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dead man walking ΰ³ bondage, ghost!matt, medium!reader, perversion, praise, orgasm control, oral f!receiving, use of matthew instead of matt just to fit the time era. | wc. 2k
your whole life you've been able to hear and see things, things in which those around you couldn't even find themselves believing in half the time.
it was like, everything's heightened, every thought and feeling, whether it be your own or someone else's. it was felt it on a different level.
at times you couldn't help but sense that your emotions never truly belonged to you, someone or something else is always watching, mimicking, sharing every aspect of your life with you.
things got better when you met sam and colby, for the first time in what felt like forever, people understood you, understood you on a level only you thought yourself was able to display. the more videos you did with them, the closer you grew, not only to them but within yourself too. always thinking that you had a good understanding of your abilities, always so sure you could control everything.
with that being said it was more than an estatic feeling that travelled through your veins when sam and colby offered to have you as a guest for their first addition to "hell week". "of course! i'd be so honoured to." you type as the familiar feeling flows through the atmosphere, the feeling of home, they were your home.
weeks go by and the day finally arrives. packing your suitcase, gathering your energy and most importantly remembering to not be too hard on yourself, the tendency of wanting to people please to the best of your abilities to get answers and evidence has always been a disadvantage when it comes to paranormal settings.
ensuring you have your morning coffee before leaving, after staying up all night, not intentionally of course, it's never intentional. every time you closed your eyes whether it be last night trying to fall asleep or this morning trying to not fall asleep, the same images flash through your visionary. a face in which has become nothing but familiar since the night before, the same round glasses, piercing blue eyes and undeniable teasing energy. you were more than sure that he would be making an appearance tonight.
you step into the building in which sam was already busy setting up camera equipment and ect.
immediately you could feel him watching you, the same ambience in which you felt all around you just hours before. why you? was it just because he knew you could see him? or something more..
"what's up guys it's sam and colby!". just like that all connections broke, you didn't feel him anymore. almost dissapointed, you introduce yourself to the camera as if it doesn't recognise your face anyway.
"so we haven't told y/n anything about this building guys, are you picking up on anything yet?" colby asks you reluctantly, patiently, as if the answer was written on your expression.
"there's definitely a lot to unpack here, it feels like the buildings been waiting for me." you admit, making sure to add an insincere laugh after speaking, already aware of the predictable reaction in which has now already left sam and colbys mouths.
you didn't want to tell them about him, you didn't want to tell anyone. he felt like a secret that you couldn't share, because if you did he would disappear.
hours of investigating had gone past rather quickly, rem pods, music boxes, they all were used relentlessly, going off in certain areas, staying silent in others.
but no matter where you went, you never stopped feeling him follow you, he didn't mutter a word, not out loud nor into the equipment that the two that made company brought with them. he knew that either way you would be aware of his presence.
every beep, every footstep, you secretly hoped it was him. the need to communicate with whoever his is became unbearable, so much so that you didn't hesitate to volunteer when the question was raised :
"so who wants to do the estes method?"
your answer was so instant you weren't even sure who had asked.
"me! i-i'll do it." your vocalize quicker than intended, trying to remain contained. you were never one to like being alone in these types of places, always unsure what would be free to accompany you. today was different, you knew exactly who would come and you wanted it.
sam and colby claimed to "love your energy" as they handed you a camera, blindfold and headphones. they walked you over to the space in which he was already sat, waiting for you. a wooden chair placed in the middle of the room, a neatly placed rope laying comfortably on it.
"just tell me if it's too tight okay?" sam spoke in between movements as he wrapped the rope around the chair in which you were now imbedded in. you nod, chest growing heavier, not because of the rope or blindfold not even because of the dark that surrounded you, but because no matter what his eyes never left you, almost burning into the back of your head.
now left alone, the only light coming from your camera, peeking through your blindfold ever so slightly. your hands tied behind the chair, unable to break free, unconsciously trying just to see if he's still behind you.
"why do you keep following me? what do you want?"
walking in front of you, pace slow and assertive. "the question is, what do you want? you're not the only one who can pick up on energy you know." now kneeling between your thighs, steadily tracing messy circles around your knee, causing your skin to crawl in vulnerability, breath hitched as he lifts your blindfold off. "there's my pretty girl." he exhales, almost in a relieved manner to finally be directly sat before you.
"who are you? what do you want with me?" there's a number of questions racing through your mind but those two stand out as the most significant. breath now so heavy you're certain your heart could jump out of your chest at any moment, right into his hands.
a light, sultry chuckle leaves his parted lips, maintaining a permanent focus on the way your thighs clench ever so slightly when his fingers stroke further against your skin. "my names matthew, sweetheart, i'm not gonna hurt you there's no need to worry about that." usually you're so good at understanding the goals of those dead who walk among us, but with your newly introduced craving, there's just no knowing.
"what are you going to do to me." cracking through your defenceless vocal chords, turning your head away from the sight as a singular tear falls down your cheek, it's not that you feel unsafe, the most you can figure out is that he has no real intent of harming you, it's the feeling of disgust you hold toward yourself for accepting that you wouldn't be opposed to fulfilling his wishes, a people pleaser, like always.
"oh dear there's no need to be afraid, i wanna make you feel good, you want that don't you?" you couldn't deny the soaking desire growing between your legs, 'this is sick.' you think to yourself, nodding pathetically as matthew places his hand softly between your knees, looking up at you for approval. a perverted, gasp like sigh leaves his mouth, sending a cold chill between your thighs. "no underwear, you were waiting for me to have you like this, weren't you? so naughty.."
"matthew please i just want-" submissively whimpering under your uneasy breath. "shhhh it's okay sweetheart i know, i just wanna take my time with you that's all." he softly replies to your begs, his tone careful, focused.
you've never been one to have sex, and when you do it's extremely vanilla, the only vile acts have always stayed strictly in your imagination. though here you are, tied to a chair, unable to move or touch yourself, your two closest friends just seconds away, ready to be used by your very own dead man walking. even the thought of it driving you crazy. if only sam and colby knew the amount of paranormal activity happening between your wet cunt.
"tell me sweet girl, what would you like me to do to you hm?" matthew teases, is it your shaking legs that gives it away or the way your nipples remain hard under your shirt. "use your big girl words hun otherwise i can't give you want you want"
"touch me..please god i need you to touch me" throwing your head back in anticipation. slow kisses, placed delicately along your thighs, working his way up, taking his time just as he said he would. his tongue finding its way to your clit, savouring your flavour as he glides his fingers up and down your legs. "such an innocent girl, pussy tastes so sweet just f'me.."
wailing under his touch, praying for the one thing keeping you from pushing his tongue further breaks loose, but the rope stays intact. his tone, his mannerisms, so cold yet so scorching to live a second without.
"matt-i'm gonna..fuck please don't stop!" crying with no care for maintaining a safe volume, legs shuddering as his tongue circles over your clit rhythmically, fingers sliding in out of your dripping pussy, scooping upwards as he hits your g spot with discretion. he's so careful with the way he caresses you, as if he could ruin you any minute, like you're a porcelain doll waiting to be broken then glued back together.
the knot growing in your stomach is much heavier than it is when your simply touching yourself at home, its filthier, your morals tell you it's so wrong yet your body is telling you just how right it is. "not yet dear, want to get you as worked up as possible." matthew remarks, detaching himself from your heat of want, he tears a patch of his shirt, cleaning you up, somehow in a softer fashion than he was displaying just seconds ago. how can such a devil be so gentle? "matthew? where-where are you going please i need-" you squeal, watching him walk away from you, toward the door. "your friends are returning my angel, i'll be back the moment you crave me, you have my word."
so close yet so far, standing at the doorway, his thumb rested on the handle, out of reach and soon to be out of sight. with that being that you hear sam and colby's frantic yells and laughs echo down the staircase, their voices directly leading themselves to your ears. your cunt pulsing, longing for matthew, you were left a mess, more of a mess than he had made you. though that was his plan all along, wasn't it?
sam opens the door, walking past matthew without a care in the world, you can't imagine ever being able to walk past him and not go insane with the need to let him destroy you and patch you up afterwards.
"so how was it?" colby interrupts your attempts to stabilise your breath. you hadn't thought, hadn't realised. your eyes dart directly to sam's camera, in which had been filming your entire encounter with a ghost that could change their careers forever. sam picks up the camera as colby unties you.
"wait!" odd looks shot your way, taken aback by your sudden burst of energy. "i'll-ill hold the camera, and edit it as soon as i get home, save you all the trouble." eyes widening when you see him, stood smirking proudly behind the boys. "okay... y/n are you feeling good you seem a little shaken?" colby questions, visibly concerned. you figured it wouldn't be hard to make a story up, you've seen over a hundered ghost movies, at least one of the plots will be able to cover up what truly happened here tonight.
"yeah no i'm-i'm good, i'll give you guys a rundown when we're in the car? i just wanna get out of here first." you lie through your teeth, you're in fact not good, tired yes, good no. though your body's burnt out physically, your mind is sending itself into an overdrive of questions. all in which you're sure you would have the chance to ask, sooner than you think.
au: i feel like ghost!matt is giving elijah from tvd or am i just insane... hope you guys liked this, she's a long one! also i know the actual smut scene is lwk rushed but im thinking of letting ghost!matt stay for a while..
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