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[mwahmatt]

10.07 ⸻ 𝓚𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑  ⊹  🕸️  𓈒

not the only one ೀ somewhat hate sex, praise, cheating (not condoned), confrontation, pussy worship, orgasm denial, slapping, rough sex. | wc. 1.5k

ever since you and matt had made your relationship official, you couldn't help but feel the instant change when it came to his brother chris's, energy toward you.

before, you and the triplets were all friends, no sort of resentment, no sense of awkwardness, nothing. now it seems like you can't walk into a room without chris immediately leaving. it was to an uncomfortable extent at this point and you decided you weren't going to ignore it anymore, you couldn't.

matt was currently with nick, out getting food, which gave you a perfect opportunity to question chris's recent behaviour.

sitting up in matt's bed, wondering why you're even bothering, why do you care for chris's validation so much? he's a dick.

sighing as you open the door, catching yourself checking your reflection before leaving. the sound of your footsteps headed toward chris's room can be heard echoing through the vacant house, almost as if the universe is telling that this is your only chance to get this conversation over with, without matt finding out atleast.

a hesitant knock interrupts chris's continuous scrolling on his phone, he doesn't bother to get up and open the door, obviously. "come in." he says, this time you don't hesitate before opening the door.

"oh, it's you." he exhales, sitting up in curiosity. lost for words a little at his lack of usual rudeness, "so what do you want?", breaking your accidental reverie.

"oh yeah, i just wanted to talk to you real quick, is that okay?" God you sound pathetic, you've known this kid since middle school, and yet you still find yourself nervous by his presence. "yeah what's up" he replies nodding, still finding a way to keep his eyes locked on yours in the most condescending way possible.

next thing you know, you're sat at the bottom of his bed, trying to find the right words, unfortunately for you, your mind speaks for you. "what the fuck is your problem?" you ask, an undeniable tone of irritation behind your bold choice of words.

he scoffs, "excuse you?".

it was this moment that you realise, the hatred chris has for you is most definitely mutual. you repeat yourself, louder, clearer. "all of a sudden you have such a huge problem with me, so i'm asking you what the fuck did i do?"

chris shakes his head, light chuckles leaving his visible smirk, "you need to get over yourself, i don't care for you enough to have a problem with you.", he replies to your confrontational remark, finding his way to his feet as he begins to walk out of the room.

you promised yourself that you were going to get to the bottom of his lack of manners, so with that being said, you follow him. "no no no, you're not getting out of this chris" you speak aloud, ensuring he can hear you as he walks downstairs, openly avoiding this conversation. you quicken your pace in step and meet him at the bottom of the stairs. "chris if i did something, just tell me, please.". no longer caring for lack of emotion or maintaining a nonchalant attitude. you cared, probably more than you should, and if chris was ever going to talk to you, he needed to know that.

his hand finds its way to your arm, grasping it with a firm grip. "y/n, i'm telling you to leave it alone. don't try talking me, stop trying to find some part of me that cares about you, because i'm telling you it won't work, that part of me doesn't exist." he states, with his eyes laying uncomfortably on yours, almost compelling you. his words hit you like bricks.

your initial instinct is probably the least helpful one, yet you execute it anyway. your hand finds its way to chris's face, as forcefully as it can, the sound of your skin connecting slices the silence with ease, leaving a rouge linger. despite the anger flowing through your being, it doesn't stop the overwhelming emotion flooding your eyes. your lashes flutter, eyes on his darting left to right, as chris's hand glides to the same place on his inevitable face in which yours was just a second ago. his tongue clicking the roof of his mouth as he closes his eyes, rolling them back with an undeniable lack of patience.

"fuck you." the words leave your lips, quick and true. leaving him stood, processing. turning to walk away, neither of you breaking the newly created silence. counting in your head, every step you take up the stairs. it took seven. seven for you to turn your head, chris statued at the bottom of the staircase, looking up, you can't tell if he's looking at you or simply gathering his thoughts.

no longer thinking, no intentions, just actions. you take one step down, slow, hesitant, if you weren't sure where chris was previously looking, you were now. his eyes meet yours immediately at your first movement, the air sends a mutual agreement through the both of your lungs. inhaling in unison, his arms reach out as your legs lead you to him, jumping at the last step, wrapping them around his chest.

his grip remains still on your ass, talking to one another, not verbally, but physically, the way your pupils exist against one another's.

"just fuck me" chris whines breathlessly. after a day of hesitating you'd think that you wouldn't dare to again. matt wasn't anywhere near your mind and luckily enough no where near home.

your head throws back, a frustrated sigh leaving your unaccompanied lips. giving up any sense of self respect you had been trying to maintain, your lips eat away at his, shared moans and groans confirm where this is going, as if it's not obvious.

chris begins carrying you up the stairs, not pulling his lips from yours. the thought driving you crazy, thinking about how matt never does this, he'll always make you wait until you're upstairs, hidden.

your eyes stay closed, not daring to ruin this moment, when you feel a familiar turn to the left, chris's room is on the right?

"where..are we...going" you mumble between soft moans. chris drops you down onto a bed, not his, but his brothers.

"if you're gonna fuck me instead of my brother for once there's no way it's happening anywhere but here." he says, taking his shirt off and unbuttoning his pants. you scan the room, it looks strangely different, you're in here all day everyday and yet with chris it feels different, better.

sliding your shorts off with ease, he pulls your soaked panties to the side, picking you up again just like the minutes before. "already so wet for me baby, if only my brother knew how i'm about to have you"

slamming into you with an undeniable lack of warning, your scream like moans can be heard from a lifetime away. chris is thicker than matt, the way your pussy stretches around his cock sends you into an overdrive. your back leaned against matt's closed door, arching and begging for more. it's messier, filthier, naughtier.

"matts not the only one who wants to know how good this pussy feels" he grunts through his possessing thrusts. "fuck chris you feel so good-i can't-" your brain can't fathom chris's audacity to not only fuck you in general, but fuck you like he owns you, like he always has. the sound of his dick pounding into you, your thighs clashing against the wetness in which your cunt continuously produces around him.

"still hate me?" he asks rhetorically. "you can hate me all you want this pussy belongs to me." his tone is cold and condisending, just as it has been the past few months, he doesn't ask you because he has no doubts he knows your his now, his familiar cocky smirk growing as you nod in a dumbfucked manner.

chris's demeanor is no longer annoying nor frustrating to you, it's the key to making you a slut beneath him. his confidence in which he displays perfectly as he claims your throbbing cunt as his, there was no chance in hell he was going to let his brother take this away from him now.

"so fucking tight around me mama, such a perfect pussy" he whimpers, throwing his head back in pure pleasure. his hand grabbing your face, forcing your eyes onto his, staring into your soul as he pounds it out of you, he lifts his hand and slaps your cheek, enough to sting and make your eyes water and your vocal chords wail. "you keep crying f'me like that n i'll cum any second now"

click.

"we're back!" matt's reluctant tone echos through the home.

chris's hand covers your mouth as he continues to shove his bulge within the pool of anticipation in which your body has made around him. you swear neither of you have blinked since the front door closed. the adrenaline rushing through your veins, the thought of being caught ties the knot growing in your stomach, pussy clenching around chris's cock you feel yourself coming undone.

breathless, "fuck chris i- i'm gonna-" you mutter from under his hand, he shakes his head and plants his mouth next to your ear. "not today you're not." and just like that he slides his length out of your dripping heat. putting his clothes back on, leaving you stood catching a somewhat understanding of your situation. "chris please i need-" crossing your legs as they tremble for him.

he walks over and tilts your head slightly down, lightly kissing your forehead. "you know where to find me, i'm all yours now." he says, closing the door behind him, every memory of what just happened being left in matt's room.

au: this is so rushed and honestly way too repetitive for my liking but i hope you all enjoy to some degree. i'm locked in for the rest of kinktober too, just had to get studying out of the way !!

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[mwahmatt]

10.09 ⸻ 𝓚𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑  ⊹  🕸️  𓈒 

dead man walking ೀ bondage, ghost!matt, medium!reader, perversion, praise, orgasm control, oral f!receiving, use of matthew instead of matt just to fit the time era. | wc. 2k

your whole life you've been able to hear and see things, things in which those around you couldn't even find themselves believing in half the time.

it was like, everything's heightened, every thought and feeling, whether it be your own or someone else's. it was felt it on a different level.

at times you couldn't help but sense that your emotions never truly belonged to you, someone or something else is always watching, mimicking, sharing every aspect of your life with you.

things got better when you met sam and colby, for the first time in what felt like forever, people understood you, understood you on a level only you thought yourself was able to display. the more videos you did with them, the closer you grew, not only to them but within yourself too. always thinking that you had a good understanding of your abilities, always so sure you could control everything.

with that being said it was more than an estatic feeling that travelled through your veins when sam and colby offered to have you as a guest for their first addition to "hell week". "of course! i'd be so honoured to." you type as the familiar feeling flows through the atmosphere, the feeling of home, they were your home.

weeks go by and the day finally arrives. packing your suitcase, gathering your energy and most importantly remembering to not be too hard on yourself, the tendency of wanting to people please to the best of your abilities to get answers and evidence has always been a disadvantage when it comes to paranormal settings.

ensuring you have your morning coffee before leaving, after staying up all night, not intentionally of course, it's never intentional. every time you closed your eyes whether it be last night trying to fall asleep or this morning trying to not fall asleep, the same images flash through your visionary. a face in which has become nothing but familiar since the night before, the same round glasses, piercing blue eyes and undeniable teasing energy. you were more than sure that he would be making an appearance tonight.

you step into the building in which sam was already busy setting up camera equipment and ect.

immediately you could feel him watching you, the same ambience in which you felt all around you just hours before. why you? was it just because he knew you could see him? or something more..

"what's up guys it's sam and colby!". just like that all connections broke, you didn't feel him anymore. almost dissapointed, you introduce yourself to the camera as if it doesn't recognise your face anyway.

"so we haven't told y/n anything about this building guys, are you picking up on anything yet?" colby asks you reluctantly, patiently, as if the answer was written on your expression.

"there's definitely a lot to unpack here, it feels like the buildings been waiting for me." you admit, making sure to add an insincere laugh after speaking, already aware of the predictable reaction in which has now already left sam and colbys mouths.

you didn't want to tell them about him, you didn't want to tell anyone. he felt like a secret that you couldn't share, because if you did he would disappear.

hours of investigating had gone past rather quickly, rem pods, music boxes, they all were used relentlessly, going off in certain areas, staying silent in others.

but no matter where you went, you never stopped feeling him follow you, he didn't mutter a word, not out loud nor into the equipment that the two that made company brought with them. he knew that either way you would be aware of his presence.

every beep, every footstep, you secretly hoped it was him. the need to communicate with whoever his is became unbearable, so much so that you didn't hesitate to volunteer when the question was raised :

"so who wants to do the estes method?"

your answer was so instant you weren't even sure who had asked.

"me! i-i'll do it." your vocalize quicker than intended, trying to remain contained. you were never one to like being alone in these types of places, always unsure what would be free to accompany you. today was different, you knew exactly who would come and you wanted it.

sam and colby claimed to "love your energy" as they handed you a camera, blindfold and headphones. they walked you over to the space in which he was already sat, waiting for you. a wooden chair placed in the middle of the room, a neatly placed rope laying comfortably on it.

"just tell me if it's too tight okay?" sam spoke in between movements as he wrapped the rope around the chair in which you were now imbedded in. you nod, chest growing heavier, not because of the rope or blindfold not even because of the dark that surrounded you, but because no matter what his eyes never left you, almost burning into the back of your head.

now left alone, the only light coming from your camera, peeking through your blindfold ever so slightly. your hands tied behind the chair, unable to break free, unconsciously trying just to see if he's still behind you.

"why do you keep following me? what do you want?"

walking in front of you, pace slow and assertive. "the question is, what do you want? you're not the only one who can pick up on energy you know." now kneeling between your thighs, steadily tracing messy circles around your knee, causing your skin to crawl in vulnerability, breath hitched as he lifts your blindfold off. "there's my pretty girl." he exhales, almost in a relieved manner to finally be directly sat before you.

"who are you? what do you want with me?" there's a number of questions racing through your mind but those two stand out as the most significant. breath now so heavy you're certain your heart could jump out of your chest at any moment, right into his hands.

a light, sultry chuckle leaves his parted lips, maintaining a permanent focus on the way your thighs clench ever so slightly when his fingers stroke further against your skin. "my names matthew, sweetheart, i'm not gonna hurt you there's no need to worry about that." usually you're so good at understanding the goals of those dead who walk among us, but with your newly introduced craving, there's just no knowing.

"what are you going to do to me." cracking through your defenceless vocal chords, turning your head away from the sight as a singular tear falls down your cheek, it's not that you feel unsafe, the most you can figure out is that he has no real intent of harming you, it's the feeling of disgust you hold toward yourself for accepting that you wouldn't be opposed to fulfilling his wishes, a people pleaser, like always.

"oh dear there's no need to be afraid, i wanna make you feel good, you want that don't you?" you couldn't deny the soaking desire growing between your legs, 'this is sick.' you think to yourself, nodding pathetically as matthew places his hand softly between your knees, looking up at you for approval. a perverted, gasp like sigh leaves his mouth, sending a cold chill between your thighs. "no underwear, you were waiting for me to have you like this, weren't you? so naughty.."

"matthew please i just want-" submissively whimpering under your uneasy breath. "shhhh it's okay sweetheart i know, i just wanna take my time with you that's all." he softly replies to your begs, his tone careful, focused.

you've never been one to have sex, and when you do it's extremely vanilla, the only vile acts have always stayed strictly in your imagination. though here you are, tied to a chair, unable to move or touch yourself, your two closest friends just seconds away, ready to be used by your very own dead man walking. even the thought of it driving you crazy. if only sam and colby knew the amount of paranormal activity happening between your wet cunt.

"tell me sweet girl, what would you like me to do to you hm?" matthew teases, is it your shaking legs that gives it away or the way your nipples remain hard under your shirt. "use your big girl words hun otherwise i can't give you want you want"

"touch me..please god i need you to touch me" throwing your head back in anticipation. slow kisses, placed delicately along your thighs, working his way up, taking his time just as he said he would. his tongue finding its way to your clit, savouring your flavour as he glides his fingers up and down your legs. "such an innocent girl, pussy tastes so sweet just f'me.."

wailing under his touch, praying for the one thing keeping you from pushing his tongue further breaks loose, but the rope stays intact. his tone, his mannerisms, so cold yet so scorching to live a second without.

"matt-i'm gonna..fuck please don't stop!" crying with no care for maintaining a safe volume, legs shuddering as his tongue circles over your clit rhythmically, fingers sliding in out of your dripping pussy, scooping upwards as he hits your g spot with discretion. he's so careful with the way he caresses you, as if he could ruin you any minute, like you're a porcelain doll waiting to be broken then glued back together.

the knot growing in your stomach is much heavier than it is when your simply touching yourself at home, its filthier, your morals tell you it's so wrong yet your body is telling you just how right it is. "not yet dear, want to get you as worked up as possible." matthew remarks, detaching himself from your heat of want, he tears a patch of his shirt, cleaning you up, somehow in a softer fashion than he was displaying just seconds ago. how can such a devil be so gentle? "matthew? where-where are you going please i need-" you squeal, watching him walk away from you, toward the door. "your friends are returning my angel, i'll be back the moment you crave me, you have my word."

so close yet so far, standing at the doorway, his thumb rested on the handle, out of reach and soon to be out of sight. with that being that you hear sam and colby's frantic yells and laughs echo down the staircase, their voices directly leading themselves to your ears. your cunt pulsing, longing for matthew, you were left a mess, more of a mess than he had made you. though that was his plan all along, wasn't it?

sam opens the door, walking past matthew without a care in the world, you can't imagine ever being able to walk past him and not go insane with the need to let him destroy you and patch you up afterwards.

"so how was it?" colby interrupts your attempts to stabilise your breath. you hadn't thought, hadn't realised. your eyes dart directly to sam's camera, in which had been filming your entire encounter with a ghost that could change their careers forever. sam picks up the camera as colby unties you.

"wait!" odd looks shot your way, taken aback by your sudden burst of energy. "i'll-ill hold the camera, and edit it as soon as i get home, save you all the trouble." eyes widening when you see him, stood smirking proudly behind the boys. "okay... y/n are you feeling good you seem a little shaken?" colby questions, visibly concerned. you figured it wouldn't be hard to make a story up, you've seen over a hundered ghost movies, at least one of the plots will be able to cover up what truly happened here tonight.

"yeah no i'm-i'm good, i'll give you guys a rundown when we're in the car? i just wanna get out of here first." you lie through your teeth, you're in fact not good, tired yes, good no. though your body's burnt out physically, your mind is sending itself into an overdrive of questions. all in which you're sure you would have the chance to ask, sooner than you think.

au: i feel like ghost!matt is giving elijah from tvd or am i just insane... hope you guys liked this, she's a long one! also i know the actual smut scene is lwk rushed but im thinking of letting ghost!matt stay for a while..

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