— dom!matt puts his camera to a different use. . .
“holy fuck…” matt hisses, voice raspy as he tips his head back in ecstasy. he knows if he looks down into the viewfinder of the camera, he’s absolutely fucked.
it was his idea in the first place. to record you while you sucked him off. said he wanted you to know sexy you looked on your knees with his cock in your mouth. and who are you to turn down an opportunity like that?
so, here you are, on your knees, lips stretched around matt’s length. he’s already cum down your throat once, hence the tear stains on your cheeks and the abundant amount of drool seeping past your lips.
matt’s got one hand positioned on the back of your head, the other shakily holding the camera peering down at you. both of your hands are firmly planted on his thighs for support.
he thrusts his hips forward at a faster pace now, tip hitting the bruised spot in the back of your throat again and again. this elicits a deep groan from matt and a pathetically strangled, garbled noise from you.
“shit—take this cock so well, hm, baby?” matt mocks, his voice shaky with pleasure. “yeah, you do…little cockslut,” he adds, earning a choked whine from you, which is cut off when his tip bumps the back of your throat once again. matt chuckles, “knew you wouldn’t turn down my idea. i know how—fuck—how much you love having my dick stuffed down your throat.”
your face burns to the hue of a cherry, and your eyes fleet up to the camera, then up to his face—which is turned away. he knew if he took one look down at you, he’d cum. and he wanted this to last a little longer.
matt brutally thrusts his hips forward, to which you choke on a whimper. “shit. i-i’m sorry, baby, i just gotta—fuck,” his hips stutter momentarily, before he picks his pace back up, “just tap my thigh if s’too much.”
and that’s when you knew he was gonna start getting rough.
he holds your head still, forcefully jamming his cock in and out of your mouth. and you were loving it. “such a slut…gettin’ your face fucked for the camera.” he growls raspily. more saliva drips down your chin, mingling with the tears streaming down your face, dripping down onto your bare chest.
you’re completely soaked, feeling yourself throbbing as matt brutally face fucks you. “fuuuck, gonna cum all over that pretty face, baby,” matt pulls out, and before you can take a breath, “tongue out.”
you do as your told, sticking your tongue out and looking up at his face. matt’s eyes finally land on you as he tilts the camera down at your face. he jerks his cock a few times before feeling his balls draw tight, spurts of cum landing mostly on your face, very little of it actually making it onto your tongue. you swallow what you can.
“so pretty with my cum all over your face,” matt comments in adoration, making you giggle. “smile for the camera, baby.”
and you do, your lips curling up into a cheeky smile as you stick your tongue out once more and hear a click from the camera, followed by a soft beep.
author’s note. . . hi enjoy this short nonsense while i write some other stuff! i have written so much sub!matt that im really bad at writing dom!matt now…thanks to bae @strnilolover for the idea!! sorry this sucks and is literally so short
that’s how matt looked right now. and how he felt. not in a bad way, of course. his hair was tousled and damp with sweat, his eyes glossy and face flushed. he was a mess.
he lays naked on the bed, you sitting next to him fully-clothed, lazily stroking his length. you’ve given him multiple orgasms by now, but you’re determined to get him to more.
you raise your hand up to the top of his cock and give some attention to his tip with your thumb, eliciting a beautifully whiny noise to fall from his lips. you chuckle, “feel good, baby? sure you can handle it?”
matt can hardly speak. he wants to be a good boy for you, he wants to answer your question, he wants to tell you he can handle it. but he’s really struggling. “mo—oh—yes, i—ngh—“
you laugh softly again at his broken stutters. you glance over at the nightstand and—wait a minute. the night stand. your vibrating wand in the nightstand.
“matt, baby,” you begin, gradually slowing your stroking pace. matt’s eyes snap open. he looked so confused as to why you were slowing down—he’d been a good boy, hadn’t he? he might as well have had question marks in his eyes.
“you wanna try one of mama’s toys?” you ask, finally stilling your hand on the base of his cock. his eyes widen and he tries to sit up. you press your manicured hand flat onto his chest and push him back down.
“which one?” he breathes out.
“vibrator? the wand one.” you suggest, hoping he’d agree. he puckers his lips, deep in thought. he was pondering it. he wanted to make you happy and he knew it would feel good, but he was so sensitive.
matt nods wearily.
you nod back, “gonna feel so good, baby,” getting up and opening up your nightstand cabinet. you instantly spot your vibrating wand and pull it out. luckily, it was charged.
you plop back down on the bed next to him and matt paws at the t-shirt you have on, a pout plastered on his stubbled face. you tilt your head, silently urging him to speak. “take it off, mama—please…”
with a chuckle, you comply, pulling off the shirt and revealing your black lacy bra. you knew how much matt adored every part of you, especially your tits. matt stares in awe at you.
“gonna be a good boy and cum one more time for me?” you coo, running your nail up and down his stomach. but that’s what you’d said 20 minutes ago. despite that, he nods vigorously, earning another soft chuckle from you.
you wrap your hand around the base of his dick and start giving him slow, deliberate strokes. matt whines, bucking up into your hand, to which you push him down again with a stern look that says ‘stay still.’
you switch on the toy, the low hum of the buzz filling the room. you trace it up and down his stomach teasingly. you rub it up and down his length and matt’s body quivers, his hands flying up to cover his mouth, eyes squeezing shut. you use your free hand to swat his hands away from his face, “let me hear you, matt. don’t make me get the handcuffs.”
his hands fall back down by his side, onto the sheets, curling his fingers into them. you finally bring the wand up to his tip, circling it around. the poor boy jerks his hips, a loud cry falling from his lips. “shi—ma—i can’t!” he whimpers, tears brimming his eyes.
“you can, baby. aren’t you a good boy?” you question. matt frantically nods, “yes! yes, y-your good boy—ah!”
you hum, grabbing his cock again with your free hand, stroking the lower half of it slowly while still circling the wand around his tip. “and good boys take what they’re given, don’t they?” you add. a faint ‘mhm’ falls from matt’s lips, lost in his whimpers and whines.
you decide to torture him a little more.
“matt, turn it up 2 levels.” you instruct, and matt’s eyes snap up from your chest to your face. usually you didn’t really have him doing anything, except sitting there and taking it. he reaches down to the wand, hand trembling, and presses the ‘+’ button twice. ohh boy.
he instantly cries out, tossing his head back onto the pillow. you swirl it around the head of his cock, abusing his slit. it’s become a fiery red color, almost matching his flaming face. he was so, so sensitive. sure, you’d overstimulated him tons of times but not like this.
“c’mon, sweetheart, you can do it,” you purr, speeding up your pace on the hand that’s jerking him. his body writhes beneath you, desperate pleas slipping from his swollen, parted lips. “need—agh—mama!” he babbles, drool dribbling down his chin and tears rolling down his flushed face. what a beautiful sight.
you hum, urging him to try and get out the sentence he’s failing to form. “cum—plea—needa cum! soc-close!” he thrusts up into your hand with vigor—you don’t really care anymore. you were enjoying watching him pathetically chase his high.
you switch the vibrator up one more level, applying more pressure as you drag it around his tip. “go on,” matt’s convulsing and crying, grasping at your arm like it’s his only tether to life as his orgasm crashes into him like a bus. hot, sticky ropes of cum spurt onto your hand and the vibrator, some meeting the dried-up cum on his stomach from the previous rounds…
“theeere we go, good boy…”
you caress his face and lean forward, planting a soft kiss on his lips. you could tell he was absolutely exhausted, especially with the way he was panting. “m’gonna take care of you now, okay?” you coo, and he nods drowsily.
you set off toward your bathroom and come back with a wet wash cloth and clean him up. you cross the room to grab him a pair of boxers from the dresser, and—
“no!”
you turn on your heel, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “no? no what, baby?”
“wanna…skin to skin…” half of matt’s sentence is inaudible with how quietly he’s mumbling, and all you can hear is ‘wanna’ and ‘skin to skin.’
“you wanna sleep skin to skin, sweetheart?” you reply, fully turning around now. matt nods sheepishly, his face flaming up again. you chuckle and strip yourself bare before climbing into the bed with him. he was so warm.
you switch off the lamp on the bedside table and cuddle into him, pulling his head into your chest as his arms snake around your bare waist. this was what you loved. being snuggled up with your sweet, sweet boy.
“mama?”
“yes, baby?”
“was i a good boy?”
your heart melts at that. matt was always so worried about being good for you. all he ever wanted was for you to be proud of him. that man was so in love with you. “of course you were, sweetheart. my good, good boy.”
matt hums satisfactorily. you rake your nails through his hair, observing his breathing until it falls into that steady pattern that always lets you know he’s asleep.
he was sure pathetic earlier, but this? this wasn’t pathetic at all.
author’s note. . . hiii! i’ve been wanting to start writing the boys as subs for so long but boyyy i struggled 😭 im sorry this is so short and sucky, and ik the ending’s rushed! @mattybsgroupie encouraged me 😌 hopefully i can get some better stuff out soon :)
⚠︎ smut , rough sex , spanking , lots of degrading , unprotected p in v , creampie , backshots , lots of dirty talk , not proofread because i’m exhausted
⤷ mean!chris & sensitive!brat!reader
you’d been sitting on your bed for what felt like hours, phone in hand, staring at the screen like it was some kind of lifeline.
every time it buzzed, your heart jumped—only to sink again when it wasn’t him. hours. hours of silence. and it wasn’t like you didn’t get it—he had his life, he had his work, he had whatever the hell else he was doing—but it hurt anyway. it always hurt when he ignored you, and your brain couldn’t stop twisting it into a thousand tiny daggers.
when he finally knocked on your door, you tried to act normal. tried to act like you didn’t care. tried to act like you weren’t dying inside.
“oh, it’s you,” you said, voice clipped as you leaned against the doorframe. arms crossed, chin high. “did you finally remember i exist?”
chris raised an eyebrow, leaning lazily against the door with that irritating, smug smirk. “wow, you look—uh…intense.”
“intense?” you scoffed. “i’m not intense. i’m just…i’m fine. totally fine.”
he laughed, soft, low, and it made your stomach twist because of how much you hated that he could make you feel like this with just a sound. “yeah, sure. totally fine,” he murmured, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward you. “you’ve been texting me like a psycho all day and now you’re telling me you’re fine? right.”
you tried to roll your eyes, to turn away, to pretend none of it mattered. but your hands were trembling, betraying you, your lips pressed into a tight line as your chest throbbed with the ache of missing him and being ignored.
“stop—stop laughing at me,” you whispered, voice almost breaking.
“stop acting like you’re tough when i show up.” he countered, voice dropping an octave. he took a step closer, and suddenly the air felt electric, heavy, tense. his presence alone was enough to make your knees go weak.
you huffed, folding your arms tighter around yourself. “i—i’m not acting—“
“oh, come on,” he said, voice low and teasing, stepping closer until you were backed against the dresser. “don’t lie to me. i know you too well. that little ‘i don’t care’ act? pathetic. you missed me. you missed me like crazy.”
you swallowed hard, eyes flicking away. you hated admitting it, hated giving him the satisfaction, but it was true. every second without him felt like torture. your lips parted slightly, and for a moment you were lost for words.
he laughed again, dark and knowing, letting his fingers ghost against your jaw. “see? there it is. the real you. that desperate little brat who can’t handle me ignoring her. you’re mine, baby, and don’t you forget it.”
the words made your heart hammer. your arms fell to your sides without realizing it, your body betraying you. he noticed immediately, his smirk widening. “that’s right. you’re mine. and i think it’s time you really remember that.”
he pressed closer, chest to chest, and you could feel how hard he already was through his jeans. panic mixed with longing churned in your stomach. “chris…” you whispered, almost a plea.
“yeah?” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, lips brushing your ear. “what do you want, baby?”
you swallowed, heart in your throat. “i…i just want you.”
“just me?” he teased, hand sliding down to your hip, pressing against you, pulling you flush with him. “you’re not just going to get me without earning it.”
you whined, the sound soft but desperate, and it only made him grin wider. “look at you. can’t even stand there like a normal person. trembling for me already. pathetic.”
you tried to push him back, tried to keep your pride, but he caught your wrist with one hand and held you in place. “nope,” he said, low and commanding. “not moving. you’re going to feel every second of this, brat. i want you begging for me, even though i already know you will.”
and you did. your chest heaved, breaths coming in shaky pants, your hands gripping the edges of the dresser because you were suddenly too small, too exposed, too…desperate for him.
chris tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “that’s it. look at me, baby. now, let’s see how much of that little bratty attitude i can break tonight.”
you shivered under his touch, heart hammering like it might burst, and knew that whatever was coming next, you wouldn’t be able to resist him. not for a second.
he pressed closer again, lips just brushing yours, and whispered, “don’t think i’m stopping until you’re screaming my name.”
and in that moment, all your anger, all your frustration, all the hurt from the hours of ignored texts melted into one single, raw need. you wanted him. wanted him to take control, to show you exactly how much he cared in the only way that mattered to you both.
you swallowed hard, chest tight, feeling him pressing closer, the heat of his body searing through you. your hands trembled as they fumbled over the front of his shirt, brushing against his chest, wanting to feel more of him, needing him closer, but still hesitant. still bratty, still trying to test him.
“stop teasing me,” he murmured, low and ragged, his hands sliding around your waist, keeping you flush against him. “you think you can act all cold and stubborn and i won’t notice? you’re pathetic, you know that?”
your lips parted, a soft whine escaping despite your stubborn expression. “i…i’m not—”
“you are,” he cut you off sharply, eyes blazing, gripping your hips tighter. “every little text, every second you’ve been ignoring me…you’ve been dying for me, haven’t you? admit it.”
you hesitated, and that was all the encouragement he needed. his lips trailed down your jaw, his hot breath ghosting across your neck. “that’s right,” he whispered, teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you shiver. “you’ve been waiting, baby…and now you’re finally here. finally mine.”
your knees weakened, and instinctively you pressed yourself harder against him. your hands moved up, tugging at his shirt, fumbling with buttons, desperate for any contact. he chuckled, dark and knowing, and suddenly tugged the shirt over his head, tossing it aside. your eyes flicked over him, and the raw heat in your stomach twisted tighter.
“god, you’re such a mess,” he murmured, gripping your hips, thumbs brushing over the fabric of your pants. “all desperate, all needy…and it’s mine to play with.”
“i…” you couldn’t finish the sentence, body trembling, voice lost in a mix of frustration and want.
“yeah,” he said, pressing a hand over your lower back, tilting your body against his. “you don’t get to talk. you just get to feel. that’s all you’re allowed to do right now. feel me. feel this.”
he nudged you gently back until your back hit the wall, his chest flush against yours. you gasped, catching your balance with one hand on the wall, the other still fumbling at him. he leaned in, lips brushing yours again, teasing, demanding, but not yet giving the release you both craved.
“look at you,” he breathed, his forehead resting lightly against yours. “panting, trembling…can’t even hide it. every inch of you is mine. and i’m not stopping until you can’t think of anything else.”
your breath hitched. your body pressed impossibly closer, matching his every movement. your hands wandered, trailing over his arms, shoulders, trying to anchor yourself, trying to beg without words. he noticed, smiled against your lips, and whispered, “good girl…you’re finally admitting it. you need me. and now i’m gonna make sure you remember that.”
he let his hands roam your hips, teasing and holding, keeping you pinned just enough to make your chest tighten with anticipation. every second, every inch, was electric, drawing you closer and closer to the edge of what you could control.
you swallowed hard, his heat pressing into you like it was searing through your skin. your hands trembled when they fumbled at his chest, desperate to feel more but still trying to act like you weren’t completely gone for him.
he caught your wrists, smirking, and pinned them to the wall behind you. “you’re shaking,” he said, voice sharp but low. “all that attitude, and you can’t even keep your hands steady.”
“shut up,” you muttered, blinking fast, lips wobbling like you were one second from giving in.
“oh, i will,” he murmured, leaning close enough that his lips brushed your ear. “but not until you admit it. you missed me. every second i didn’t answer you, you were losing your mind, weren’t you?”
your breath hitched. you wanted to deny it, to bite back with something sharp, but it caught in your throat. your silence made his smirk deepen.
“pathetic,” he said, almost gently, and that burned more than if he’d yelled. his grip shifted, one hand sliding from your wrist down to your hip, dragging you against him. “you talk big, but the second i touch you, you melt. every time.”
your body betrayed you—your knees buckled, your chest pressed harder into his, chasing the heat you pretended not to need. a soft whine slipped out before you could stop it.
chris chuckled darkly. “there she is.”
you shook your head, but he was already steering you, walking you backwards until the back of your thighs hit the bedframe. before you could gather yourself, he spun you around, a firm hand on your lower back bending you over the mattress.
you gasped, palms flat against the comforter, heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. his hands clamped onto your hips, holding you there, steady, unmovable.
“yeah,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, his chest pressed against your back. “this is exactly where you belong.”
and god, he’s so mean. every word out of his mouth is sharp enough to cut, every laugh a reminder that he knows exactly how much control he has over you. he calls you pathetic when you whine, mocks the way your voice breaks, tells you you’re nothing but a needy little mess under him.
and you love it.
you love the way his voice drips with condescension, the way he says things that should make you crumble but instead make your pulse race. every insult feels like a promise. like he’s going to ruin you, wreck you, remind you that no matter how stubborn you act, you’ll always come undone for him. it’s cruel. it’s overwhelming. it’s addictive.
and maybe that’s the worst part. how much you crave it.
chris snaps you back to reality as he pulls off your shorts, adding a sharp slap on your ass, making you jolt. your hands fist the sheets with desperation, knuckles flooding white.
his nimble fingers hook themselves in the waistband of your pathetically soaked panties, dragging them down your legs until they fall to the floor, pooling around your ankles.
chris’s large hands find your hips, adjusting them, revealing your wet heat, glistening with anticipation. he admired his work, smirking to himself at the sight of your obvious arousal.
“fucking soaked…” he teases, running his fingers along your slit. you whimper in response, face flushing with embarrassment. chris’s fingers probe your entrance, teasing you, but never entering. he wanted you to go wild with need.
“chris, please…” you beg, voice trembling.
“not yet,” he growls, slapping your ass again with an open palm, leaving behind a sharp sting. “you’ve been a little fuckin’ tease, and y’need to be taught a lesson.”
chris delivers another sharp smack, making you cry out in an oddly delicious mix of pain and pleasure. he continues, each strike leaving a warm red glow on your flesh.
you squirm, trying to escape the stinging pain, but chris held you firmly in place. he was going to make sure you remembered this. “you like that, hm? dirty girl,” he taunts. “like it when i mark this pretty ass.”
at this point you can hardly form words. your mind is clouded with lust and need. chris’s rough hand reaches between your legs, replacing the harsh sting of his palm with a different heat. he starts to rub your swollen clit, making you moan and squirm.
“fuck—please, let me cum," you begged, your voice desperate. you were embarrassed as shit. on the brink of an orgasm from simply his words, a spanking, and him barely rubbing your clit? if that doesn’t scream to him what he does to you, then you don’t know what will.
“not yet, angel," he says. "haven't even started fucking you yet. and when I do, i’m gonna keep goin’ until you’re beggin’ even more. that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? after you missed me so bad all day?”
the explicit words sent a jolt of excitement through your body. chris fingers worked their magic, bringing you to the brink of orgasm, only to pull away at the last moment. you whined in frustration, craving release.
"please, chris, i-i can't," you plead, your voice breaking.
"mmm, sorry baby," he said, his voice softening slightly. "but m’not done with you yet. i want you to remember this every time you feel me inside you."
and that’s when you feel chris’s hard, bare length pressing against you from behind. you could feel his cock, throbbing with desire, as he slowly pushed into you, filling you inch by inch. you whinily moaned, your body welcoming the invasion as he began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate.
"y’feel so fucking good," he grunted, his voice strained. "y’know i’m gonna make you wait, baby. I want you to beg for it.”
you don’t know what his obsession is with making you wait and beg, but it turns you the fuck on. he’s buried deep inside you, every slow grind dragging a whimper out of your throat, and he’s still holding back.
it’s degrading, the way he forces you to fight every desperate pull of your body, but god, it’s addictive. the control he has, the way he watches you fall apart without letting you break—it leaves you trembling under him, clinging tighter, begging without even meaning to.
and he just laughs, slow and low, like he’s savoring every second of your struggle.
“oh fuck," you cried out, your body on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure. you feel his tip nudging your cervix with every thrust, sending you into a heated daze.
chris leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot on your neck. "you like it like this, don't you? huh?" he grunted between thrusts. "fuck—you like bein’ embarrassed like the whore you are?”
you could only nod, your words lost in the moans and cries of pleasure as he pounded into you, his pace relentless. his hands gripped your hips tightly, leaving marks on your skin, but you didn't care. the pain only added to the intensity of the pleasure.
“you’re mine," he growled, his voice raw. “my little—ngh—slut.”
his pace turns brutal, every thrust knocking the breath right out of you. your nails dig into the sheets, the bed creaking loud under both of you, and you’re barely holding on.
he leans down, voice rough in your ear. “that’s it, baby. you’ve been whining for it all day—now fucking cum for me.”
his hand slips down to your engorged clit, rubbing hard and fast, and you choke on a cry.
“come on, slut. make a mess on my cock. i wanna feel you lose it.”
you break with a shudder, body clenching tight around him, and he groans, filthy and triumphant, like dragging your orgasm out of you was his victory.
“fuck—there it is. that’s my little slut, huh? squeezing the life out of me.” his tone is pure filth, groaning like he’s proud of how messy you are.
you cry out, body jerking under him, but he doesn’t slow, doesn’t give you mercy.
“yeah, that’s it. soak my cock. i said cum, so you fucking cum. don’t you dare stop.”
his hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back so you’re forced to hear him right in your ear.
“good girl. so desperate to please me you’ll fall apart the second i tell you to. s’pathetic, and so fucking perfect.”
your orgasm drags on until you’re trembling, whimpering into the sheets, but he just laughs, still driving into you.
“not done till i say. you wanted this—so take it.”
he feels you clamp down on him again too soon, too hard, and the laugh that rips out of him is mean.
“oh my god—already? you’re so easy it’s pathetic. came all over me like a dumb little whore who can’t control herself, now you’re gonna do it again.”
you whimper, face hot with humiliation, but it only makes him pound you harder.
“couldn’t even last, could you? greedy little thing, begging me all day, then falling apart in minutes. fuck, you’re hopeless.”
it’s not long after that he groans, spilling into you with one last ruthless thrust. he holds you there, buried deep, before finally pulling out and collapsing beside you on the bed.
the room is hot, quiet except for your shaky breathing. he smirks, eyes cutting over to you as he mutters, “fastest finish i’ve ever seen. should i start setting a timer?”
your tired body flares with stubbornness, and you turn your head to glare at him. “shut up. i could’ve lasted longer if you weren’t being such an asshole.”
he laughs, low and dark, rolling onto his side to trap you under his arm again. “hm, yeah? sounds like you’re asking for round two just to prove it.”
author’s note . . . okay so i fear i hate this so much….whatever! can’t wait to introduce my kinktober hehehehe
⤷ mafiaboss!matt & innocent!florist!reader. part 1 of the party of 3 birthday special. i didn’t proofread this because i’m veryyy sleepy
you’re standing in the middle of matt’s bedroom like a total weirdo—hands behind your back, rocking a little on your heels, just waiting for him to walk in. the champagne bottle on the side table is already sweating through the label, and there’s a little bunch of red balloons tied to the bedpost, swaying slightly every time the AC kicks on.
you’re kind of nervous. it’s his birthday, and like…he’s matt. scary, cold, sharp-jawed matt. but you’ve been together for long enough now to know he’s not actually scary when it comes to you. you’re his petal. and for some reason, he lets his walls down for you in ways no one else ever gets to see. so you figured…why not do something soft for him?
when the door finally swings open, you straighten up so fast your knees crack a little.
he pauses in the doorway.
“…what is all this?” his voice is so flat but you know him, and there’s something warm under it, like he’s trying not to smile.
“surprise!” you say, a little too quickly, lifting your arms. “happy birthday, matt.”
he just blinks at you for a second. takes in the way you’re all dressed up even though it’s just you two—your favorite little sundress, hair done all pretty, lip gloss sparkling in the light from his window. he doesn’t say anything, just walks in slowly and shuts the door behind him.
his eyes never leave you.
“you did all this?” he asks, quieter this time.
you nod, suddenly shy. “mhm. figured you probably weren’t gonna let anyone throw you a party…so i brought the party to you.” you smile, and it’s so soft he actually lets his guard slip—just for a second.
“you’re unreal,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “you know that?”
you grin. “you’ve said that before.”
he walks over, slow and deliberate like always, like he’s sizing you up—but it’s not in a scary way. it’s more like he’s trying to figure out how he ended up with someone like you in the middle of all his chaos. his hands land on your waist, warm and solid. you look up at him, all sparkly-eyed and proud of yourself.
“champagne,” you say, pointing at the bottle. “and chocolate-covered strawberries in the fridge. and balloons. which i tied myself. almost passed out blowing them up.”
he actually laughs at that, low and quiet. “you’re insane.”
“just for you.”
he leans in and kisses your forehead so gently it makes your chest hurt a little. like he’s scared to break you.
“you always do the most for me,” he murmurs against your skin. “you’re too good, petal.”
“it’s your birthday,” you whisper. “you deserve it.”
he looks like he’s about to argue that—because of course he is, he’s matt—but you cut him off by taking his hand and leading him over to the edge of the bed.
“sit,” you say.
he obeys, eyebrow raised slightly, eyes following every move you make.
“i just…i want this to be about you,” you tell him softly. “you do everything for me. let me take care of you tonight, okay?”
you step between his knees, fingers ghosting over the collar of his shirt. he’s still watching you so closely, like he’s trying to memorize you. and even though you’re the one trying to take charge, he’s still the one making your heart beat faster just by existing.
you sink slowly to your knees in front of him, dress pooling around you on the floor.
his breath hitches.
“…petal,” he says quietly, voice suddenly strained. “what are you doing?”
you look up at him with the softest little smile. “giving you your real present.”
matt pulls off his shirt, leaning down to plant a kiss at the corner of your mouth—then another slower one against your lips, like he’s trying to guide you upward, silently coaxing you onto the bed with him.
but you press your hands gently to his thighs, shaking your head just once.
“mm-mm,” you murmur against his mouth. “this is about you.”
he freezes for a second—just a second—like the words throw him off.
“…petal,” he says, voice lower now, like a warning or…maybe a plea.
but you’re already smoothing your palms up his thighs again, eyes on his face the whole time. “let me,” you whisper. “please?”
his jaw clenches. like he’s fighting himself not to stop you. or maybe not to pull you onto the bed and flip the script entirely. but eventually, he leans back just slightly—hands resting beside him on the bedspread, knuckles white against the sheets—and lets out a slow breath through his nose.
“okay,” he says. barely audible. “okay.”
you glance down, fingers moving with care to undo his belt, then the button of his slacks. you try not to tremble, but he can see it—knows you’re nervous and still lets you have this moment.
his eyes don’t leave yours. not even when you tug his pants down just enough to reveal the waistband of his boxers, soft fabric stretched over him and already giving away just how worked up he is.
your breath catches, and your lashes flutter once, but you keep going—pushing the material down gently, careful like you’re unwrapping something precious. his cock is freed from the restrictive fabric, hard and leaking and needy.
matt breathes out a quiet curse. not from impatience—but from restraint.
you rest your hands lightly on his thighs again, looking up at him.
and the look on his face makes your heart ache.
he always looks like he’s holding the whole world up.
but here? like this?
he lets you have your way with him.
you sit up on your knees, not giving his throbbing cock the attention it needs just yet. you plant hot, open-mouthed kisses to his tummy, trailing them down to his abdomen, then to the spot just above his length. you drag your tongue in a stripe from the base of his cock and then back up to his stomach.
his stomach tightens under your mouth.
“you think that’s funny, huh?” he mutters, voice rough and dark, one hand fisting the sheets like he’s holding himself back.
you smile sweetly against his skin, mouthing just below his bellybutton.
“keep teasing me like that and i’ll fuck your throat instead,” he growls, eyes locked on yours like a warning, even though his jaw is clenched and his thighs are tense.
your lips ghost over him again, never quite where he wants them. you know exactly what you’re doing. and you know he’ll keep pushing you until you do what he needs.
his hand twitches beside him. “that mouth’s got five seconds to be somewhere useful, sweetheart.”
your lashes flutter as you glance up at him, pretending like you’re weighing your options, but the mischief in your eyes gives you away.
“cute, baby,” he huffs, nearly breathless. “now quit playing.”
but you kiss right next to his cock instead.
he lets out a sharp groan, hips twitching once. “petal. one more second of that and i swear, i’ll flip you over.”
you finally giggle softly and flatten your tongue over his tip, giving in at last, and his head tips back with a quiet curse.
“fuck—finally.”
your lips wrap around the head of his cock, sucking gently. your hands grip his bare thighs, careful not to dig your nails into him too hard. finally, you lower your head down onto his length, your mouth filling until his tip hits your throat, making you gag slightly.
“shit…petal, that feels unreal.” matt groans, one hand moving to grip your hair, the other clenched tight in the bedsheets. the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around him is almost enough to make him cum right on the spot.
you pull off of him, licking hot stripes from his balls to his sensitive tip, making him shudder. the corners of your lips start to pool with drool. matt loves it messy, anyway. you moan slightly, clearly craving his approval. although matt’s deep in pleasure, he notices this.
“taking me so well…you’re gonna ruin me, y’know that?” he mutters, eyes burning into you, a dazed expression painted on his face. you feel your cheeks heat up at the praise.
you take him into your mouth once more, starting to bob your head up and down, the sounds of gagging and choked moans filling the room, mingling with matt’s groans. you take about half of him until you can’t take any more, using your hand to stroke what you can’t fit.
you start to quicken your pace, your lips stretched out by his thick length. you were at peace knowing he was enjoying by this. matt’s breathing becomes heavier, more labored. he’s really fighting the urge to fuck your mouth.
the repeated gagging causes tears to start dotting your lashes, and it doesn’t take long before they spill over, painting your cheeks. you feel yourself getting absolutely drenched, your pussy throbbing.
you pull off him with a quiet gasp, lips swollen, chest rising and falling as you catch your breath. your hand wraps around the base of him instinctively, keeping him steady, and you glance up at him through your lashes.
“you okay?” he murmurs, thumb brushing your cheekbone. “need a break?”
you nod just once, still breathless, and matt exhales slowly, jaw clenching like he’s fighting something off.
but then he caves.
“…fuck, baby. i know you wanted to do this for me,” he says lowly, his hand cradling the back of your head. “but i can’t help it. i need you.”
he leans your head down, guiding you gently. not rough, not impatient—just desperate. possessive. the kind of control that comes from trying to hold back all night.
and you let him.
because it’s his birthday.
because he’s always so good to you.
because he’s groaning like he’s never felt anything better.
and right now, you just want him satisfied.
matt pulls your hair into a pathetic excuse for a ponytail, his hips thrusting up, jamming his cock down your throat. “you’re just—i—fuck, you’re just so perfect, sweetheart.”
and yeah, it does hurt to an extent. but it hurts so good. so good. even better because you know this is an amazing birthday present.
the throbbing between your legs becomes more and more prominent, hard to ignore. your nails dig crescents into his pasty thighs, trying to ground yourself. drool seeps down your chin, some dripping down and wetting the neckline of your dress.
and there comes a point where you can’t control yourself anymore. with another garbled choking sound falling from your lips, you let one of your hands leave matt’s skin to trail down to your own body.
you bunch your dress up and slip your hand into your panties. the ones matt’s supposed to take off of you later tonight. the lacy ones that match your bra. matt’s favorite.
you circle your clit, your fingers gliding through your wetness with ease. you rub circles around the sensitive bud, and the way your teary eyes lightly roll back, followed by a choked moan doesn’t go unnoticed by matt.
“that turn you on, huh?” his voice dips darker. “me using your mouth like this…and you’re down there getting yourself off like a needy little thing. sweet girl.”
a garbled whine bubbles up from your throat. matt starts to feel his orgasm approaching, his hips rutting more frantically down your throat. tears mingle with drool on your chin.
“i’m gonna cum, fuck—gonna cum all down that pretty throat—” matt groans low in his throat, like he’s trying to warn you but can’t even think straight. and you’re just as close as he is, grinding your hips down onto your fingers.
and he’s true to his word. his thighs tense and shake, his balls drawing tight as he tips over the edge. a guttural groan leaves his lips as he spills into your throat, and you’re sure to swallow all of it.
“mine—mine—fuck—” he’s breathless, groaning the words as he finishes, voice full of something possessive. the sounds of his grunts go straight to your heat, and you speed up your fingers. waves of pleasure wash over you as you allow yourself to let go, your cum coating your panties.
“you like making yourself cum for me?” he pants. “you that fuckin’ gone, baby?”
you pull off of his cock and giggle, getting a feel of your sore throat. you lick your lips clean and wipe your chin of drool with the back of your hand as you blink up at him, dazed.
matt’s chest rises and falls heavy, his brows still furrowed like he’s trying to come down from whatever high you just gave him. his hand finds your jaw, tilting your face up gently. “you okay?” he murmurs, voice rasped, still laced with arousal.
you nod, eyes glossy and lips swollen. “mhm,” you hum softly, smiling through your hoarse voice. “happy birthday.”
he laughs under his breath. “you’re insane,” he says, leaning in to kiss you. it’s slow, deep, and full of messy affection. “you really just wanted to do that for me?”
you nod again, this time more bashfully. “you deserve it,” you whisper.
his gaze drops between your thighs. the obvious wet patch in your panties, the way your fingers had moved earlier. you’re still flushed, still needy, and he sees it. he sees all of it.
“get on the bed, sweetheart,” he says after a beat, voice lower now. not a request.
you hesitate only to smile and crawl up onto the mattress, the silk sheets cool under your thighs as you settle in the middle. he watches every movement, eyes dark, head tilted like he’s admiring something delicate he’s about to break.
“can i fuck you now, sweet girl?” he asks, even though his hands are already on your hips, dragging you toward him like it’s already decided.
you let out a breathy laugh, heart pounding.
“duh,” you say, biting your lip. “it’s your birthday.”
matt hums deep in his throat. his fingers hook into your waistband and drag your panties down achingly slow, his eyes never leaving yours. he lets them fall to the floor without care, then nudges your thighs open with both hands. greedy.
“then i’m not stopping,” he breathes, lowering his head between your legs, “until you can’t walk straight.”
your breath catches.
“till i make a mess of this pretty little body,” he mutters, mouth brushing the inside of your thigh, “and you’re dripping just from the sound of my voice.”
he kisses higher, slower. you twitch.
“till every time you swallow tomorrow,” he whispers against your skin, “you remember how you sounded choking on my cock.”
your eyes flutter, your back arches.
he glances up, lips curling. “best birthday ever,” he says, almost to himself.
and then he ruins you, just like he promised.
author’s note . . . omg i started new medicine and it makes me so sleepy. anyway sorry this is kinda bad i’m on the verge of sleep! i can’t believe they’re 22 tomorrow :(
cw: SMUT, use of a vibrator☺️, edging☺️, teasing, use of pet names, orgasm denial, i..think that’s it
as chris pulled you into the nearest bathroom of the house hosting the party you were at, your heart was pounding. you knew you were in trouble. all night, you’d been mouthing off to chris and rolling your eyes, which has definitely taken a toll on his mood.
he shut the door, pinning you up against it. chris grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. you can practically see flames set alight in his eyes, and this made you…aroused? yeah, chris was mean sometimes, but it turned you the hell on. and he knew that.
“you’ve had a big mouth all night, ma…where’s it gone?” he teases lowly. you’re still speechless, avoiding eye contact at all costs. “hey—yeah, look at me when i’m talkin’ to you.” he demands, his raspy voice compelling you to obey and look up at him. something about his expression looked different. he’s got something planned for you, and you know it’s not gonna be good.
you can see those mischievous gears turning in his head as he starts to speak again, “you’ve been keepin’ me on edge all night with that attitude of yours, haven’t you, angel?” chris teases. you weren’t aware he was expecting a vocal answer until he gives your cheeks a painful squeeze, still holding your face in his hand.
“y-yeah..” you squeak, making a confident grin creep across his face. oh no. “yeahh, that’s right. so y’know what i think? i think it’s my turn to keep you on edge, ma. you pickin’ up what i’m throwin’ down?” he rasps.
your eyes widen. you’ve never been edged before, let alone by chris. you were nervous to say the least. you knew he’d show you no mercy…but as you thought about it, you began to notice the familiar heat pooling between your legs as you nod in response to his question.
“good. y’know…i found y’little vibratin’ wand thing…think that’ll do it for ya, angel?” he asks, tracing his thumb on your bottom lip. you look up into his eyes. they may be the lightest, brightest blue you’ve ever seen, but that dark glint always finds it’s way into his eyes. “let’s get outta here, then. cmon.”
chris leads you out of the house and you can just imagine how exhausting your night is gonna be.
chris ushers you into your home with a slap on the ass. you both get inside and chris immediately starts talking. “alright, go on upstairs, ma. y’know how i want you.”
you respond with a nod and scurry up the stairs to your shared bedroom. you strip, tossing your clothes off to who knows where. you sit on the bed, awaiting chris’ arrival. chris comes in, holding something familiar in his hand. your stupid vibrator wand from the bathroom cabinet. your heart drops.
“hey, ma. lookin’ nervous over there,” chris chuckles. he drops a pair of fuzzy handcuffs on the nightstand and your eyes go wide. “i-i’m not,” you falsely protest, your voice coming out shakier than you wanted it to. “sure you aren’t, angel.” chris chuckles again.
he sits down next to you on the bed, trailing his hands all over your body. “you’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.” your face flushes and you look away. he grabs your face and turns it back to him with a grin. he leans down, going to town on your neck. whimpers leave your mouth as he trails dark bruises all down your neck and down to your collar bones. he moves down to your bare breasts, circling each of your nipples with his tongue, leaving a trail of fire in it’s wake.
chris sits back up, admiring how you’re now marked up for him. he hums in approval as he reaches a finger down to your sopping pussy. “soaked, angel.” chris teases, running his finger up and down through your slit agonizingly slow. you squeeze your eyes shut just before he pulls his hand away and the tense silence is replaced with a soft buzzing. you knew what it was.
you feel him trace the vibrating wand along your inner thighs, not reaching your core just yet. your clit throbbed with need, and you knew you needed to say something. “please, chris…”
he pauses, a smirk evident on his face, “please what, ma?” he knew exactly what you wanted. he just wanted to make you say it. you whine, not wanting to speak it out loud. chris cocks a brow at you, dragging the wand further away from your pussy, closer to your knee.
“n-need it…on my cl-clit…please…” you mutter in embarrassment, your face flushing red. there’s no way he’s making you do this. chris chuckles at that, hovering the wand in the air just above your clit. “like this, baby?” he teases. you whine, shaking your head. chris then presses it down onto your clit, allowing the vibrations to finally flow through you. instinctively, your legs try to close, but chris is quick to fix that, pinning your thighs open. “no, ma. you don’t need restraints, do you?” your eyes widen as you vigorously shake your head.
chris rubs slow circles around your clit with tip of the wand. you whimper and whine, squirming with each vibration. chris uses his other hand to hold you still.
“you need to stay quiet for me, angel.” he mumbles, turning the vibrator up a notch and increasing the pressure. his little circles become faster, causing moans to spill from your lips. “i…i c-can’t!” you whine. chris fakes a pout, faux sympathy dripping from his voice. “oh, you can’t? i think you c-can, baby.” he mocks you. chris knows you have a very hard time staying quiet, so watching you struggle like this was pure nirvana for him.
“ch-chris, i really can’t—“
he looks down at you with a smug expression. “oh, i’m sure you can manage it, angel. if you can’t control your voice, i’ll just have to stop. and we don’t want that, do we?” he teases. you whine at that. as much as this was pure torture, you didn’t want it to stop. at least—not yet.
chris turns the vibrator up the the 3rd level, and this really gets you going, you’ve got one hand over your mouth, struggling to keep quiet, and the other hand gripping chris’ bicep for all the support you can get.
chris chuckles darkly at your struggles, watching you convulse and try to hold back your whimpers. your legs start to tremble a little more prominently as you feel your orgasm approaching. chris seems to notice this too, increasing his efforts. “getting close, ma?” you vigorously nod, the pleasure becoming more and more intense.
“‘m gonna c-cum, chris!” you moan out, but just as soon as your orgasm was approaching, it was taken away by chris switching off the wand. you whine.
“mmm, no you’re not, angel. only good girls get to cum, remember? it’s gonna be a while before you’re gettin’ what y’want, baby.” chris taunts, that devilish grin still plastered across his face.
with a disappointed whimper, you come to your next realization.
this is gonna be a long, exhausting night.
a/n: hi hi! short lil chris smut cause i got this idea last night and had to write it before i forgot about it! mean!chris and sensitive!brat!reader are definitely going to be a new au on my blog, so send in stuff about them!
in which . . . matt can’t stop dreaming about you—and one hazy, late-night confession turns into something unforgettable.
warnings . . . smut , dry-humping , matt cumming in his boxers , praise kink , lots of “mama” and “good boy” , matt being a cutie patootie
𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙉 𝙁𝙄𝘾 #3
he’s warm—almost too warm. the kind that wraps around him like a weighted blanket, sticky and heavy with need. he’s somewhere soft. maybe your bed. maybe his. he can’t tell, and he doesn’t care. all he knows is that you’re there. on top of him. straddling his waist, your nails dragging down his chest in slow, lazy lines. he hears you chuckle—sweet and knowing—and he swears he could cry at how good it feels when you roll your hips against his.
“so pretty like this,” dream-you murmurs, voice like silk. “you gonna cum just from a little grinding, baby?”
“mm—mama,” he whimpers, arching under your touch, hands gripping at nothing.
you lean down and kiss him, messy and hot, your tongue curling into his mouth, hand sliding between you to cup the ache in his sweats. “so sensitive, huh? poor baby.”
his hips jerk. “please,” he breathes. “feels so—”
but he never finishes the sentence, because that’s when real you stirs. you feel it before you even open your eyes—his twitchy hips against yours, the soft, desperate sounds leaving his mouth. you blink, groggy, and then your brows furrow as you realize matt is…humping you in his sleep.
and not subtly.
“matt?” you mumble, shifting beside him.
he whines, face nuzzling into your neck. “mama…”
oh.
you stifle a laugh and sit up slightly, reaching to brush his hair back from his forehead. “matthew.”
“don’t stop,” he breathes.
“baby,” you whisper, voice laced with amusement as you gently shake his shoulder. “matt. wake up.”
he gasps when he blinks awake, disoriented, eyes wide and glassy like he just got yanked out of a different dimension. it takes him a second, and then the realization hits him hard—he’s still pressed against you, hips nestled into yours, body burning hot.
“shit,” he whispers, immediately trying to roll off you. “oh my god—i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to—i was dreaming—”
you giggle and pin him back down. “mhm. i noticed. sounded like a really nice dream.”
he hides his cherry-red face in his hands. “kill me.”
you just grin and straddle his hips, settling on top of him with a little hum. “nuh-uh,” you pull his hands down from his face. “i wanna hear more.”
his breath catches. “you…you don’t think it’s weird?”
“weird that my pretty little boy was dreaming about me and humping me in his sleep? no,” you say sweetly, running your hands down his bare chest. “kinda hot, actually.”
he groans in embarrassment, arms flopping back dramatically. “god it’s so over for me.”
you chuckle, leaning down to kiss him, soft and slow. your fingers lace with his, pinning his hands above his head as you grind down just enough to make him squirm.
he moans into your mouth, dazed and needy, completely at your mercy. “mama…”
“been dreamin’ about me a lot, huh?” you murmur, brushing your lips along his jaw. “is that why you’re always hard in the morning, baby?”
he nods helplessly, cheeks flushed. “every night. i swear. it’s always you.”
you smile and kiss him again—longer this time, deeper. his thighs twitch beneath you as you roll your hips again, just enough to make him gasp. “i’m real, you know,” you whisper, teasing. “you don’t have to just dream about me.”
“i know,” he breathes, eyes half-lidded. “but it still feels like a dream.”
you lean down and nuzzle his nose. “then don’t wake up.”
his hips twitch under you when you grind down again—slow, deep, right where he needs it. you can feel how hard he is beneath you, straining through the thin fabric of his boxers like it's hurting him not to be properly touched. matt feels the humiliating amount of precum oozing from his slit beneath the unsubstantial fabric.
he lets out a quiet, choked whimper, fingers flexing against your grip like he's trying so hard to be good.
"mama..." his voice cracks, all breath and desperation. his brows knit together, chest rising and falling like he can barely breathe. "f-feels too good..."
you hum, tilting your head just a little as you watch his face. he's so flushed, so dazed, pupils blown wide as he stares up at you like you're not even real. "you close already, baby?" you murmur, leaning down till your lips are ghosting over his cheek. "mmm…and i've barely even touched you."
"i-i can't help it," he gasps. "been dreaming about you every night...every night, mama, i swear—"
you smile, soft and teasing, brushing your nose against his. "i know you have, sweetheart,” you whisper. "y’keep waking me up like this. grindin’ on me. whimpering. sayin’ my name."
his whole face goes red, like a cherry popsicle. his eyes shut like he's embarrassed. but his hips roll up again, desperate for more friction, more pressure, more you.
you tighten your grip on his wrists, pressing them into the bed gently, leaning up just enough to move again, your drenched panties dragging against his cock in a way that makes him want to sob. "don't hide from me, baby. wanna see that handsome face when you fall apart."
he whines, high-pitched and airy, and you swear it goes straight to your throbbing clit. his body's trembling, hips stuttering against yours like he's already close—already on the edge.
"gonna cum like this?" you ask, soft but smug. "just from me humpin’ on you through your boxers? you really that needy for mama, huh?"
his head nods frantically. "y-yeah—please, i can't...please don't stop, mama, i'm gonna—i'm gonna—“
you keep your rhythm steady, grinding in slow, hard, steady waves. "shh, i got you. be a good boy, let go for me."
his eyes roll back. his balls draw tight and he can’t stop it. his mouth drops open as his whole body tenses, and then he's gasping, cumming hard in his boxers with the sweetest, most broken sound you've ever heard.
you can feel it, the way he jerks beneath you, his release soaking through the thin cotton, hips twitching under your weight as he rides it out.
you don't stop moving, not yet. but you do slow down, letting him come down gently as you rock your hips in soft, lazy circles. his wrists go slack under your hands, and he's just staring up at you, lips parted, pupils blown wide, completely blissed out.
you brush his hair back from his forehead, cooing down at him. "there he is. such a good boy for me."
he whimpers, blinking up at you like he still doesn't believe you're real. "mama..." he breathes. "please don't leave."
poor thing’s so scared that he’s still dreaming.
"m’not going anywhere, sweet boy,” you whisper. "you're all mine, remember?"
he nods slowly, dreamy and overwhelmed. "feels like i'm still dreamin’..”
you lean down and kiss him, soft and slow and deep, and he melts under you like you're the only thing tethering him to earth.
his breathing finally starts to steady, whimpering tapering off into breathy little sighs against your lips. you smile into the kiss, then pull back just enough to brush the sweaty, loose curls off his forehead.
“good job, baby,” you murmur, voice all sweet and praise-drunk as your fingers trail down to the waistband of his soaked boxers. “let’s get these off you, yeah?”
he nods, eyes heavy and glossy and so far gone. “mhm…please, mama…”
you help him out of them gently, slow and careful as you ease the fabric down his legs. he’s still twitching a little, flushed and sensitive, but he lets you take care of him, pliant and soft beneath your touch. once the boxers are off, you grab the hoodie you’d tossed aside before the two of you went to sleep and slip it over his head. he barely lifts his arms, too blissed out to function, but you do it all for him anyway. you get up, navigating his underwear drawer and grabbing a new pair for him, returning to tug them up his legs.
you tug the blankets up, then curl your body around his, pulling him close so his head’s tucked under your chin. he sighs again, even softer this time, and lets his arm wrap around your waist.
“you’re so good to me,” he mumbles sleepily, voice muffled against your chest.
you press a kiss to the top of his head. “always, baby. now go to sleep.”
he hums, already drifting off, and you hold him tighter, his skin still warm, his body still trembling slightly from the high. he relaxes fully into you, like he finally feels safe again.
and for a second, you think he’s asleep, until he whispers, just barely audible, “don’t go anywhere, okay?”
you smile, heart fluttering. silly boy.
“never.” you promise.
and just like that, he’s out again. safe, loved, and wrapped up in you. almost like the dream never ended. and soon, he’ll fall right back into the state of r.e.m., lost in another hazy fantasy of you. soft skin, soft voice, soft love. the cycle resets, and he’ll wake up wanting you all over again.
author’s note . . . YAY FIRST SUB!MATT OF THE MARATHON!! ignore how this is so short and absolute ass..i wrote it in like 3 seconds because i procrastinated and i am far too tired to proofread it!
