it feels entirely like i have lost a sister. i feel sick, without a purpose, defeated. i only talk to maybe three people. thinking about her makes me breath hitch and my head pound. i can only listen to songs that remind me of her, and it even aches to watch the youtubers we'd watch together.
you didn't even text me on my birthday. my birthday. a huge milestone. i cant do it anymore.
Hello and please listen! (Im sorry to bother you about this again if you've seen this but we have a really bad ongoing problem.)
We have banned this guy two times but we cannot give up. He is a PEDO. I wanna fight for her because I am a fan.
His user is @ mykingisking !!! He's back.
if you don't know who or what has been happening, hes a grown adult man sexualizing a 16 year old actress named ariana greenblatt. In his very original account he has made lewd deepfakes of her or claims he has known her for years (parasocial relationship) which means he started finding her attractive when she was around 9-11.
PLEASE REPORT HIM AND SHARE. We CANNOT let him have a platform!!
ew holy shit thats disgusting
i cant find him on tiktok or twitter!! what platform is his account on?
hiii!! a couple days ago i asked about how you're able to be motivated to write so much and how you get good interaction on your fics. your answers were really helpful so thank you again for that 🤍
i have just a few more questions :)
1) how are you able to come up with so many amazing ideas? your fics eat every single time idk how it's possible to come up with that many good ones. do you get inspo from anywhere?
2) do blurbs tend to better than fics?
3) does staying consistent actually make a difference?
1) i base my fics on the requests i get! sometimes i get inspo from songs, bots on cai, or personal experiences that i’ve had
2) for sure! everyone loves a quick read before bed
notes . . . matt has so much adoration for his girl. he is the definition of love sick, he's infatuated by her. fluff, no smut, slightly suggestive, kinda insecure reader, reassuringbf!matt, this is a very short blurb because i'm halfway done with writing my upcoming fic 'casual'..anyways, i apologize my taglist is glitching so if you don't get tagged pleasee lmk.
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enjoy🤍
you sighed, your once tight curls hanging by your shoulders began untwisting, loosening. you felt so gross, your makeup was practically melting off your face, your hair frizzy, your outfit half stripped off your body. you wore a pretty pink dress that day with wedged heals, matt loved this dress on you. for no particular reason, of course...
the second you walked in the door, you huffed, taking those painful heels off. you stormed upstairs, grumpy from walking all day. the sweet date matt had taken you on was lovely, a café, but you walked for what felt like hours, resulting in your exhaustion. matt watched you storm upstairs with a frown, deciding to let you calm down a little.
you began wiping your makeup off with makeup wipes, you knew they were bad for your skin but you didn't care, you just wanted to sleep. you rushed to get the makeup off, tossing your clasp purse on your vanity. you forgot your sunglasses were still on your head, stomping your way to the bedroom door. you were met with matts chest, bumping into him, the collision causing you to drop your favorite pair of sunglasses that you brought with you everywhere. the lenses popped out, shattering.
you knelt down on the floor and stared at the now broken sunglasses, a pout forming on your lips. you felt the tears beginning to brim your eyes, instantly bursting into tears. matt gasped, acting instantly. "hey- oh sweetheart i'm so sorry..c'mere." he pulled you to your feet, wiping your tear stained cheeks. your breath came out in short puffs, your cheeks hollowed out slightly. matt couldn't help but find you adorable, even in this state.
"oh sweet girl, so many tears, huh? don't cry.." he led you to bed, tugging you onto his lap, to which you obliged. he leaned down and kissed your forehead. you sniffled repeatedly, still upset and exhausted, your emotions mixing together and resulting in a minor meltdown.
"why're you crying so much, hm? talk to me baby, deep breaths." he cooed, you pouted further, his sweetness was unbearable. "cus..you..i'm just.." you stammered over your words, trying to phrase them properly. "overwhelmed?" he asked softly. you nodded weakly, tears still falling from your eyes. matt knew you got like this after a long day, you were overstimulated. he didn't take you out on dates too often, knowing you preferred stay at home dates, and he did too. it was just more comfy for the both of you.
you looked up at him, your lips quivering. you tried to silently beg him for comfort, refusing to admit you needed it. he chuckled down at you, cupping your face in his hands gently. "what d'you want, baby? use your words, don't just pout at me." you sighed irritably, embarrassedly. "cuddles.." you muttered shyly. matt, amused, brought you further up on his lap with a playful groan, eliciting a tiny giggle from you.
"cuddles, huh? what else? how about..kisses?" he began peppering kisses all over your face and neck, wherever he could reach. "you look so sad, i bet i can cheer you up." you squirmed and writhed under his touch, trying to stay mad at him, but you just couldn't. "no!" you whined, your cries slowly fading into soft laughter. he looked at you, pleased. "i told you i'd cheer you up, pretty." you were his muse, he sighed, staring into your eyes. he pressed a few light kisses to your lips.
❐ summary » when y/n thought they were going to make love, matt surprised her by gently guiding her into cockwarming instead. as he pulled her close, y/n felt a wave of unexpected intimacy wash over her.
❐ pairings » bf!matt x fem!reader
❐ warnings » SMUT, cockwarming, p in v
❐ a/n && w/c » im gonna deactivate soon • 1.06k
“what do you want, hm?” matt coos, his breath warm against your skin as he trails a series of soft, lingering kisses along your collarbone, each one a tender caress that sends shivers down your spine.
matt’s back was resting against the headrest of his bed, and you were straddling him, your arms draped around his neck in a tender embrace. soft sighs escaped your lips, mingling with the warm air between you.
“wanna feel you,” you murmured softly, your eyes fluttering open as he gently nibbled at your skin, leaving a trail of delicate marks that spoke of his affection.
“yeah? you do?” he grumbled, his voice thick with desire. each word seemed to vibrate through the air, resonating deeply within you. you felt the unmistakable pressure of his member pressing insistently against your core, a palpable testament to his yearning.
his breath was hot against your ear, and the intensity of the moment seemed to stretch time itself, enveloping you both in a cocoon of shared longing.
you whine softly as he tuts, still planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on your shoulders. each kiss feels like a brand, searing into your skin and leaving a trail of heated desire.
his tuts are a mix of gentle reprimand and teasing, adding to the intoxicating blend of sensations that make you shiver in anticipation.
“words, baby,” he murmured, his fingers tracing intricate patterns on the sides of your waist. each delicate touch seemed to spell out an unspoken language of desire, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in its wake. his voice was a low, soothing command, urging you to articulate the emotions swirling within you.
“i do,” you said, your voice coming out desperate. “please,” you pleaded softly, each word dripping with a raw, unfiltered need that echoed in the quiet space between you. your eyes conveyed a silent plea, amplifying the urgency and vulnerability in your voice.
“so, so needy,” he smirked, peeling his lips from your body. in one swift motion, he flipped you both over, so you were lying on the mattress beneath him. he hovered above you, his arms on either side, creating a cage of warmth and desire. his eyes bore into yours, a mixture of amusement and hunger dancing in their depths.
he connected your lips together, the kiss a tantalizing dance of passion and restraint. his fingers toyed with the hem of your sweatpants, each touch a deliberate tease that sent shivers down your spine, heightening the anticipation with every passing second.
then, he disconnects his lips from yours, his eyes darkening with desire. with a fluid motion, he removes your shirt, allowing your breasts to spill free. he then reconnects his lips to one of your breasts, his tongue tracing delicate patterns. his other hand finds solace on the free breast, kneading and caressing with a tenderness that makes your breath hitch.
soft moans spilled from your lips as your fingers tangled in his hair, each touch sending shivers down your spine. the rhythm of your breaths intertwined with the gentle tugging, creating a symphony of passion and desire.
his tongue swirled around your nipple, eliciting a gasp from your lips. then, with a deliberate slowness, he disconnected his mouth from your breast and began to pull your sweatpants down, each movement charged with a tantalizing anticipation.
"let's try somethin' new, hm?" he cooed, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, his voice dripping with a tantalizing promise of uncharted pleasures.
he then slid down your underwear, discarding your clothes onto the ground with a practiced ease. as he shed his own pants, his boxers soon followed, leaving a trail of anticipation in their wake.
his length throbbed with an insistent pulse, the veins standing out prominently as evidence of his arousal. a bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, catching the light and hinting at the depth of his desire. each moment seemed to stretch, charged with the electric anticipation of what was to come.
his fingers deftly gathered your slick essence, bringing them to his lips with a deliberate slowness, savoring the taste. simultaneously, his throbbing tip, flushed with urgency, glided up and down your folds, teasingly exploring the contours with a tantalizing precision.
“d-don't tease," you pleaded desperately, your voice trembling with a mix of urgency and longing, each syllable a testament to your heightened desire.
"so needy," he tutted, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and desire. as he slid into you, he felt the warm, wet, spongy flesh envelop him, each sensation intensifying the connection between you.
you let out a moan, a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips, as you felt him stretch you. the sensation was both overwhelming and intoxicating, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through your body, each movement deepening the connection and heightening the intensity of your shared experience.
he let out a guttural moan, the sound reverberating through the air, as his eyes fluttered shut in response to the soft moan that escaped your lips.
for a few minutes, your core desperately ached with need, a throbbing intensity that seemed to consume you. with confusion and a hint of desperation, you asked, "w-why aren't you m-moving?" you stuttered, your voice emerging as a slight moan, a blend of pleasure and pain that echoed through the room.
"m'not planning on moving," he smirked, his voice dripping with a mix of mischief and control. he slowly laid next to you, his body aligning with yours as he gently turned you slightly, ensuring his movements were deliberate and measured.
each shift was calculated, a dance of restraint and intention, as he tried his best not to disturb the delicate balance. a soft groan escaped his lips, resonating with the tension and desire that hung thick in the air, amplifying the intensity of the moment.
he pulled the blanket over both of you, enveloping your intertwined forms in a cocoon of warmth. your body heat mingled together, creating a shared sanctuary of comfort and intimacy beneath the soft fabric, as the world outside seemed to fade away.
"w-what?" you stammered out, your voice trembling and barely audible, as confusion and surprise intertwined in your words.
"g’night, baby," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder. he then wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer in a protective embrace.
i saw a taylor swift video that said "how it feels to be a fan of a woman that actually enjoys putting out music" nd it was talking about how she released like 3 films, 9 albums, and almost 200 songs
canv you write something like you did for chris but instead of y/n being a part of a really wealthy fam, its her being the daughter of a pastor and matt is just a bad influence and has a motorcycle and her dad just doesnt like him
BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM!
❐ summary » in the heart of an opulent estate, y/n lives a life of privilege as the daughter of a revered pastor. her days are filled with the expectations and responsibilities that come with her family's wealth and reputation. however, her world takes a tumultuous turn when she crosses paths with matt, a rebellious soul with a penchant for danger. despite her father's vehement disapproval and stern warnings, y/n finds herself irresistibly drawn to matt.
❐ pairings » bf!matt x fem!reader
❐ warnings » not meant for everyone! arguing, blasphemy, mentions of religion, sneaking out
❐ a/n && w/c » training today killed me • 2.48k
your pen glided gracefully across the pristine pages of your notebook, each stroke a delicate dance as you poured your thoughts into your schoolwork.
but then, as the ambient silence enveloped your thoughts, you heard a subtle yet distinct tap on your window, breaking the stillness and drawing your attention away from the page.
you furrowed your eyebrows in curiosity, casting a glance at the clock. 1:15 am. the late hour added a layer of intrigue to the unexpected sound, heightening your sense of wonder and caution.
you averted your gaze to the window, only to find matt standing there, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, his eyes twinkling with unspoken secrets and a hint of playful defiance.
your eyes immediately widened in surprise, darting towards the door in a fleeting moment of uncertainty before returning to him, where his presence seemed to command your attention and curiosity.
"c'mon... open it, princess," he coaxed, his voice dripping with a blend of challenge and allure. yet, you shook your head, a silent defiance shimmering in your eyes.
your dad was already disapproving enough, his stern gaze and furrowed brows a constant reminder of his unyielding expectations and silent judgments.
“i drove all the way over here," he said, his words laced with a subtle plea, which stirred a pang of guilt within you, making you acutely aware of the effort he had expended.
"c'mon, angel. it's chilly out here," he implored, his eyes a silent symphony of pleading and vulnerability.
you bit your lip, fingers trembling as they clutched the gold cross pendant adorning your neck, its cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin. the weight of unspoken thoughts pressed down on you, compelling you to rise.
each step toward the window felt deliberate, as though you were crossing an invisible threshold. the world beyond the glass seemed to beckon, a silent witness to the turmoil within.
you unlatched the window and pushed it open, the cool night air rushing in. "what are you doing here?" you asked, your voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, each word carrying the weight of unspoken questions.
"just thought i'd come by and see my favorite angel," matt teased, a playful glint in his eyes. you chuckled, rolling your eyes, and stepped aside, allowing him to climb in. as he did, you closed the window behind him, the sound of the latch clicking into place punctuating the moment.
you cast a nervous glance toward the door, your heart pounding in your chest. "you know my dad doesn’t approve of you being here," you whispered, the weight of forbidden rendezvous hanging heavily in the air.
he chuckled, leaning against the window sill with a casual air that belied the tension of the moment. "yeah, i know. that's part of the fun, don't you think?" he replied, his voice laced with a mischievous undertone.
you shifted uneasily, the weight of the gold cross around your neck growing heavier with each passing second. "i don't want to get in trouble, matt. i don't want my dad to be mad at me," you murmured, the anxiety threading through your voice like a delicate, fraying tapestry.
matt leaned against the wall, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. "you know, every time i see you, you just get more beautiful," he said, his voice low and teasing, each word dripping with a playful charm that made your heart skip a beat.
you blushed, looking away as the heat rose to your cheeks. "matt, you really shouldn't be here. if my dad finds out..." you trailed off, the unspoken consequences hanging heavily in the air.
he chuckled, stepping closer with a confidence that seemed to defy the tension in the room. "your dad doesn't scare me. but you... you, on the other hand, are a different story," he murmured, his voice laced with a blend of admiration and playful challenge.
you rolled your eyes, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "you're impossible," you said, your voice tinged with a mix of exasperation and reluctant amusement.
"impossible to resist, maybe," he said, his tone dripping with playful arrogance. "come on, don't you like a little danger?"
you shook your head, but couldn't suppress the grin that spread across your face. "you're such a bad influence," you said, your voice betraying a mix of amusement and reluctant admiration.
"maybe," he replied, his hand brushing lightly against yours. "but you love it. admit it," he continued, his voice a soft murmur that carried both challenge and affection.
he took another step closer, his breath warm against your ear as his arms encircled your waist, pulling you gently into his embrace. "do you ever think about what it would be like if we didn't have to sneak around?"
your heart raced, the proximity muddling your thoughts and making it hard to think clearly. "matt, we can't..."
"can't or won't?" he whispered, his lips almost grazing your skin as he leaned in closer, his breath warm and tantalizing. "there's a difference, you know."
you shivered, the line between right and wrong blurring with every passing second as his presence enveloped you. "this is crazy."
"crazy good," he murmured, his fingers lightly tracing your arm in a delicate dance that sent shivers down your spine. "i can't stop thinking about you, about us."
you stayed silent, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air. silence enveloped the both of you, a palpable tension filling the space as you looked up at him with unsure eyes. before you could respond, he let out a soft curse under his breath, frustration evident in the tightness of his jaw and the furrow of his brow.
"matt! that's a bad word," you scolded, a mix of shock and amusement dancing in your voice, your eyes widening slightly as you tried to mask a smile.
he laughed, clearly delighted by your reaction. "you know what your dad hates far more than bad words?" he asked, his fingers gently playing with the cross pendant around your neck, the cool metal brushing against your skin.
he paused, letting his hand linger there, feeling the rapid beat of your pulse beneath his fingertips. "if your dad were to walk through the door at this very moment and saw me standing so close to you, he'd be furious." he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "doesn't that thrill you, angel?"
your heart skipped a beat, a flutter of confusion and excitement mingling within you, but you shook your head, trying to steady your breath. "i don't want my dad to be mad at me," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking louder might break the fragile resolve you were clinging to.
matt's expression softened, though his eyes still held that teasing spark. "your dad would be so upset," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "he'd see you as a disappointment. a disappointment for letting a rotten sinner like me into your room." his gaze lingered on you, a mix of mockery and genuine curiosity, as if he were testing the boundaries of your defiance.
you took a step back, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on you like a heavy shroud. "i think you should go," you said, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to maintain your composure. the room seemed to close in around you, every shadow and flicker of light amplifying the tension between you.
for a moment, he looked like he might argue, his eyes narrowing as if considering a retort. but then, with a resigned sigh, he nodded. "alright, angel. i'll see you later," he said, his voice softening as he turned away, the door closing behind him with a quiet finality.
»--•--«
the ensuing dawn unfurled with a haunting familiarity, as if the very threads of time had conspired to weave the same intricate pattern into the ever-unfolding tapestry of your existence, each moment a reflection of the day that had come before.
delicate, barely discernible taps reached your ears, compelling your gaze to drift languidly toward the window. there, suffused in the ethereal glow of the moon, stood matt, a tender smile dancing upon his lips, as if the very night itself conspired to frame this moment in a dreamlike reverie.
your eyes meandered towards the clock, its hands inexorably marking the passage of time with an unyielding certainty. the lateness of the hour was inescapable.
you released a soft, reluctant sigh, rising from your seat with a sense of inexorable inevitability. as you approached the window, you opened it with a gentle, almost reverent motion. "matt... we talked about this," you murmured, your voice scarcely more than a whisper, carried by the night’s quiet breath.
he climbed in with a mischievous grin, effortlessly dismissing your concern. "come on, let's just go around town. it'll be fun, i promise," he urged, his voice brimming with an infectious enthusiasm that seemed almost impossible to resist.
you crossed your arms, a gesture of steadfast resolve. "matt, we can't keep doing this. it's not right," you said, your voice tinged with a mix of frustration and concern.
he stepped closer, his gaze locking onto yours with an alluring blend of charm and determination. "please? just this once more. i promise, it'll be worth it," he implored, his voice weaving a spell that was difficult to break.
you hesitated, the weight of yesterday's conversation still fresh in your mind. yet, the way he looked at you, with that spark of adventure and mischief, began to chip away at your resolve. you sighed once more, feeling your defenses crumble under the pressure of his gaze.
"alright," you finally conceded, your voice barely a whisper, laden with the remnants of internal conflict and reluctant acceptance.
matt's face lit up with triumph, a gleam of victory dancing in his eyes. he stepped even closer, the space between you shrinking to a whisper. his fingers, gentle yet deliberate, brushed against your neck as he carefully unclasped the cross necklace you always wore.
with an almost reverent touch, he placed it on your desk, the act imbued with a silent promise that this moment, this secret, would remain just between the two of you. the air was thick with unspoken words, and the weight of his gesture hung heavily in the room.
"let's go," he whispered, his voice a soft caress against the silence. taking your hand in his, you both slipped into the night with the stealth of shadows. the world outside your window, shrouded in mystery and moonlight, awaited the adventures that lay ahead, each step a promise of the unknown.
»--•--«
two hours later, you surreptitiously slipped back into your room, the nascent light of dawn beginning to unfurl across the horizon. as you gingerly closed the window, endeavoring to avoid any telltale creaks, a voice emerged from the shadows behind you.
"y/n."
you froze, the chill of realization seeping into your bones. turning slowly, you beheld your father standing there, holding up your cross necklace. his eyes, typically brimming with kindness, now harbored a tempest of disappointment and anger.
"you went out with matt, didn't you?" he accused, his voice a low but resolute murmur. "how could you? you know how i feel about him."
"dad, i—" you began, but he interrupted, his stern gaze silencing your words.
"he's not good for you. he's dragging you down a path you don't belong on. you're better than this, y/n. you're better than him." he exclaimed, his grip tightening around the gold necklace, the metal glinting ominously in the dim light.
your heart pounded in your chest, a tumultuous blend of guilt and defiance coursing through your veins. "you don't understand," you shot back. "matt's not perfect, but he's... he's more than what you think he is."
"he's tainted," your dad insisted, his grip tightening on the necklace, the tension palpable in the air. "and he's tainting you. this isn't who you are."
tears welled up in your eyes, but you resolutely refused to let them fall, holding onto your last vestige of composure. "if all you want is a life painted in shades of gray for me, then it's just white noise. i need color, i need to make my own choices."
"those choices will lead you away from everything you've been taught, everything that keeps you safe," he argued, his voice rising with each word, filling the room with an escalating tension. "matt is not the future you deserve."
"maybe not," you replied, your voice trembling yet imbued with an unwavering resolve. "but it's my future to decide, not yours."
"you are making a grave mistake," he said, his voice laden with an unyielding finality.
"if it's a mistake," you said, standing tall, exuding an air of unshakable determination, "then it's mine to make.”
your father’s eyes narrowed, a tempest of emotions swirling within them. "you don’t understand the gravity of what you’re saying."
"but daddy, i love him!" you cried out, the words cascading from the depths of your heart.
your father's face flushed a deeper crimson, and his voice erupted in a thunderous roar. "love? you think this is love? this boy is a danger to you, to everything we've built! he will ruin you, y/n! do you understand that?"
you stood your ground, tears streaming down your face but your resolve unshaken. "you don't know him like i do! he's not what you think. he's kind, he's caring, and he loves me too."
"kind? caring?" your father spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "a boy who sneaks around in the dead of night, who leads you away from your family, your responsibilities? that is not love, y/n! that is recklessness and folly!"
"why can't you see that i'm not a little girl anymore?" you shouted back, your voice breaking. "i have to make my own choices, my own mistakes. you can't protect me from everything!"
"i can protect you from this!" he bellowed. "i will not stand by and watch you throw your life away for some... some infatuation!"
"it's not an infatuation!" you screamed, your voice echoing through the house. "it's real, and it's mine. why can't you just trust me?"
"because you're blinded by emotions!" he yelled, his voice raw with frustration. "you can't see the danger, the consequences. and i can't just stand by and let you destroy yourself."
you took a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling hands. "then maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do. because i need to live my life, not the one you want for me."
with that, you pivoted and dashed out of your room, your father's yells fading into a distant, muffled echo as you descended the stairs and bolted out of the house.
