Blueberry is going to the market to find something to keep a certain someone from flying off at the first shiny that catches her eye. Let's hope Bb has a good grip on his girl because she's just found another pair of shinies for her growing hoard
The pink bird creature is a Skorrvid I got from @skorrvid-aviary
**This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of Sadism.**
Sadistic (Sadism - The Act Of Being Sadistic)
Deriving (getting) pleasure from inflicting (causing) pain, suffering, or humiliation on others.
Please Read At Your Own Risk.
⚠︎Trigger Warning: mention of tension, welt on face from being punched, INTRODUCING: silly!Sadistic!Matt, intense Matt, INTRODUCING: scared!Sadistic!Matt, Matt diving in, slight choking, thigh slap, slight degradation, good moment ruined, awkwardness, toxic feelings, put on the spot, angst, tension, knives, normal couple vibes from Sadistic!Matt, talking about the fight/ Sadistic!Matt enjoying hitting you, mention of bruising, threats of killing, snide comment / joke about punching you, sibling fight, slapping, crying, Sadistic!Matt thinking about hitting you, wanting to lie, ominous phone call, microphone drop. ⚠︎
A/N: Sadistic!Matt's Favourite Song: (No Warnings)
In the late afternoon, when you woke up, the tension in the house was painful. Not in a good way. You heard your brothers hanging out in your living room. Before going out, you checked your cheek for signs of Matt striking you in the face. You didn't mind the welt forming; to you, it was just a reminder of the fun times you had with Matt, but you knew Cole would never let it go if he saw it. After piling on fresh makeup, you joined them.
"Morning, sunshine." Elliott hopped up and wrapped an arm around you.
"We are taking you out." Cole looked content. Maybe the tension was all in your head? You thought. You went into the kitchen and grabbed a crunchy Valley grain bar for a filler snack.
"Cool. Where are we going?" You were hoping they wouldn't be lame and say it was a surprise or anything.
"There is a carnival happening about forty minutes from here." Cole stood up and stretched a little.
"Oh, that's perfect. Matt will probably like it, too." You said nonchalantly. You weren't sure if he was a carnival-type person, but you were excited to find out.
"Oh." The tension you thought might be imaginary became all too apparent, settling in the room like a blanket falling down. Cole's jaw tensed.
"He means a lot to me." You sighed. You hated having to justify being with Matt. The truth was that if they knew the absolute truth, they too would see that no one was better for you than Matt.
"It's fine." Elliott's voice cracked a little.
"Great. He lives a few minutes away. I'll go get him, and we can carpool." You smiled, feeling better knowing Elliott had your back.
"He doesn't have a car?" Cole scoffed.
"He does." You shot back. "I just want to talk to him for a minute before we go. You know, brief him on how crazy you two are." You tried to land a light joke, but it didn't stand a chance against the wall they both had up. Once outside his house, you rounded the corner to the back door. You heard a faint thumping noise as you put your key in to unlock the door. You still felt a sense of nerves as you walked into his house. He didn't seem like the type of person you would want to catch off guard.
Sliding the door open, the sound of the drumming beats pulsed on the surface of your skin. You never really thought about what kind of music Matt would listen to, but this wasn't shy of what you would have guessed. The washed-up lyrics behind the intense, steady drumbeat really set an uneasy tone. You stepped inside as the lyrics faded away, and the song transitioned to a just a drumbeat. Your mouth popped open, forming into a wide smile. There, in the middle of the living room, Matt was turned away from you, dancing. It wasn't anything particular, just a little shoulder shake as he tossed his head back and forth. The music was so loud he hadn't heard you come in. He was feeling every single beat pump through his veins as if it were his own blood.
All morning, he couldn't stop thinking about you. It started simply hoping you were okay. Then it moved on to worrying that your brothers convinced you to leave him. His mind progressed into a dark spot. He did the only thing he knew would silence the thoughts you might be gone—his favorite song. It wasn't his favorite before he met you, but it slowly became his favorite as his feelings for you grew more apparent. "Loving you is something else..." The music, mixed with a hint of Matt, swirled into your mind. You watched in awe as the scary, sadistic Matt kept doing his little jig in the middle of the room. You wanted to announce your presence, but you didn't want him to stop. He slowly started to turn around. You straightened up, waiting for him to notice you. His eyes were shut tightly. He was really feeling this song.
"Matt?" You whispered. You knew he didn't hear you because you barely heard you.
"Losing you is something else..." The music paused for a second before restarting the song.
"Matt?" You took this as your chance. Matt's eyes shot open, and he froze in place. The music took over the silence again. You smiled at him. "Hey." You mouthed through the musical notes swirling between the two of you. Matt walked over to the speaker, blaring, and paused it.
"Pet." He said.
"What song is that?" You asked. You wanted to know so you could never forget the sight of him dancing to it.
"Inamorata." He held no emotion. He was trying to figure out how to feel. Part of him was relieved to see you in his house, still allowed to be with him—still wanting to be. The other part of him was upset you saw him dancing and singing to a song like a teenage girl.
"It's pretty. I liked it." You liked watching Matt more, but the song was beautiful too.
"You." He was short. You knew there was more he wanted to say.
"Me what?" You walked closer to him in the living room.
"It reminds me of you." He looked down at you, hands by his sides.
"That's nice. I think." It was cute. Something reminded him of you, but you didn't know the song well enough to know the true meaning.
"Do you know what inamorata means?" He finally moved and snaked his hands around your waist.
"No." You giggled and shook your head. Matt leaned down closer to your ear, letting his breath tickle you for a moment.
"Inamorata means female lover." His voice was saturated with lust. You felt the cool sensation work its way down your spine.
"Oh." You let out.
"Inamorata." He whispered, his lips gliding across the skin of your neck as he spoke. After the word was thoroughly soaked into your brain, you felt his lips press down on you.
"Mhhmm." You hummed and let your head fall back slightly, allowing him more room to use if he wanted to.
"In-" He moved his lips slightly. "ah-" He kissed lower. "Mor-" He moved spots again. "Ata." He settled the last kiss on your lips. You weren't sure why he was suddenly all over you, but you wanted more.
"Matt." You whimpered. Once was enough to make him weak. His hands gripped your shoulders and squeezed tightly.
"I thought..." He looked down at the floor. "I thought, I lost you." He slowly raised his head to look at you directly.
"Never." You smiled into his baby blues. Matt leaned down and hooked his hands around your thighs. In a swift second, you were thrown over his shoulder. "Matt!?" You shrieked. "What are you doing?" You laughed freely as he walked toward the bedroom. He tossed you on the bed like a toy and quickly undressed himself. You were in a skirt as usual. Matt was releasing his built-up tension. He hated the moment something bad happened; his thoughts told him you were leaving, just like the rest. His need for you was becoming rooted in the fear of never knowing when his time with you would be the last. He wanted to take every chance he could with you. He reached right in between your thighs, ripped your fabric barrier to the side, and inserted himself into you.
You had given Matt full consent to your body without him knowing. There wasn't anything he could do to you that you wouldn't be okay with. "Yes." You panted out, letting him know it was good. His thrusts inside you weren't anything special. There was no rhythm to his hips pushing and pulling against yours. This was so that he could feel inside you for a few minutes. Matt grabbed your wrists and held you pinned down. His mouth peppered kisses all over your neck and collarbones. The sensation was new. Even with all of your moments of intimacy with Matt, he could still find something new to introduce into your relationship. "I'm yours." The words left your lips without your brain filtering them. They came from pure pleasure and ownership.
"My Pet." He used one hand to grip your neck. This sexual encounter felt very normal. For a brief moment, you wondered, "Am I changing him?" Matt's hand squeezed, and you felt a little rush in your head. "Inamorata." He whispered into your ear. You were beginning to like the way it sounded. Just as you were about to moan, Matt's groan filled the room. He pulled out of you and smacked your thigh slightly. "I could use you like that every day, Pet." His words, slightly degrading as they were, made your body shiver as your liquid pleasure leaked out.
"Please." You already had more sex than you ever had, even when you were primarily paid for it. With Matt, sex was more. It was an experience. It was what they told you it should feel like. It meant something to you. Matt leaned down and captured your mouth with his. Never getting tired of kissing you, he felt more comfortable initiating it now. When he pulled back and looked into your eyes, you saw the sweetness of his lust circling his pupils. "We are going to a carnival. Please come." You asked, shying away from him a little.
"We?" He pulled back more. His jaw tensed up. His eyes lost their affection.
"My brothers and -"
"No." He hopped off of the bed and changed his clothes.
"Matt. I never wanted you to meet them like that. Please." You sat up and felt his cum wetting your pink lace.
"Pet, I don't do the family thing." He said avoiding eye contact with you.
"I talked to them. I promise it'll be better this time." You stood up and positioned yourself under his chin. Arms wrapped around him. "I promise." Matt stood uncomfortable. He didn't like hugging, and he certainly didn't want to hang out with your brothers. The ones he beat the shit out of because he thought you were cheating... again.
"Okay." He sighed. He felt like he owed it to you. You squeezed his body harder. For a sadist, he wasn't very built. Still, he was big enough to dominate you properly. Just another thing to make you two perfect for each other.
"We are carpooling. Come on." You grabbed his wrist and pulled him through his own house. The drive doesn't take long, but the closer you get to your house, the more tense Matt looked. His color grew paler, his eyes narrowed, his jaw tensed, and he appeared angry. You ran inside to get your brothers. "Matt's in the car. Ready?" You knew yesterday was just a misunderstanding, and you had high hopes that today would help smooth things over. You were okay with Matt not meeting your family right away. Your nature and his were perfect for each other, not necessarily understood by outsiders.
"Great." Cole looked the same way Matt did on the short drive over.
"Don't worry. It'll be fine." Elliott wrapped his arm around your shoulder and walked with you behind Cole.
"I'm driving." Elliott ran to the correct door.
"Matt and I can take the back seat." You knew Matt would prefer that anyway. Matt noticed the passenger seat was reclaimed and stepped out of the car. He was slightly shorter than Cole, but he carried a darker presence. Cole glared down at him as he switched to the backseat. Matt knew they would never like him. It took him years to find someone like you—someone accepting.
Once you were in the backseat, you reached over and grabbed Matt's hand. He didn't like it, especially while he was already on edge with your family around, but he let you hold it. The drive to the carnival was awkward but not as bad as you thought it would be. The air was thick with tension and unresolved angst. The fact that the three most important men in your life all hated each other, and it was all because of you, was intense.
"How many people?" The gate attendant asked.
"I'll pay for you." Cole nudged you playfully. Matt gritted his teeth. It wasn't jealousy rooted in romance; it was more a bitterness stemming from the notion that you didn't need him. Matt needed to be needed. It fueled his confidence, and the fact you were being taken care of by other people bothered him.
"I got us," Elliott spoke to Matt, taking him out of his thoughts. Matt looked at him. He was observing this brother. Elliott was the more amicable, more understanding of the two brothers. Cole was the problem—Matt's problem.
"What are we going to do first?" You asked, looking around. The rides were lit up even though it was only just now starting to get darker. The food was being cooked fresh, filling the air with a variety of sweet, salty, and greasy aromas.
"Rides." "Eat." Cole and Matt glared at each other's challenging statements.
"What do you want to do?" Elliott asked you. He meant well trying to give you the choice, but now it just made it seem like you were picking a side to represent.
"I... Uh..." You stuttered. All three of the boys stood watching you, waiting for your response.
"Games!" You said excitedly. For one, it would be a lot of fun. But most importantly, neither of them had suggested it.
"Okay," Cole said, sounding a little more into the activity. All of you made your way to the game alley. Matt stayed so close to your side that he kept bumping into you. You couldn't tell what his issue was other than Cole's dislike for him; you weren't sure why he was on edge. You played the Strong Man game, losing of course. Elliott wanted to try. He did better but still lost. The next game was a simple one: Ducks. You just had to pick the right duck in the pond to get a prize. You, again, lost. Cole played this one for fun and won a small prize. "Here." He handed you the tiny duck plushy. You squished it close.
"I love him." You smiled. "You want to play?" You offered to Matt. You wanted to make sure he didn't feel left out.
"No." His voice was tense. You swiftly looked to see Elliott and Cole sharing estranged looks of disapproval. You looked back at Matt and nodded. You wanted him to try at least to get along, but you understood he wasn't the type to let people in much anyway. But this mattered. You guys kept slowly dragging your feet along until your eyes lit up at the sight of the sparkling sign—knife throwing. "Matt, can you win me something?" You saw his lip smirk to the side.
"I can try." You both knew he was flawless at this. You were excited to know Cole and Elliott were going to witness him win you a prize. Matt walked up to the table and picked up the knives. He felt them for a second, learning their weight and balance. Without missing a beat, Matt chucked the knife directly at the target. It stuck. He threw another—stuck. And another—same results. All five knives stuck in the middle of the target seemed to overlap one another, fighting for the middle spot.
"Large prize!" The game attendant hollered and rang a bell. Matt was smiling.
"Pick whatever you want inamorata." He whispered in your ear. He didn't want your brothers to know his nicknames for you.
"Can I get... That one." You pointed at the big plush animal. Matt accepted the prize from the vendor. He handed it to you. "Can we get cotton candy?" You were starting to fall into the cliche of a couple being at the fair, but you couldn't help it. This was the first time in your few months of dating that you felt like a normal couple. You and Matt walked off, leaving your brothers behind. They stood watching Matt buy you the sugar fluff you asked for.
"You know, she seems happy," Elliott said. Sure, he saw Matt as odd, to say it nicely, but there was no denying his baby sister's happiness when it was right there in front of them.
"He hit her. In the face El." Cole wasn't changing his mind anytime soon. Matt was wrong for her, and he wasn't going to let one stuffed animal and sugar cloud his judgment.
"Maybe, hear me out, hot head; it was an accident." Elliott was recalling the events of last night.
"You didn't notice how he enjoyed it?" Cole paid attention. He might be a hothead who gets into fights, but he wasn't stupid. He never blacked out, he was never blind to the problem.
"Misunderstanding?" Elliott's voice cracked a little, trying to find excuses. Matt's feelings weren't important to him, but he knew it meant the world to you.
"Yeah. Maybe. I need to talk to him. Could you like distract Sis for me?" Cole asked. His words sounded nice, but his intentions were far from it.
"Of course, bro. I always got your back." Elliott was naive to Cole's plan. You were toggling your items in your hands when you and Matt walked over to your brothers.
"Sis, want to ride the Tilt-A-Whirl?" You nodded eagerly at first, but when you made eye contact with Matt, you realized you shouldn't.
"Can I?" You asked Matt's permission, which warmed his heart. Even though you were asking to make sure he would be okay, he liked feeling like he had control of you. He nodded slowly. You handed Matt your cotton candy and left the group with Elliott, leaving Matt and Cole alone.
"So here is the thing. That girl is our baby sister. We will do anything to protect her." Matt looked Cole in the eyes, disinterested.
"And I love her." Matt decided to speak up. He knew your brothers wouldn't stop trying to get between the two of you. His heart leaped. This was the first time he proclaimed his love for you to someone other than you. It felt real.
"Look, man, I saw the bruises. You aren't going to fool me." Cole stood his ground. Matt straightened up. He knew they could never understand what happened in the bedroom between the two of you, but that also kept him in the role of the villain. Matt clenched his jaw, trying to bite his tongue. "If you ever put your hands on her, I'll kill you." Cole stood tall compared to Matt. Matt wasn't scared. He was pissed. He hated the feeling of knowing he would never hurt you in a way you couldn't handle but not being able to vocalize it.
"That was so fun. We have to go again." You smiled, feeling dizzy from the ride.
"You guys have fun?" Cole switched up his attitude fast. Matt noticed the facade.
"So much." Elliott pulled out his phone to check it.
"What's next?" You asked, ready for your next adventure, hopefully this time with Matt.
"Do they have any games where you punch like a punching bag or something?" Cole asked nonchalantly. Having missed his intentions, you looked around.
"I don't know -" Your voice trailed off, still searching for something similar to a bar game.
"That's too bad. Matt would have been good at that." Your head whipped to look at Cole, now catching his point. Matt physically bit his tongue, tasting the iron.
"What was that?" You challenged Cole.
"I said, that's too bad. Matty boy would have been good at punching something." Cole didn't back down. He stood on his words.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You yelled. Your anger didn't waste time bubbling before spilling over—it flooded.
"We all saw the bruises. Don't lie about it. We can help you." Elliott looked up from his phone as he heard the fight escalating.
"I don't need help. I'm fine. I love him. So stop being a dick." You never fought with your brothers when you were growing up. Being the baby of the family, everyone was always on your side—until now.
"Just admit he hurt you. I saw him punch you in the -" You slapped him quiet. Right across the cheek, the same one Matt had hit on you.
"Cole, drop it." You stormed off. The tears started to fall once you were turned away. Matt felt something he hadn't felt in a long time—guilt. He didn't like seeing you unhappy. In pain, he loved that, but when you were sad, it caused him pain. He didn't like feeling anything. He made eye contact with Elliott, and they nodded at each other. Matt chased after you.
"Pet." He called out, earning a few odd looks from those who heard. He realized that didn't sound normal in public. You turned around and let Matt catch up to you. You immediately threw yourself into his chest and let more tears fall. Matt felt more guilt bubbling.
"I love you, Matt. I love you so much." You hated sounding so whiny about it, but the love you had built for Matt, with Matt, was beyond words.
"I know." He felt you nuzzle him. He liked it. He may not be the one to initiate intimate touches often, but when you gave them, he secretly loved some of them.
"I'm sorry you are in the middle of this. They have never been like this before and -" Matt never thought he'd do what he did, but he decided to be the voice of reason.
"It does look odd to outside people. I do hit you, Pet." He smiled, thinking about it. He couldn't help himself. Something about the idea of his body colliding with yours just did something to him. You looked up at him with your eyes pink from your salty tears. You couldn't believe he was being the voice of reason at the moment.
"I love you, Matt. No matter what anyone else says or thinks." He just nodded. He was fine telling you he loved you too, but he didn't want to wear it out.
"What do we tell them?" Matt's head nodded in the direction of the identical brothers talking. After a quick glance in their direction, you felt some understanding build in your chest. They were your big brothers. You were their little sister.
"They are just going to have to trust me." That was until either you could tell them the truth or come up with a damn good lie as to how you let Matt bruise you. It seemed like an easy lie as if you had fallen or something, but you and Cole both knew what he saw. Matt hit your face and he loved it—that was the actual problem.
Once you had settled down, you walked hand in hand with Matt back over to your brothers. Elliott exchanged a small smile, he looked almost apologetic. "Who is he on the phone with E?" You asked a little more cheery than intended—you were overselling your feelings. He stayed quiet. The look on Elliott's face said it all—all you needed to know. Cole hung up and took a few steps back to join the group.
"Cole, you didn't." You glared him down. Your head started spinning. You looked at Matt, which only made it feel worse. Your tears were reforming. Matt was confused. He wasn't accustomed to the sibling mind-reading you grew up with. He stood by, waiting for someone to explain the new tension growing. "Tell me you didn't." Your voice was firm, but you were begging.
"I had to, Sis." Cole didn't look sad, primarily just concerned—and he was. After moments of silence, Cole spoke up again. The words only adding to the ever-growing tension between everyone. "Mom and Dad want to meet him."
I did normal Matt Sturniolo tags on this chapter because its so light. If you are reading this for the first time the other chapters are NOT light. Proceed with caution.
