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Meet Ashlee !!
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WHEREVER YOU ARE
a forbidden love story staring nurse!matt and patient!reader
Chapter 8 - Trouble
The clock on the wall read 2:15 AM. For the first two hours of his shift, Matt had tried to be a professional. He had checked his other patients, answered calls, and organized the supply closet.. anything to distract himself from the magnetic pull of the door at the end of the hall.
But the temptation was too strong.The terrifying stakes of life and death had finally lowered, leaving room for the raw, unspoken tension that had been building between you for weeks.
When he finally slipped into your room under the pretense of a "routine check," you were sitting up in bed, waiting for him. You weren't the fragile, terrified patient from a few nights ago. You looked radiant in the dim blue light, a playful spark in your eyes that challenged him the moment he closed the distance to your bedside.
"Checking my vitals again, Nurse Matt?" you had teased, your voice a low, sultry challenge in the quiet room. "Or are you just making excuses?"
Matt had huffed a soft laugh, setting his clipboard down on the tray table with a deliberate clack. "I’m always... doing my job."
"Is it your job to look at me like that?" you countered, your eyes dropping to his lips before rising back to meet his gaze.
That was the breaking point. The weeks of professional distance, the careful touches during dressing changes, the lingering glances at the nursing station, it all evaporated. Matt didn't answer with words. He took a single stride forward, reached down, and took your hand, pulling you slightly forward.
"No," he whispered, his voice thick and rough. "This part isn't the job."
You didn't pull away. Instead, your fingers tightened around his, your breath hitching as he leaned in close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his skin. The playful banter vanished, replaced by an intoxicating, heavy gravity that pulled both of you under. "Matt," you murmured, your heart rate already starting to rhythmically accelerate on the monitor behind him. "If anyone walks in—"
"They won't," he broke in, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your knees weak even while sitting. He reached over with his free hand, his fingers sweeping across the control panel of the heart monitor, skillfully turning the audible alarm volume down to absolute zero. He didn't want the machine interrupting what was about to happen.
He stepped out of his shoes, letting them drop silently to the floor. Then, he moved the heavy wooden door, pushing it firmly until the latch clicked into place, locking out the rest of the hospital. The door was shut. Not cracked, not left on the latch, but fully closed a reckless, silent declaration of privacy that violated every fire code and hospital policy in the book.
He was leaning over the bed, his large frame cast in a sharp silhouette by the blue glow of the ventilator display. His hands, usually so calculated and precise when handling needles or tubing, were tangled in your hair, his fingers gripping the strands with a quiet, desperate intensity.
The kiss wasn't soft, and it wasn't a gentle promise of a future outside the hospital walls. It was heavy, heated. His lips pressed against yours with a fierce, possessive hunger, while your hands locked into the fabric of his dark blue scrubs, pulling him down until his chest crushed against yours.
"Matt," you breathed against his mouth, a tiny, fractured sound that was immediately swallowed by his lips molding over yours again.
He groaned softly, a low vibration in his throat, his knee climbing onto the edge of the narrow mattress to anchor himself closer to you. He shifted his weight, his hands sliding down from your hair to cup your jaw, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones as he tilted your head to deepen the kiss. The static electricity of the thin hospital blanket hummed between you, matching the frantic, irregular rhythm of your pulse.
On the monitor behind his shoulder, the heart rate numbers climbed.. 98, 105, 112 the little green line spiking in jagged peaks. Matt chuckled. And turned the volume down.
Your lips parted, your breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as Matt’s mouth moved down from your lips, trailing a line of burning kisses along your jawline to the sensitive skin of your neck. A soft sigh escaped your throat, your fingers tightening convulsively on his shoulders, burying into the cotton of his uniform.
"There gonna notice your gone," you whispered into the dark, your voice thick and breathless, though your body was arching up into his touch, completely contradicting the warning.
"Oh well" Matt murmured, his voice a rough rasp against your skin. He pressed a hard, lingering kiss to the hollow of your collarbone, his thumb smoothing over the edge of your hospital gown, sliding it just slightly off your shoulder. "I don't care. I don't care about anything else right now."
He pulled back just enough to look down at you, his eyes dark, blown out, and entirely unguarded. His chest was heaving, his mouth swollen from yours, a stray strand of his mussed hair falling across his forehead. He looked completely unraveled, stripped of the clinical armor he wore like a shield every single day. “You have no idea how hard it’s been for me to stay professional”
He leaned down to capture your mouth again, his hands sliding down to wrap firmly around your waist, lifting you slightly off the pillows to bring you flush against his chest. The kiss turned deeper, more urgent, the heat in the room rising until the sterilized air felt thick and suffocating.
Click. The lock unlatched.. The sound of the heavy wooden door handle compressing was like a gunshot. Matt froze instantly, his entire body rigid as iron. Before his brain could even process the movement, his clinical instincts took over, and he wrenched himself backward, his feet hitting the floor with a heavy, uncoordinated thud as he staggered away from the bed.
The door swung open, the harsh, bright light from the hallway flooding into the room like an accusation.
Standing in the doorway, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, was Sarah. The charge nurse's face was cast in a mask of absolute, freezing stone. Her sharp eyes darted from the off center hospital bed, to your flushed face and tangled hair and finally to Matt, whose scrubs were wrinkled, his breathing heavy, and his jaw covered in the phantom flush of your skin.
The silence that followed was absolute, heavier than any flatline. Sarah didn't yell. She didn't make a scene. She simply looked at Matt, her eyes narrowing into a look of profound, professional disgust. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the edge of the doorframe.
"My office, Matthew," Sarah said, her voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper that cut through the room like a scalpel. "Now."
She turned on her heel and walked away, her clogs clicking a steady, ominous rhythm down the hall. Matt stood paralyzed for a fraction of a second, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the IV pole to steady his shaking hands. He looked back at you, his eyes filled with a sudden, crashing panic, before he smoothed down his scrubs, grabbed his shoes, and stepped out into the blinding light to face the end of his world. “Shit.. Matt? What’s gonna happen”
He turned back to you “I’m not sure.. but I’ll handle it… get some rest.” he said before heading to the office where Sarah was already sitting behind the desk, her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. "Sit down, Matt."
He sat. The room was silent, expect for the hum of the air conditioning. "I’ve been looking over the logs for Room 412," she began, her voice professional and devoid of emotion. "You’ve spent forty percent more time in that room than any other patient on your rotation. You’ve been seen entering without a medical purpose. You’ve been seen exiting at times that don't align with your schedule."
"She’s a high risk patient," Matt began, but Sarah held up a hand.
"She is a stable patient who is showing remarkable improvement," Sarah corrected. "Which makes your extra care look less like clinical necessity and more like a personal attachment? There have been rumors Matt. And the cameras don't lie even if the footage is grainy at 3:00 am I’ve catched multiple times you entering her room despite being off shift. "
Matt opened his mouth to defend himself, but the words died in his throat. What could he say? That he loved the way you smiled when you were half asleep? That he couldn't stand the thought of you waking up in the dark alone?
"You are a stellar nurse, Matt. One of the best we have," Sarah said, her tone softening just a fraction. "Which is why I’m giving you a choice. I’m not filing a formal report with the board… yet. but as of tomorrow, you are being moved to the Surgical Recovery ward in the South Wing. You are to have zero contact with the patient in 412. No visits, no 'checking in,' and certainly no midnight rescues."
The South Wing. It was on the other side of the hospital. He wouldn't hear your alarms. He wouldn't see your smile. He wouldn't be the one to hold your hand when the world felt too big.
"Sarah, please," Matt said, his voice cracking. "She’s just getting her strength back. A change in the care team now could-"
"A change in the care team is exactly what she needs to maintain her professional boundaries," Sarah snapped, her patience finally wearing thin. "If I see you anywhere near this ward after 3pm today, I will personally see to it that your license is revoked before the sun goes down. Do I make myself clear?" Matt stared at her, his vision blurring with a mixture of rage and grief. "Clear," he whispered.
He walked out of the office, his world crumbling around him. He had one hour left on his shift. One hour to say goodbye without actually saying it. He didn't go back to the station. He walked straight to Room 412. He didn't go inside. He couldn't. Sarah was watching.
He stood at the small glass window in the door, his hand pressed against the cool surface. Inside, you were still asleep, a plush bear he brought you form the gift shop was tucked under your arm. You looked so peaceful, so full of the future they had whispered about in the dark. He stayed there for a long minute, his breath fogging the glass.
"I’ll always look out for you" he mouthed to the empty air, before turning away and walking toward the South Wing, his heart breaking in a way that no medicine could ever fix.
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i’m sorry this is so funny to me lmfao
Our man doesn't have herpes thank you very much 😭
so emo right now don’t talk to me 😭😭😭😭
🌈 Happy Pride Month
To everyone of my followers in the community, whether you’re out to the world, still closeted or quietly questioning, you are accepted here. Your journey is yours alone and it’s valid.
You are seen. you belong. You are valued. You are loved. 🏳️🌈💖
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Happy Pride Month baby! Love you😘🩵
Love you more babygirl🩷😘
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this was absolutely gorgeous, thank you so much ash🩷🩷
-🐞anon
You’re welcome, very glad you enjoyed!!
🌈 Happy Pride Month
To everyone of my followers in the community, whether you’re out to the world, still closeted or quietly questioning, you are accepted here. Your journey is yours alone and it’s valid.
You are seen. you belong. You are valued. You are loved. 🏳️🌈💖
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our story
summary: you and Matt discuss childhood memories on your wedding day. this story has a lot of flashbacks so flashbacks will be written in this light grey.
requested here also inspired by the song “it’s nice to have a friend”
A soft glow casted over you from the string lights draped across the ceeling. Laughter rippled through the small crowd as the last notes of your first dance faded. You were still wrapped in Matt’s arms, forehead resting against his, when the clinking of forks against glasses began. Matt smiled down at you, that same quiet, steady smile he’d had since you were kids. “They’re not gonna let us sit down until we kiss again.”
You laughed, rising onto your toes to meet him. The kiss was soft, familiar, and still made your chest flutter like it did the first time.
From the head table, Chris stood up first, tapping the mic with a grin. Nick was already smirking beside him, adjusting his tie. “Alright, alright,” Chris started. “For those who don’t know… which is impossible because we’ve told this story a million times… these two have been glued at the hip since they were like, twelve.”
Nick leaned into the mic. “Actually, it was 4th grade so they were 9... I remember because Matt came home soaked and tried to hide the fact he walked a girl home in the snow.” A ripple of laughter went through the guests. You glanced at Matt. He was already looking at you, eyes warm with the memory.
The final bell rang and you pulled your coat tighter around yourself. Snow had started falling halfway through last period, fat flakes that stuck to everything. You were halfway down the sidewalk when you heard sneakers crunching behind you. “Hey? Wait up!” Matt jogged to catch up, cheeks already pink from the cold. His backpack was slung over one shoulder, scarf loose around his neck like he’d thrown it on in a rush.
“You’re going this way, right?” he asked, falling into step beside you. “Can I walk with you? I don’t wanna walk alone” You’d only had a few classes together, but he was the quiet kid who always shared his notes when you forgot yours. “Yeah,” you said, a little shy.
You walked in comfortable silence for a while, the snow muting the world around you. At one point your foot slipped on ice. Matt’s hand shot out instantly, catching your elbow. “Oh no! Careful” he murmured, not letting go until you were steady “oh you lost your glove.. here you can burrow mine.” the time you reached your street, your fingers were numb but your chest felt warm. He waited until you were safely on your porch before giving you a small wave. “Wanna play sometime?”
“Yeah!”
Nick took the mic again. “Fast forward a few years and these two idiots were still pretending they were just friends. We all knew. Chris and I had a betting pool on when they’d finally admit it.” Chris snorted. “I lost twenty bucks because Matt’s emotionally constipated.” Matt groaned, burying his face in your shoulder while the crowd laughed. You rubbed his back, giggling.
One summer night, you both were on the roof your legs dangling over the edge, sharing a pair of earbuds. Matt was quieter than usual, picking at the label on his soda can. “You ever think about how long we’ve been doing this?” he asked suddenly. “Doing what?”
“Just… being there. For each other.”
You looked at him. The streetlight caught the side of his face, highlighting the way his jaw had sharpened over the last year. “Yeah,” you said softly. “All the time.”
He swallowed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
The words hung there, heavier than they should’ve been for two best friends. Your heart hammered against your ribs. You wanted to say something, anything, but the fear of ruining what you had kept you quiet. Matt turned his head. For a second, his eyes dropped to your lips.
Then Chris yelled from inside the house, “stop making out you too, and come play Mariokart with us!” and the moment shattered into laughter and embarrassed silence.
Chris was speaking again, “Matt’s always been the quiet one but with her… he lights up. She’s been his safe place since day one. We’ve watched them go from walking home in the snow to… this.” He gestured at the two of you. “It’s beautiful.”
Nick nodded, taking the mic. “To the girl who’s been putting up with our brother since high school, and to Matt who took forever to admit. We love you both. Now let’s stop being sappy and start the party.” Glasses raised. Cheers rang out.
Matt pulled you closer, lips brushing your temple. “They’re not wrong,” he whispered. “I was an idiot for a long time not admitting earlier.” You smiled, squeezing his hand. “We both were.”
The confession happened during a school camp.. of course. You were arguing about something stupid… college choices and the fear of growing old. “I can’t keep doing this,” Matt said, water dripping from his hair. “Pretending like I don’t—"
“Don’t what?” you challenged, heart in your throat. “Like I don’t love you,” he finished, voice breaking. “Not just as my best friend. I’m in love with you. I think I have been for years.” You stared at him, rain mixing with the tears on your cheeks. Then you kissed him. Messy, desperate, perfect. His hands cupped your face like you were something precious. When you pulled back, he was smiling so wide it made your chest ache. “Took you long enough, Sturniolo.”
The present came back into focus as the DJ announced it was time for the speeches to wrap up. Chris and Nick hugged you both tightly. “Welcome to the family officially,” Nick said. “Though you’ve been stuck with us for years.”
Matt’s hand found yours again as you sat back down. The cake was brought out, soft music playing in the background. You leaned into his side, his arm around your shoulders like it belonged there. “Remember when we were just kids walking home in the snow?” you asked.
He hummed, pressing his lips to your hair. “Yeah. Best decision I ever made was catching up to you that day.” You looked up at him, eyes shining. “It’s nice to have a friend.”
Matt’s smile was soft, full of years of love finally spoken out loud. “It’s even better to have a wife.”
He kissed you again, while the lights glow and your friends cheered. every step had led here and it was perfect.
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HII AAASHHH how aree yooou???
im baaaackkk, exam season is keeping me in lock down, but it calmed down a bit so i wanted to request something.....if that's ok
i was wondering if you could please write a childhood friends to lovers with matt, based on the song 'its nice to have a friend' by taylor swift? could be in their wedding and they remember different memories of them based on the lyrics, like how they met in winter walking home from highschool, when they realized how they felt about each other, their confession, when they took the first step into a relationship and how they got to get married. (would love some interaction with chris and nick too, like them giving grooms speech and stuff).
totally cool if you dont want to write it tho 🩷🩷
-🐞anon
hello ladybug!! I hope your exams are going well. Here is the fic!!
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · our story · summary: you and Matt discuss childhood memories on your wedding day. this story has a lot of flashbacks so fla
BEG FOR IT
staring puppy!matt
warnings: 18+ SMUT, petplay, handjob, edging, orgasm control, degradation.
You and Matt are curled up on the couch in the glow of the TV, some steamy rom com playing that’s clearly getting to him. His breathing has been uneven for the last ten minutes, and you’ve caught the way he keeps shifting his hips, trying to subtly adjust himself in his sweats. The obvious bulge is impossible to miss.
You smirk, pausing the movie. “Aw, what’s wrong, puppy?” you coo voice sweet as you turn to face him. “Did the movie make my pup all excited?”
Matt’s face flushes, his eyes darting away. “I’m fine,” he mumbles, but the way he presses his thighs together says otherwise.
You click your tongue. “Don’t lie to me.” You reach over and grab the black leather collar from the side table, along with the matching clip on dog ears. Matt’s expression twists a little.
“Come here, pup. Sit.”
He hesitates for half a second before sliding off the couch and onto the floor in front of you, kneeling. You lean forward and fasten the collar snugly around his throat, then clip the floppy black ears onto his hair. He looks so pretty like this. “Good boy,” you praise, running your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly on the ears. “Now… look at me.”
Matt lifts his gaze, embarrassed but clearly aching. You spread your legs slightly and pat your thigh. “Closer, puppy. Come.” He shuffles forward on his knees until he’s between your legs, hands resting on his own thighs like the obedient pet he is. You cup his jaw, thumb stroking his cheek. “You’re so hard it hurts, huh? Poor thing. You want my help?”
He nods quickly.
“Use your words, pup.”
“Please…” His voice is already breathy. “Please help me.”
You smile, reaching down to palm him through his sweats. He twitches hard at the contact, letting out a shaky exhale. “Beg properly.”
Matt’s cheeks burn darker. “Please… I need it. I’ll be good, just please help me.”
“Better.” You tug his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his cock, already leaking and flushed. Your hand wraps around him, stroking slowly from base to tip. Matt groans, head tipping back slightly. You pump him with steady, teasing strokes, watching every reaction. The second his hips lift, chasing your fist, you pull your hand away completely.
“Ah, down puppy,” you scold gently, pressing your palm flat against his lower stomach to push his hips back down. “If you don’t behave I can’t help you. stay still.”
Matt whines, the sound pathetic and needy. “Sorry, I’ll stay still. Please don’t stop…”
You click your tongue again but reward him by wrapping your fingers back around his cock, stroking a little faster this time. His thighs tremble with the effort of keeping his hips planted on the floor. Every time he slips up, every tiny involuntary thrust makes you stop again, sometimes squeezing the base to keep him right on the edge without letting him tip over.
“Down,” you repeat firmly when he bucks again. “If you’re going to cum you gotta like a good puppy or not at all. Stay.”
Matt’s breathing is ragged, little whimpers slipping out as you edge him over and over. The collar shifts against his throat every time he swallows hard, and the dog ears move with every frustrated shake of his head. “Please… I’m trying so hard,” he pants, voice cracking. “I’ll be still, I swear. Just let me cum, please—”
You lean down, kissing his forehead right between the ears. “That’s my good pup. Now keep those hips down and I’ll give you what you need.” Your hand starts moving again, slick and relentless, while Matt bites his lip hard, fighting every instinct to thrust into your fist like the desperate puppy he is. Matt’s breathing is ragged, his chest rising and falling quickly under the collar. The little silver tag on it jingles softly every time he shifts.
“That’s it, puppy,” you murmur, voice low and sweet. “Stay nice and still for me. Good pup.”
Matt nods frantically, biting down on his lower lip. His thighs are trembling with the effort of keeping his hips pinned to the floor. You twist your wrist on the upstroke, thumb brushing over his leaking tip, spreading the precum down his length. Matt’s eyes flutter shut, soft gasps and whimpers spilling from his lips as he fights to keep his hips still, tears of frustration gathering at the corners of his eyes.
Finally, when he’s a trembling, whimpering mess you decide to take pity.
“Alright, sweet pup,” you coo, stroking him fast and steady. “You’ve been so patient. You can cum now but keep those hips down.”
Matt nods desperately, whispering broken thank yous as your hand flies up and down his cock. His whole body is wound tight, fighting every instinct. You lean down and kiss between the dog ears. “Come on, puppy. Cum for me.”
With a choked cry, Matt finally tips over the edge. His cock pulses hard in your grip as he cums in thick ropes over your hand and his own stomach, hips twitching but managing barely to stay planted on the floor. You keep stroking him through it until he’s cries from overstimulation, then slow to gentle pets along his length. You wipe your hand on his thigh and scratch behind the clip on ears.
“Good boy,” you praise softly. “Such a good puppy for me.”
Matt slumps forward, resting his flushed cheek against your thigh, panting heavily. The collar and ears still on him as he nuzzles into you, spent and obedient.
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Whoa OMFG your theme EATSS!!! 👏🏻👏🏻
thankyou sm court!!
I love you baby🩵. I’m so happy I sent that dm! I’d don’t know what I would do without you. You’re so understanding and you’ve helped me see myself in a different light. I’m never afraid with you and there’s literally nothing I don’t tell you. I love you sm😘. @sleepysturns
Awwh baby I love you so much🥹🩷 you mean the world to me and I’m so greatfull to call you mine
theeeme omg
Oh thank you!!! this means so much to me, i also literally love your theme so much!!
introducing puppy matt…
He follows you from room to room without realizing it, always seeking warmth, touch, or just your presence. Every emotion shows on his face. wide eyes, pouty lips. thrives on approval and praise "good puppy.". Denial makes him whine but it never kills his determination to earn your touch. He’ll give you those big shiny puppy eyes and make happy little noises when he’s being good. He loves being praised but He loves pushing buttons because your annoyed/dominant reaction is everything to him. He’d fake innocent with a cheeky smirk when he knows he’s in trouble. When turned on he'd try to be subtle but he can’t help but fidget, whine and blush hard.
Chapters:
beg for it
im a firm believer that if you wanna write then just write, if you can't find fics you like, then write them yourself. it doesn't matter if you think it's shit, someone will read it and someone will like it. just write. no matter what you think, ignore all those mean thoughts and just write. write anything. write however you want. make ocs. use y/n. do whatever you want but just write. someone wants to see it. someone will read it. someone will enjoy it. I promise.
