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matt is such a fucking manipulator it’s insane. always brushing off your concerns, acting like you’re stupid and oblivious. he gives you so many bullshit excuses, but his lies sound so sweet
i’m sorry i’m late, sweetie, i got tied up at work. you know how these clients can be.
i just bumped into something, don’t worry about it. come kiss me, i had a long day.
scars? what scars? shhh, just keep riding my thigh, just like that.
what? sorry, i wasn’t listening. i was too busy thinking about how good your mouth feels
it must be your lipstick. you know there’s no one who could make me feel as good as you do
i know you’re tired but think about how i feel. all these late nights at the office… i could really blow off some steam
shh, baby, don’t cry. i’m sorry, daddy’s sorry, okay? let me make it up to you. you like my fingers, don’t you?
you’re always such a good girl for me. you never whine, never complain. i don’t deserve you
A/n: thank you so much to @upended-jellyfish for helping me come up with this 🥴😵💫 I think @bunmurdock @pupmurdock @lambmurdock and @sharkymurdock will especially appreciate it too
Genre: smut adjacent?
Summary: Matt helps you fix your posture for good.
Warnings: disciplinarian!Matt, bondage, face slapping, posture correction in the fun way, Mean!Matt (I surprised myself with that tbh)
Other tags: in the new apartment :/, chest hair 😋,
Word count: 1.5k
You don't mean to slouch. You really don't. It just... Happens. But Matt notices. Of course he does. So he does what any loving boyfriend would do. He tries to help.
"sweetheart, you're slouching"
"no I'm-... How did you know?"
"I can, uh, I can hear your breathing. It's kind of labored."
"oh... Alright, thanks." You say as you straighten up.
For a while, he'd remind you like that. Polite, soft, helpful. Then he starts to get a bit tired of it the longer it goes on. He'll just clear his throat while putting a hand on your back. From there, it turns into putting one hand on your lower back and the other on your upper chest, then pushing. It's quick, and automatically gets you to straighten up.
"quit slouching, it's not good for you."
"alright, dad."
"I mean it, kid."
After a while of that, he still catches you slouching sometimes. He'll just flick the back of your neck, and you catch the message. He's just trying to help. And to your favor, you have improved.
Just not enough.
***
He had a rough day. The client was a laidback asshole who was lying left and right, with no respect for Matt or anyone else on the legal team. It pissed him off. Rubbed him the wrong way.
As he walks home, he can't help but be annoyed still. He enters the elevator, going all the way up to his top-floor apartment. He walks in the door, only to hear you slouching. He can hear you typing something on your computer, which is usually when you slouch anyway. He lets put an exasperated sigh, tapping his cane on the floor to get your attention.
"Matty? What's wrong?"
He says nothing, taking off his coat and his jacket. He folds up his cane, tapping it again on the table as he sets it down. He makes his way over to where you sit, cool and composed with measured steps. He still doesn't say anything as he reaches over and closes your laptop.
"hey! What the he-"
Smack
"Posture." He practically growls in a low, gravelly voice. Letting out a tired huff as he tugs his tie off, he quickly undoes the knot in the silk before gagging you with it, tying a tight knot behind your head.
You were still trying to process the slap, your cheek still stung and he had caught you completely off guard. You snap out of it when Matt throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, starting to carry you towards the bedroom. You start to protest, words not being an option due to the tie in your mouth.
Your next best option is physical protest, so that's what you go with. You squirm and kick and hit, which only earns you a smack on the ass so hard that you feel it even through the clothes you're wearing. You gasp out in pain and wriggle some more on his shoulder, but he can smell the truth. He can smell how wet you are, he heard your heart race.
He tosses you on the bed unceremoniously, quickly crawling over you both to avoid you getting up, and to start undressing you. You know that you could realistically give him the signal and he'd stop dead in his tracks. Just tapping that certain rhythm you agreed on. But youre in the mood to play along, so you do. You struggle against him, which is conveniently helping him undress you. Only once you're stripped bare does he get off of you, pressing a large hand to the center of your chest and holding you down.
"Stay." He commands as he rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, like you're some mutt he found on the side of the road.
And like a dog, you listen. But that doesn't stop you from glaring daggers at him while he rummages one of his drawers for something. You expected a lot of things, but his white Muay Thai ropes was not one of them. The blood on them was no longer the deep crimson they were on that night, implying that he'd washed them since then.
"turn."
You do.
He uses one rope to secure your arms behind your back, wrists to elbows. The other goes around your neck, then connects to your arms, arching your back slightly.
"That's good fucking posture." He growls, tugging on the ropes to jostle you into a kneeling position, facing the foot of the bed.
"do you know what you sound like when you slouch? I can hear your lungs being compressed and squeezed." He starts as he gets off the bed, the mattress silently raising. He walks around to where you're facing, popping the first two buttons of his shirt to reveal his salt and pepper chest hair. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, the other resting on his hip.
He has a 'what am I going to do with you' expression on his face as he speaks again, pacing back and forth.
"not to mention that your back pops like goddamn bubble wrap when you finally stand up. You know that's why you have back pain, right?" He says expressively as he paces, the hand that ran through his hair now waving around and making gestures like he's in court.
You let out a whine around his tie, only for him to take two steps forward to slap you across the face again and grab your jaw right after.
"don't interrupt me. I'm not done." He says dangerously.
"I tell you time and time again to sit up straight, kid. But you just don't listen to me! All I'm trying to do is help you and you just. Don't. Listen. It feels like I'm babysitting you at this point." He huffs, taking a deep breath that was supposed to calm him, but only floods his nose with your scent.
"seriously?" He scoffs, stopping in his tracks.
"are you seriously getting off on this?" He asks, almost incredulously.
You whine and squeeze your thighs together, trying to hide your scent and relieve some of the ache between your thighs.
He steps forward and wrenches your legs open, and as if the waft of your scent wasn't enough, he runs his fingers through the mess between your thighs.
"do you really expect me to touch you, kid? After that? I'll tell you what, I have had a shit day at work today. I am not in the mood for you to be brat on top of it all. If you wanted something tonight, the least you could have done was act like a human being rather than an animal."
You want to cry. You're soaking wet, drooling onto the silk sheets and not with your mouth. You can feel your heartbeat in your clit like a drum, and you know he can sense it too. He takes another deep breath, jaw tensing and brows twitching.
"you are going to stay like this for an hour. Then I'm going to untie you and we will go to bed. Nothing else will happen outside of that. And so help me god if I see you slouching again after tonight, I won't be so kind."
You couldve cum just from that.
"do you understand me? Or did you go stupid like you always do when I don't touch you?"
You frantically nod, humming an affirmation around his tie, which is now soaked in your saliva.
True to his word, he leaves you there for another hour, your back forced into a perfect posture just waiting for him while he takes a long shower to decompress from the day and even treats himself to putting on the one lotion he can actually stand on his skin.
When he returns, there's still a bit longer left, but he ignores your whimpers and whines. You tried once to grind yourself against the sheets, but that was quickly shut down by him gripping your hair and pulling your head back.
"you said you understood me. I didn't give you permission for this. Last warning."
You whimper and nod, forcing your hips to still. After your hour is up, he starts to untie you with such tenderness that it confuses you for a moment. He tosses the ropes aside, massaging your arms and checking your neck for any signs he can pick up of strain or discomfort.
"nothing hurts?" He asks softly as he removes his tie from your mouth.
"no, Matty... I'm okay..." You assure him equally as softly despite the fact that you are still more turned on than you've ever been.
He nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He can tell you're still so turned on, but he told you he wouldn't touch you, and always keeps his bedroom promises. So he removes the sheet that you dripped onto and he grabs a spare blanket. You both crawl into bed, and you cling to him like he wasn't berating, degrading, and slapping you just an hour earlier. Because despite it all, he wasn't wrong.
bedtime was difficult tonight. the booming thunderstorm outside echoed throughout the walls of your home with daddy, and you shook with fear while hiding under your blankets. you heard daddy’s soft footsteps coming to your shared room, stopping to frown at your clearly afraid state.
“hey…” he trailed off, slowly climbing onto the bed. “can i see you?” he asked softly. you sniffled and nodded, him lifting the covers and getting under with you. “i know, its loud.” he validated your feelings. “it’s scary.” he said, rubbing your back. you snuggled closer into him, immediately feeling safer.
“daddy, i don’t like loud noises.” you whined.
“how about books? do you like books?” he asked and you nodded. he kissed your forehead and got up, leaving you under the covers. he snuck back in after a few moments, sighing and opening the book. you couldn’t see the title as daddy moved his fingers across the braille on the first page, but you knew as soon as he started to read. “in the great green room, there was a telephone and a red balloon. and a picture of a cow jumping over the moon-“
“goodnight moon?” you asked aloud. daddy paused and chuckled.
“i remember you said it was your favorite when you were younger. i bought it that day, been saving it for a time when i- you… needed it.” he said, correcting himself. you snuggled closer to him as he continued to read, fingers tracing over the pages. you tuned out the loud thunder and focused on your daddy’s voice, relieved it was working at comforting you. daddy’s voice was smooth and unwavering, it felt like a warm hug on a cold day. and you were so, so cold.
“daddy?” you asked as he finished the book.
“yeah, baby?” he responded.
“i just… i feel like i ask a lot of you…” you trailed off
“please don’t.” he begged.
“no, i need to.” you insisted. “i ask a lot of you, but… you do so much for me. you keep me alive, above all else. i used to not want to be so dependent on anyone, the thought of betrayal terrified me… but i want you to take everything. all of me. i love and trust you. please don’t leave.” you cried. daddy snaked an arm around you and tried to pull you in even closer, if it were even possible.
“you want the truth?” he asked you, the usual warm tone gone. you swallowed harshly and nodded. “when i first met you, i had you pegged all wrong. so headstrong. so confident, never letting anyone in.” he whispered. “but it was all a front, wasn’t it? the most injured and emotionally drained people tend to put on a persona, a facade of sorts… that they can’t be hurt, that no one can get to them.” he continued. “but you let me in, and in being with you, i discovered something about myself, too.” he said. “the more i cared for you… the more i realized… i need this as much as, if not more than, you. i will not leave. i will not go anywhere else. i will always be here for my baby.” he finished, kissing your forehead. “you are strong and resilient. you chose me to care for you, you chose to be here willingly. that’s not lost on me, i treasure those gifts. i will never leave.” he swore. you sniffled, wiping your eyes.
“daddy?” you called out, noticing the thunder had died down.
I deadass went to sleep watching a stream of Matt and Chris playing roblox with Matthew being the main on yk getting upset and mad. But the thing is I was planning to make a post on why I think that’s like one ick I actually get from him.
I proceeded to have a dreaming about a few minutes ago(that i’m still reeling from. especially the Chris one before this.) about Matthew angrily fucking me in the backseat of his car, he’s choking me—I wore no underwear under my skirt, he’s telling me things like “now give daddy a kiss.” because in the dream i’m like pouting and looking to the side on purpose because i’m upset with him, he would then choke me a little harder but fuck me harder one time with his dick touching my cervix to get me to open my mouth as he kisses me.
Once I start to kiss him without tongue by myself he would say “now with tongue. hm?” He’s still moanin and grunting in my ear from how good it feels and that’s making me more wet and Matt would say “kiss daddy with tongue or i’ll stop fucking this pussy.”
like??? that’s only the middle of the dream but holy fuck. Clearly even my subconscious knows that i’m not only a sucker to be out in my place—but Matt is so dominant.
keep in mind yall—this is a fucking dream. like omfg i still can’t get over it.
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This is what me and @nickssidewitch were talking about.
Matt truly is(in my own opinion) the most dominant triplet.
-He’s very assertive and clear on what needs to be done
-I think his hits are the hardest out of all of his brothers, I mean it’s been many clips and talks of how hard Matt hits
-His tone of voice. That’s what always gets people in the end, just bc he’s using a more softer and alluring voice does not mean that Matt is docile. In fact it’s quite the opposite—sort of like a predator luring its prey(pls i’m sorry if that’s cringe)
-He is the middle man. I literally used this as a nickname for him on my tiktok but Matthew is in the middle so it is his job to keep the youngest and oldest in line
-If Matt wants you to hurt(in a good way) you’ll hurt.
