you in the passenger seat. “shug move, that's my seat.” he says, crossing his arms.

you raise an eyebrow, “um excuse me topher, i'm pretty sure I get passenger princess privileges. he's my boyfriend.” you say with a chuckle, then close the door.

he huffs, and stomps around to the backseat. “you suck, cavity” he says, then pouts in the backseat, the door slamming slightly as he closes it after he sits down.

matt just looks between both of you, and chuckles, rolling his eyes.

all three of you head to the grocery store, you get aux because, of course, and chris complains the whole way there about it.

matt puts the car in park when you arrive there, “alright children, let's go.” he says, mainly saying that towards chris.

chris scoffs, but then quickly opens the car door, and bolts inside, laughing the whole way inside like it's some race.

you and matt share a look, then get out of the car, and walk inside.

by the time you find chris, he already has a few things in a cart, racing around the store with his feet up on it.

matt just ignores his antics, and walks over to the gushers. you grab a few things, suckers, some chips, and then as you look at a pack of cookies, your eyes light up, and you quickly walk over to the area with cookie dough.

both matt, and chris follow along, matt pushes the cart this time, leaning on it with his arms.

chris chuckles, “uh oh, shug’s got a sweet tooth” he says.

you turn to look over at him, “haha” you say sarcastically, then toss a pack of chocolate chip cookie dough in the cart.

all of you grab a few more things, then get in the car, and head home.

when you arrive home, you all get out of the car, and you set a few bags on the counter, then go to pull out the cookie dough, but Matt stops you. “go sit down, and relax. me and chris are gonna make those for ya’.” he says, then kisses your cheek, and nudges you towards the living room.

you furrow your brows, but shrug as you walk over to the couch, and see coraline meowing.

you smile at her, then sit down on the couch. she immediately crawls into your lap, purring as you pet her. “hey cora, I missed you baby” you say, then grab the remote, and turn on netflix, browsing for a horror movie. she looks up, and meows like she's agreeing with you.

you eventually settle on a horror movie to rewatch, and sit there waiting for the cookies.

while the cookies are baking, chris comes over to sit with you, and grimaces when he sees the gorey scene on the screen. “damn shug, how do you watch this shit?” he asks, snacking on some chocolate chips.

you snatch a chocolate chip from him, “because i'm a freak” you joke, laughing when he slowly turns to glare at you.

chris pouts, “you just wait, revenge will come” he says, trying to sound ominous.

you smirk, “over a chocolate chip, yeah ok topher. i'll keep one eye open.” you say sarcastically.

a little bit later, matt walks over with a plate full of chocolate chip cookies. “aww look at my girls.” he says, crouching down to pet coraline. she meows, and immediately starts crawling towards him.

as he takes her, you huff, “abandoned by my own daughter.” you joke, then turn to look at the plate of cookies on the coffee table. “you did not.” you say laughing, shocked as you pick up a cookie in the shape of a bone.

he smirks, “you can thank amazon for the cookie cutters, I thought it'd be funny.” he says, moving to sit on the couch next to you, coraline in his lap now.

you bite into it, and smile as you chew, doing a happy little shimmy. “thank you matty, you're the best.” you say, then kiss his cheek.

chris tries to sneakily grab one, and you slap his hand. “paws off” you joke.

he rubs his hand, pretending that hurt, and you hand him one as you roll your eyes, “I was kidding topher.” you say, chuckling.

a few hours later of just hanging out, and eventually chris goes upstairs when spice gets home from work, leaving just you and matt. you and matt go to his room a little bit later, just laying down, and enjoying your off day with him.

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔰: @uzmacchiato

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𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐

⁀➴ 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚋𝚏!𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚡 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⁀➴ 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜

⁀➴𝚌𝚠: 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙, 𝚖𝚍𝚗𝚒, 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

You’d pictured your wedding ever since you were a little girl. People loved pretending they didn’t care about marriage—loved saying it was just a piece of paper or an outdated institution. Maybe there was truth in that. But if you were honest, you’d always wanted the white dress. The confetti. The kiss. The fireworks.

There was always someone who’d roll their eyes when you admitted you couldn’t wait to get married. Someone who’d laugh and say, “You’re just like every other girl.”

And maybe you were.

You didn’t mind being like the other girls.

What was so wrong with being like the other girls?

Your father basically knew everyone in town, which explained why, after only being back in Richmond for a few weeks, you’ve already received a wedding invitation. Family friend or friend of a family friend–you couldn’t remember–but it didn't matter. You were just excited to dress up. 

Your mom knew how much you loved to dress up, especially when you were little. She’d invite all of your friends over, do your hair and makeup, let you rummage through her closet, and you’d dance to whatever mix she had made up for that night. You learned how to walk in heels at age six. Your father hated it, your mother said it was a good skill to have. You loved that, no matter how old you got, you could still have those moments with your mother. 

“Honey? Can you help me zip up my dress?” Your mom says from across the room. She looked beautiful, dressed in gold with her hair up.

You tug the zipper until it settles at the nape of her neck, your eyes meeting in the mirror. Her eyes meet her reflection again, head tilting, smoothing out her dress, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“You look fine, Mom. This dress is beautiful.”

“Are you sure I don’t look like I’m trying to be young?”

It didn’t matter how beautiful a woman was. At some point, she’d stand in front of a mirror and wonder if she looked older than yesterday. 

“Mom.”

“What?”

“You look like you.”

She smiles.

Your Dad was an awful driver. Ever since you could remember, your Mom’s hand was tightly grasped around the car’s grab handle, yelling, “They’re breaking!” 

He drove every single time, nonetheless.

You pull into the parking lot, the gravel crunching under the tires, and you can feel it already. There is always such an energy that comes with a wedding, like a vortex that sucks you in and makes you forget all your problems, as if everything will work out in the end. 

You could tell the bride’s mother had endless nights that ended at three a.m. with sore fingers from making sure the flowers looked perfect. You knew the bride had meticulous Pinterest boards that outlined every single thing she dreamed of. There isn’t a single blade of grass that is out of place. Each chair has white bows, and candles line the walkway. The bride and groom decided not to choose sides, letting everyone pick where they want to sit. You liked that. 

Older couples sit together, reminiscing about their wedding day fifty years ago. Little kids get shushed by their mothers and their hands swatted when they reach for the candles. Single men and women scan the crowd for potential dance partners during the slow songs. You wondered if you had any potential takers. 

The tears start immediately when the music swells. You get to watch the people loved the most by the bride and groom walk down the aisle. The parents who can’t seem to comprehend that this day has already come, that their babies are growing up and starting their own families just as they did. You watch friends of theirs walk down the aisle, all from different parts of their lives. Some knew them when they were in diapers, or when they got their first pimple, or their first heartbreak; others met them later in life, when they felt like it was impossible to make friends as an adult, until you meet someone who makes you wonder how you ever lived without them. 

You clap along with everyone else as the groom finally kisses the bride, smiling ear to ear, salty tears running down your cheeks, the taste lingering on your tongue. You don’t care that you don’t personally know these people. You just know that everyone deserves love.

Everyone. 

Chairs scrape as champagne is popped and the music resumes. You watch two people walk into their new life together, leading everyone to their next chapter. 

Someone refills your glass with Riesling as you settle against the bar, your limbs pleasantly light, your attention drifting from one conversation to the next.

And then you hear it.

A name.

Chris’ name. 

It could be any Chris. Chris is a popular name, but you can’t mistake that laugh. Boyish but still deep somehow. 

Your stomach tightens before you even turn around.

Please don’t be him.

Please be him.

He knew weddings were always reunions. Old coworkers, high school friends, distant cousins—everyone suddenly pretended they remembered your name. It wasn’t that he didn’t like weddings; he wasn’t that cold-hearted or boring, but they were different now—a reminder of what could’ve been, what should’ve been. He had made peace with the life he’d chosen years ago; it wasn’t a fresh wound, but he couldn’t deny that sometimes something took a stitch out. 

The beer sweats in his hand, and he adjusts the top of his suit, nodding along to whatever story he’s being told about something that happened twenty years ago. He knows he needs to shake himself out of it. Drink his beer. Catch up. Stop thinking. 

“How’s your mama?”

“Oh, she’s good, man. She still gives my dad hell, even though he’s on the other side now. Still blames him for the dead grass because he set off fireworks once in the front lawn when she didn’t want him to. She complains every Fourth of July. Then I catch her smiling.” He grins.

“Good to hear she’s doin’ alright.”

Their beer bottles clink. 

Chris smiles and takes a sip of his beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing. 

His eyes drift, scanning the room before they stop. 

He blinks.

God, he must be tired. 

No.

It can’t be you.

He would’ve known if you were going to be there. Surely your father would have mentioned it. 

His eyes leave yours for a second before finding yours again.

Fuck, you’re already walking over, and his suit suddenly feels entirely too tight on his neck.

This shouldn’t be anything. 

This is nothing. 

This is his best friend’s daughter walking over to him at a wedding. This is normal. This is okay. 

It didn’t matter that he’d never seen your hair pinned up before. It didn’t matter that he’d gotten so used to seeing you in denim shorts and old t-shirts that the sight of you in a dress like that felt…wrong. He could tell that you’d been crying. Your cheeks were still a bit pink from crying, the tip of your nose matching them. 

You looked…

Christ. 

He wasn’t stupid. Of course, you were beautiful. Look at your parents, for example.

Your parents.

Your dad.

His best friend. 

Your dad. 

You’re smiling at him. 

Why are you smiling?

Fuck it’s fine that you’re smiling, you’re just happy. 

You’re a happy girl. 

He knows that.

It’s a wedding.

Everyone is happy.

Everything is fine. 

“Chris!”

He needs to open his mouth. 

“I had no idea that you were going to be here. This place is fucking nuts, open bar too.” You grin widely.

His eyes catch on your lips first, still damp from the wine in your glass.

Then your eyes.

Bright.

Happy. 

You’d done something different around your eyes.

He swallows, trying to remember where he usually looks when he speaks to people. 

“Uh,” he rubs the back of his neck, “yeah, they really outdid themselves.”

“You clean up nice.”

“Thanks.”

He shifts his weight.

“Uh… so do you.”

You smile like you always do.

His stomach tightens anyway. 

He needs four more beers. 

“So did you come with your dad or?”

“No, Chris, I moved here a few weeks ago and already got close with someone who invited me to their wedding.”

He rolls his eyes and lets out a little chuckle. 

“Smart ass. Just surprised he didn’t tell me you guys would be here.”

“Hm, maybe the world doesn’t always revolve around you, Christopher.”

He flushes up his neck. 

Christopher.

That is completely appropriate to say…

…because that is his name. 

“Such a mouth on ya.”

“Yup.” You emphasize the “P” while he pretends not to notice how your lips look when doing that.

He watches you look around the room. He’s always noticed the way you watch the way you absorb the world around you like a sponge. 

“You like weddings.”

“Love them. Don’t you?”

His eyebrows raise, and the bottle stops at his lips, and he shrugs.

“Oh, please don’t tell me you’re one of those people.” He watches your eyes roll.

“I’m not, I’m not. I like ‘em too.”

“You never got married.”

He knows you’re just making an observation. He knows you don’t realize you’ve pulled at one of those stitches he’d spent years tying back together. 

He can tell that you notice the surprised, slightly hurt look on his face.

“-Not that there is anything wrong with that.”

Stitch it back, Chris.

“God, kid. I’m just an old guy who gets no pussy to you, huh?”

He watches you choke on your wine. 

“Probably shouldn’t have said the P word.” He blushes, shaking his head, clearly embarrassed by how his mouth is getting away from him. “I’m a little drunk.”

You roll your eyes. “Was just a little surprised, but I’ve heard the word pussy before, Chris. I’m an adult.”

His eyes dart around the room. “Okay, we have to stop saying pussy.”

He jumps out of his skin when he hears your mom calling you over for a family picture. 

“Ugh, gotta go. Don’t get too drunk.”

“Won’t make any promises and tell your dad I said fuck off, since when doesn’t he tell me shit?”

He watches you giggle before his eyes follow you as you walk away. A smile is plastered on his face, and his cheeks feel hot. 

His head turns, and the floor underneath him is no longer there. 

His smile disappears before he even realizes it’s gone. 

Something deep inside him pulls tight. 

Another stitch comes loose. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late! My flight got delayed. God, you look stunning.”

He watches her hug the bride.

He turns. 

His legs reach the bar, but his head is a few feet behind him.

Years behind him.

She still talked with her hands. 

Still tucked her hair behind her ear when she laughed.

You feel your heartbeat finally start to settle as you finish taking pictures with your family so your mom can post them to Facebook for all of your great aunts to see. 

Chris looked…different.

You’d gotten so used to seeing him in worn T-shirts, faded jeans, and work boots that the black suit almost felt like it belonged to someone else.

Then he smiled.

And somehow that made it worse.

He looked so…

…shit.

Had his fucking sleeves rolled up, too.

You finish half of your glass in one sip. 

You make your way to the dance floor, dancing with your mom just like you did when you were little. You feel light and free, giggling and tripping over your feet a bit, even though you know how to walk in heels. 

You’re tipsy. 

And you have a crush.

Your eyes scan for Chris in the crowd. You know he wouldn’t come up to dance with you, but you secretly hope he does. You hope that he spins you away from your mom and gives you that cheesy smile he always has. You wonder what it would feel like when his hand settled at your waist.

You see your dad over at the bar with Chris, your Dad’s hand on Chris’ shoulder, but something’s off. It doesn’t look like he’s giving your dad shit for not telling him you guys would be there. His forehead is creased, and his lips turned down into a frown. Not a cheesy smile. He looks pale, like he saw a ghost. Your dad is whispering in Chris’s ear over the loudspeaker, but Chris isn’t saying anything. 

Your eyes follow Chris as he pushes the doors out onto the back patio. 

“I’m gonna go get some air.” You yell to your mom over the music. 

Before you realize you’re doing it, your feet are already carrying you toward the patio doors. 

You see him before he sees you. The same beer hangs loosely from his hand as he stares out into the dark. 

“Hope you didn’t take me too seriously when I said don’t get too drunk.” The words coming out of your mouth sound far away. Not confident. 

He jumps a bit before turning to look at you. He exhales out of his nose. “Don’t see ya with a drink either.”

“Fast drinker.”

“Hm.”

“You okay? You look like you’re gonna be sick.”

He laughs. 

“Something like that.”

It’s quiet. 

You can hear the rustling in front of you as the crewman sets up the fireworks. 

You watch Chris’ fingers work on the beer bottle. Peeling back the damp paper. He’s stopped making eye contact. Just staring out. 

“Seemed like you were having fun before.” Foreign, again.

Chris closes his eyes briefly. 

“Just saw someone I didn’t think I’d ever see again.”

Quiet. 

“Somehow my ex is in that room even though she moved thousands of miles away from me.”

Your heart thuds against your ribcage. 

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s not even that I want her back or anything, I don’t. It’s just… I don’t know-”

“-You just feel whiplashed.” 

Chris lets out a dry laugh at that. “Exactly.” 

“What happened?” It comes out before you can stop it. 

Chris takes a long sip of his beer. 

“She wanted more from life. Work was important to her; she wanted to move, and I didn’t. I grew up here, I love it here, this is my place, ya know? And I wanted it to work, hell, I wanted it to work, but I couldn’t give her the life she wanted. So she left after years together. One day I woke up, and she was packed up, and that was that.”

“I don’t think wanting different things means you weren’t enough.”

Chris turns his head to look at you.

Really looks at you. 

Chris can feel his chest open up when he sees your face, only being lit up by the lights behind you. 

You should be inside. 

You should be dancing with your mom.

Instead, you’re out here with him. 

The music sounds muffled from the inside now.

Little feet pitter-pattering while they run inside the venue with glow sticks. 

The fireworks are still being set up, wheelbarrows weaving through the grass, carrying explosives that are too heavy to carry. 

Chris feels sick. Not from the beer. Not from his ex. 

The realization hits hard enough that he has to steady himself against the railing.

He watches you rub your arms as you try to gather some heat. 

This wasn’t just about tonight.

This wasn’t just seeing your hair up or seeing you in that dress.

It’s been there. 

Waiting.

It’s been the smile on his face every time his phone lights up from your name. 

It’s been the diner. 

It’s been the flea market. 

It’s been the fishing trip. 

It’s been every Saturday. 

His hands move before his brain catches up. He wraps his jacket around you to warm you up, and he watches your eyes lift to his face. 

Don’t.

Don’t. 

Don’t. 

He feels your hand on the collar of his shirt. 

He can’t get his feet to move. 

He feels your lips on his and his eyes flutter for a second before it’s over. 

He watches your eyes search his face like you’re waiting for him to tell you you’d made a mistake.

Every decent part of him knows he should step back.

Quiet. 

He should apologize. 

He should walk away.

He should tell you this can’t happen. 

He should walk through those doors right now and confess to your dad.

“... Fuck, kid.”

Instead, he’s leaning down to kiss you again.

The fireworks explode in front of you, and the doors break open, letting out a swarm of people who are completely unaware that his life had just changed.

Chris pulls back immediately. 

“Chris…”

He lets the crowd take you back.

There was no stitching this one back together.

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Tattoo Artist!Matt & Rainbow!Reader from the Up In Smoke AU

⚠︎: none, just fluff!

the day had finally come, you and cherry were about to get matching tattoos.

this is gonna be your first time getting a tattoo, and surprisingly you're more excited than scared, little did you know this would be the first of many.

cherry made the appointment a couple of days ago, and now here you are walking up to the tattoo shop.

cherry already has a few tattoos, but ever since you both became friends, she's been mentioning getting a matching tattoo.

the bell above the door chimes as you both walk in, and you're greeted with a cute brunette guy as you both walk in.

cherry beams when she sees him, and you're just standing there intrigued, but also slightly confused. “you know him cherry?” you ask as she gives him a quick side hug.

she nods excitedly, “matt, this is rainbow. rainbow, this is matt.” she says, then backs away slightly, like an overly excited matchmaker.

you raise an eyebrow at her as she wiggles her eyebrows, and then turn to look at him. “hi, i'm rainbow” you say with a wave.

he nods, “right, she said that. so are ya’ ready” he says with a smirk.

you and cherry both nod, and then share a look, and cherry decides to go first.

you stand next to her as she gets her tattoo, watching his technique, as he does the rainbow on her hip.

eventually he finishes up, wiping it off, applying ointment, then wrapping it.

when he's done, he changes the needle, and preps the station for you.

cherry checks her phone, and smiles. “are you gonna be ok without me rainbow? chris wants me to come over.” she says with a not-so-subtle smirk that you definitely don't miss, so that's why she wanted to going first.

you chuckle, “yeah I'll be ok cherry, have fun!” you say, then sit down on the chair as matt gestures for you to.

she giggles, shooting you a wink, then she's out the door.

he waves as she leaves. “she's not subtle, using my brother as an excuse. although knowing him, it's not a complete lie.” he says with a smirk.

you audibly gasp, “oh that's how you both know each other. I mean I see it now, but you're both very different.” you say as you pull your sweats down just a little over your hip, so he can prep the area for tattooing.

he nods with a chuckle, “yeah we're triplets actually.” then adds with a shrug, “yeah I get that a lot.”

the conversation just flows from there, it's like you both immediately clicked. you'd heard about matt briefly from chris before when you were hanging out with him and cherry, and he always called him a grump, but he seems to be pretty happy around you.

eventually he finishes up, “alright all done, ya’ wanna go look in the mirror?” he says as he wipes down your fresh tattoo.

you look down slightly shocked. “oh, we're done already?” you ask, not realizing how much time had just flown by talking to him.

he chuckles, “yeah, now go look at it. tell me what ya’ think.” he says, already starting to clean up his station.

you stand up, and walk over to the mirror on the wall. a perfectly done cherry outline to match with cherry is tattooed on your left hip. “it's perfect, thank you matt.” you say, then turn around, and smile at him.

his eyes light up when he sees your smile, and you can see a faint blush, before he clears his throat, and nods his head for you to sit down.

as he cleans, and wraps the area you watch how carefully he does it while trying to sneak subtle glances at you.

you decide to just go for it, and shoot your shit, completely unlike how you usually are with guys. “hey, matt. would you wanna maybe go out with me sometime, it's fine if not, I'll understand just- HEY.” you ramble, getting cut off when he pinches your side.

he chuckles as he finishes wrapping your tattoo. “it's cute that ya' think i’d say no. I'm off tomorrow, 8pm work for ya'?” he asks, snapping off his gloves, then starting to clean up his station.

you immediately smile, and nod as you stand up. “yeah, that's perfect!” you say, enthusiastically.

he smiles, “good. can I have ya' number?” he asks, then holds out his phone.

you nod, taking his phone to type in your number. you hand it back to him with the contact open, so he can decide what to put as your contact name.

later as you're walking home, just enjoying the walk, you hear your phone ping.

Unknown number

It was really nice to meet you today, and I can't wait to see you tomorrow.

then another message,

Also, if you see chris, tell him I'm gonna kick his ass for not Introducing you to me sooner 😂

you smile and quickly reply to the first message, bursting into giggles as you read the second message.

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔰: @issysh3ll

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𝔛𝔒, ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱 💋

ℑ𝔫 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥.. sugar has been teasing matt ALL DAY, sucking on her lollipop. so when matt's done filming with his brothers, he gives her something else to suck on.

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Black Cat!Matt & "Sugar" aka Co-worker!Sugar from the Tools of Temptation AU

⚠︎: Don't like It... don't read! MDNI/18+ CONTENT, Read RESPONSIBLY! established relationship, fluff to smut, some plot, oral fixation, teasing, kissing, oral (m receiving), cum eating, sub/dom dynamic, hair pulling, sub!reader, slight choking/hand necklace moment, slight size kink, daddy kink, use of pet names (daddy, good girl, baby, sweetheart), slight roughdom!matt, dirty talk, praise kink, no pnv, cussing, (light) degrading, slight degradation kink, slight brat x brattamer vibes, face fucking, mentions of gagging & spit, slight spit kink, edging (m receiving), mentions of aftercare, that's pretty much it, I think! lmk if I missed anything!!

if there was one thing about you, it's that you have an oral fixation. not everyone knows this, obviously matt's one of the few who do.

but considering you pretty much always have a lollipop or piece of candy in your mouth, it's no surprise. and, no it's not the healthiest habit, but it brings you joy.

matt and his brothers are currently filming in living room, another one of the podcast style videos they've been doing lately.

you walk out of matt's room, leaning against the kitchen counter with a smile as you watch them. matt glances over, but quickly looks away, trying to hide his smile.

a thought suddenly crosses your mind and you smirk. you lick up your lollipop teasingly, swirl your tongue around it, then suck it into your mouth.

matt shoots you a subtle warning look, but you notice a slight flush to his neck.

you stifle a giggle behind your hand, then walk back into his room.

shortly after, you hear them talking, and moving around the living room, signaling they're done filming.

you quickly hop off the bed, walking out of his room, and into the living room.

matt looks up from where he's sitting at the kitchen table, headphones in as he starts to edit the video. “c'mere shug” he says with a smile as he puts his headphones around his neck.

you smile, pulling the lollipop out of your mouth as you skip over, “yes da–” he cuts you off by clapping his hand over your mouth.

he goes wide-eyed, knowing what you're about to say, “you're being a brat” he says.

you smirk, then lick the palm of his hand.

he chuckles, quickly pulling his hand away and wiping it on his jeans.

you giggle, putting the lollipop back in your mouth.

chris looks over at you from where he is on the couch, “you got another one, shug?” he asks with puppy dog eyes and a pout.

you hum, tapping your chin with your pointer finger. “depends, can you ask properly like a good boy?” you ask, smirking.

chris huffs, shooting you a glare. he opens his mouth to speak, but gets cut off by spice, who overheard the conversation as she walks in, just getting home from work.

“be a good boy or no treat” she says, immediately siding with you.

he gives her a look of faux betrayal, but sighs, “can I please have a sucker, shug?” he asks.

you give him a mock pout, “I would, but I don't have anymore” you say, then giggle.

he huffs, “I hate both of you” he says, grumbling, looking between you and spice.

“no you don't” you and spice say at the same time, then slowly turn to look at eachother wide-eyed, bursting into giggles.

chris scoffs, rolling his eyes with a smile.

the night goes on like that for a while, you, matt, chris, spice, and nick, all hanging out.

when everyone decides to call it a night, that leaves you and matt alone.

matt drags you into his room once everyone goes to their separate rooms, “you wanna be a brat, shug? well I got something else you can suck on.” he says, closing and locking the door once you're both inside.

you smile as he pushes you onto your knees by your shoulders, “you gonna be a good girl and suck it for me, shug?” he asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed.

you smile at him as you nod, quickly moving your hands to pull down his sweats and boxers.

he smirks, lifting his hips for you. “such a good girl shug, so eager to please.” he says, moving one hand to run his fingers thru your hair.

you nod eagerly as you lean down to lick a stripe up his length, then swirling your tongue around the tip.

he groans, moving his free hand into your hair as well. “fuck, such a good girl.” he says, hips jerking up slightly as you suck.

as he starts to get close, grip tightening on your hair, you pull away with a smirk.

he groans from being edged, “don't be a tease shug, you were being such a good girl.” he says, moving one hand to wrap around your neck.

you moan as he does that, looking up at him with an innocent smile like you didn't just edge him.

his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, then he stands up, and tilts your chin up. “you're in for it now, shug.” he says, then grips your hair with both hands, and thrusts his dick in your mouth without warning.

you moan around his length, gagging slightly as you look up at him.

he smirks, “that's right baby, such a good girl for daddy, huh? taking it so well.” he says, groaning as he hears you gagging.

you nod as much as you can around his length, hands planted on his thighs.

he sees the spit forming around his length, and pulls you off of him, letting you breathe for a second. “you ok sweetheart?” he asks, showing he still cares even when he's being rough.

you nod, then lean forward, and take him back in your mouth, one hand moving to stroke what doesn't fit in your mouth.

he groans, loving the sight of you being so eager to please him. “fuck baby, such a good girl. I'm getting close, you ready?” he asks.

you nod around him, and it doesn't take him long to cum, shooting his cum down your throat.

he groans, hands loosening in your hair as he pulls out of your mouth. “damn shug, you really sucked that shit.” he says with a smirk.

you chuckle breathlessly, slapping his thigh.

he laughs, pulling his boxers and sweats back up. “c'mon shug, let me show my girl some love.” he says as he helps you to your feet.

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔰: @pepsipoet

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𝔛𝔒, ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱 💋

in which . . . nerd!matt is having a stressful day so..you relieve his stress

word count- 749

warnings- m!receiving. slight protest at beginning.

requested by this anon

The only sound in the small apartment was the frantic scratching of Matt's pen and the low hum of the desk lamp. His shoulders were hunched, a rigid line of tension running from his neck down to his back.

The pile of flashcards next to his laptop had become a small mountain, a testament to the hours he'd spent trying to cram an entire semester's worth of material into his brain.

The clock on the wall seemed to be ticking louder with each passing minute, counting down to the organic chemistry exam he was convinced would be his undoing.

From the bed, you watched him. You'd been reading, trying to give him space, but the sight of him so utterly consumed by stress was painful. He'd barely spoken to you all day, his replies reduced to short, clipped words or anxious sighs.

He'd snapped at you earlier for accidentally shuffling the papers on the corner of his desk, a completely out-of-character reaction that told you just how frayed his nerves were.

It was nearly midnight, and he hadn't moved from that chair in five hours.

You put your book down, the quiet thump barely registering in his zone of intense concentration. You padded softly across the floor until you were standing behind him, resting your hands gently on his tensed shoulders. He flinched, but didn't pull away. His muscles were like rocks under your touch.

"Matt," you murmured softly, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of his head. "You need a break."

"Can't," he said, his voice tight. "This chapter…the reaction mechanisms…they're just not sticking." He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, the gesture full of frustration. "I'm going to fail, I know it."

"You're not going to fail," you soothed, rubbing his shoulders. "But you're going to burn yourself out. Please, just come to bed for half an hour. We can just lie down, listen to some music, and you can go back to it."

"I don't have half an hour," he said, the words clipped and sharp again. He turned his head to look at you, and the weariness in his eyes was heartbreaking. "I'm sorry," he added, his voice softening with guilt. "I just…I need to get this. I can't afford to be distracted."

The sight of him so utterly exhausted and defeated sparked a different kind of plan in your mind. Something bold. Something he definitely needed, even if he didn't know it. You walked around his chair and knelt beside him, your hand coming to rest on his knee.

"Maybe you need a different kind of distraction," you said, your voice dropping to a low, suggestive purr. You let your fingers trail slowly up his thigh. "I could help you relax."

Matt's eyes widened, a flash of panic, but also a flicker of something else, quickly suppressed. "baby, no," he said, his voice strained. He gently pushed your hand away. "I can't. I mean it. I have to focus. There's no time for…for that. It's a bad idea."

"It's not a bad idea," you insisted, your voice gentle but persistent. "It's exactly what you need, Matt. Just let me take care of you for a little bit. It'll help you think clearer."

"No." He shook his head firmly, turning back to his textbook. "I appreciate it, I really do, but the answer is no. I can't afford to get…derailed."

You didn't move. You just stayed kneeling beside him, your hand resting on the arm of his chair. You could feel the tension radiating off him. The seconds ticked by, filled only by the frantic racing of his pen as he tried to take notes. Then his writing slowed. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. He wrote another line, but his concentration was clearly broken.

He glanced down at you, his resolve visibly weakening. You looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, a silent promise of comfort and release. The battle was clear on his face. The part of him that was terrified of failing warring with the part of him that desperately needed a break from the crushing pressure. He looked back at the textbook, the page full of complex chemical diagrams that swam before his tired eyes. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd taken a proper breath.

Finally, he dropped his pen onto the desk with a defeated clatter. "Fine," he breathed out, the word a rush of air. It was a surrender, a total capitulation. He sounded almost relieved. "But…just…be quick."

A slow, triumphant smile spread across your face. You placed a soft kiss on his knee, feeling a tremor go through him. "Shh," you whispered. "You just keep 'studying.' Don't worry about me."

You loosened the drawstring on his sweatpants, and he let out a shaky breath, his body instinctively leaning forward in his chair. His hands, which had been gripping the armrests, now came down to rest on the edge of the desk, knuckles white.

You tugged his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free him, and your breath caught slightly at the sight. He was already half-hard, his length resting against his lower stomach, the skin flushed a light pink.

He was thicker than you remembered, the vein along the underside prominent and pulsing slightly. The tip was already glistening with a bead of precum, and as you wrapped your fingers around him, you felt the heat radiating off his skin. He twitched in your grip, and a sharp hiss escaped his lips.

You leaned in, your tongue darting out to trace the sensitive ridge just beneath the head. The taste of him was salty and warm, and you savored the way his hips jerked involuntarily at the contact. You swirled your tongue around the tip, lapping up the precum that had beaded there, and a broken moan tumbled from his lips.

"Fuck," he breathed, his head falling back. "babe…"

You took him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch, feeling the weight of him on your tongue. The velvety skin stretched over the hard length beneath, and you hollowed your cheeks as you began to move. You started with a slow, deliberate rhythm, taking him deep before pulling back to focus on the sensitive tip. Each time you descended, you heard a sharp intake of breath from above. Each time you pulled away, a shaky exhale followed.

"Jesus," he muttered, his voice cracking. His hand flew down to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. He didn't push or guide, just held on, anchoring himself to you. "That's…that's so good."

You picked up the pace slightly, bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. The wet, obscene sounds of your mouth on him filled the quiet room, mingling with his ragged breathing. You experimented, taking him deeper, letting the tip hit the back of your throat before you pulled back to gasp for air. The way his thighs tensed beneath your hands told you he was loving every second of it.

His breathing grew heavier, more erratic. Soft, desperate moans spilled from his lips, broken fragments of your name and half-formed words. "Oh my god…sweetheart, please…don't stop…"

You looked up at him through your lashes, watching the way his jaw had gone slack, the way his eyes were squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in pure pleasure. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, and his chest was heaving. He looked utterly wrecked, completely undone, and the sight of him like this made you double down.

You took him deeper again, this time letting your throat relax around him, and a strangled cry tore from his throat. His hips bucked instinctively, and you felt him hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly but pushed through, the feeling of him losing control sending a thrill through you.

"Fuck, I'm close," he warned, his voice strained and breathless. His grip on your hair tightened. "baby, you have to…I'm gonna…"

You didn't stop. If anything, you sped up, your hand wrapping around the base of him to stroke in time with your mouth. You sucked hard on the tip, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head, and that was all it took.

"Fuck!" The word was torn from him, raw and loud, as his body went rigid. You felt the first hot pulse against your tongue, then another, and another. He spilled into your mouth with a choked cry, his hips stuttering, his whole body trembling. You swallowed everything he gave you, milking him through every last twitch until he was completely spent.

He slumped forward, his head dropping onto the desk on top of his open textbook, his body finally, completely, slack. He lay there for a long moment, breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. His hand was still tangled in your hair, but it had gone limp, just resting there.

He slowly lifted his head and looked down at you with dazed, glassy eyes. There was no panic in them now, no frantic worry. Just a deep, bone-melting calm.

You smiled up at him innocently. "Feeling better?" you asked, your voice a soft murmur.

He let out a disbelieving, shaky laugh. "Better?" He ran a hand over his face, still trying to find the words. "I think you just rebooted my entire system. I can't even remember my own name."

You laughed softly and began to get up. As you did, he turned and caught your hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. The gesture was gentle and full of a quiet, profound gratitude.

"Thank you," he said, his voice husky. He gave your hand a final squeeze before letting it go. "You're right. I needed that. More than I realized."

You gave him a wink. "See? Told you. Now, as promised, I'll leave you to your studying." You padded back to the bed and slipped under the covers, picking up your book again.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡɪɴs sʟᴇᴇᴘ

Part 19 of baby daddy Chris!

Summary: when the babies finally go down for their nap, you take the opportunity to get intimate.

Warnings: smut, p in v, clit play, riding, couch sex

Read more, HERE.

You and Chris had just finished settling the twins into their cribs, the nursery finally quiet after the usual struggle of getting Hazel and Henry down for their nap.

Exhaustion weighed heavy on both of you as you made your way back to the living room and collapsed onto the couch together. You stretched out on top of him, your body draped over his, seeking the comfort of closeness after another long stretch of parenting. His arms wrapped around you, and for a moment it was just the two of you breathing in sync.

Then you felt it, his cock hardening against your thigh, pressing insistently through his pants. Before you could react, his lips found your neck, pressing soft kisses that quickly turned into something more heated. “Chris,” you whined, a giggle escaping as you shifted slightly. “What are you doing?”

You lifted your head to meet his eyes, and the look he gave you made your stomach flip. The next second your mouths crashed together in a deep kiss that grew hotter by the second. His hands slid under your shirt, and with one smooth motion he tugged it up and over your head, leaving you bare chested on top of him. You sat up, straddling his lap, and the rest of your clothes came off in a rush of eager hands and fabric hitting the floor. His sweatpants followed, freeing his thick cock that stood rigid between you.

Chris’s fingers found your pussy immediately, rubbing slow circles over your clit while you leaned down to kiss him again. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough.

You moaned into his mouth as his touch sent sparks through you. When you couldn’t take it anymore, you lifted your hips and sank down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch until he filled you completely. The stretch made you gasp, and you started riding him, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm.

He bent his knees, planting his feet on the couch so his thighs framed you and helped keep you in place. His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you up and down on his length with more force. Each bounce made your breasts sway, and the wet sounds of your pussy taking his cock filled the quiet living room. You were a moaning mess, head thrown back, pleasure building fast after so many days without this kind of intimacy.

“Ride that cock, baby,” Chris growled softly, his fingers digging into your skin. “Just like that, fuck, you feel so good.”

Your orgasm hit suddenly, your walls clenching hard around him as waves of pleasure rolled through you. The tight squeeze pushed him over the edge too, he groaned and thrust up into you, pumping his cum deep inside as his hips jerked.

You stayed there for a moment, both of you panting, before you slowly lifted off him. His release trickled out as you curled up against his side, bodies still slick and warm. Sleep claimed you both almost instantly, the exhaustion of new parenthood finally winning out.

The baby monitor crackled to life minutes later, Henry’s cries piercing the quiet. You stirred, grabbed Chris’s oversized sweatshirt from the floor, and pulled it on as you hurried down the hall. You scooped Henry up before his wailing could wake Hazel, cradling him close and rocking him gently while his little sobs began to settle.

*This was a song request by @rainyyy-weather ! HERE is the post!*

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: In which you find yourself sneaking out and having some fun with Matt in his car. Loosely Based off the song Animals by Nickelback

CW: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content (Smut): fingering, hand job, cowgirl position, dirty talk, consensual name calling, protected sex, light hair pulling, squirting, covering mouth, dom!Matt, spit, grinding, if I missed anything please let me know! If under 18, I am not responsible for the media you consume. (MDNI)

You watch the clock tick on the screen. It is 12:35 AM. The numbers glow bright, filling Matt’s car. He turns the engine off, the smell of the leather seats clinging to your nose. You haven’t been in here long with him. You look outside, and all you see is a dark road, streetlights illuminating certain portions of it. In the air, the moon is full and bright, casting a shine over Matt’s face.

Matt is looking right at you. He has a small but dangerous smile gracing his face—the one you know means trouble is around the corner. “You're quite reckless for sneaking out like that, you know?” he asks in a low and teasing voice. “Like I really can’t believe I just watched you climb out of your window just because you didn’t want your parents to see you. Like you aren’t 20 years old, or anything.”

You laugh softly, excitement filling your stomach in the best way. “Yeah, well, what they don’t know won’t kill them.”

𝖣𝖮𝖬!𝖬𝖠𝖳𝖳 𝖥𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖸𝖮𝖴 . . .

𝓌arnings ➪ smut, female receiving, use of pet names, heavy dirty talk, praise kink, making out, begging, teasing, and edging, semi public sex(not really sex lol).

A/N. my first ever post! i'm so excited for you guys to get to know me and love reading my work. i hope you enjoy bbys❥︎

All day, you'd been desperate. Matt was just looking undeniably sexy and you couldn't help the warmth that spread through your core everytime you so much as even glanced at your boyfriend.

It was summer. Which meant his shirt was off and his hat was on backwards. There had been this large group hangout with your guy's friend group and there is no way Matt hadn't noticed your stares all day.

While everyone was sat eating dinner, you'd disappeared in the kitchen, attempting to cool off in the fresh ac of the house. But Matt had other plans as he followed behind you. You hadn't noticed until you felt his large hands wrap around your waist, his hips pressing up behind you. "What's wrong, baby?" He whispered, hand dipping down under your skirt.

"Matt we're not—" you began to protest but when his fingers dipped beneath your panties, circling a finger around your sensitive clit, your knees nearly buckled from beneath you.

"Y'so wet, think i didn't notice you squeezing your thighs together everytime you looked at me?" He spoke, low and amused, the pads of his two fingers nudging into your entrance. You gasped softly, parting your legs so it was easier.

And Matt took the invitation, sinking his fingers deep into your heat and your jaw parted in pleasure, trying not to think about the fact that all it took was for one of your friends to come in those sliding glass doors and they'd see everything.

Matt's fingers pumped slowly, and you'd thrown your head back against his shoulder, fighting back a moan as his fingers curled inside of you. "matt, oh my god!" you whined, and his free hand raised to clamp around your mouth.

"Be good for me, baby, you gotta be quiet," He coaxed against your ear, thrusting his fingers quicker into your pussy. Your whimpers muffled against Matt's hand. Everything was so overwhelming. The pleasure, his breath on your neck, his voice.

His hand moved from your mouth down to your throat, turning your face to meet his gaze and smash his lips onto yours. You whimpered against his mouth, his fingers only quickening inside you.

The lewd sounds of his fingers in your wetness echoed throughout the empty kitchen and you held onto Matt tightly, like he was holding you up. Which to be fair? He was.

"M'gonna cum," you moaned against his lips, dipping your face into his neck. You rolled your hips down against his hand and he smirked, doubling his efforts to get you to reach that high.

And when you did your moan was loud, Matt's free hand pulling your face in closer to his neck to silence you. "That's it, just like that," his murmured gently against the shell of your ear.

As you panted, calming down from your orgasm, you glanced up to meet his eyes. He chuckled quietly at your face, before pulling his fingers out.

And when he did you had to grab the counter. His hand came up to taste you off his fingers before you adjusted your skirt. Just as Chris stepped in.