#sweetener

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✿ — blazed . . . sweetheart!matt

in which . . . the universe shrinks to just you and matt, and nothing else matters but the way he feels.

warnings . . . smut , making out , car sex , unprotected sex , riding , praise kink , size kink , creampie.

𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙉 𝙁𝙄𝘾 #1

the night air is soft and cool, brushing your skin through the cracked window as matt’s car hums quietly beneath you. the two of you are parked just outside the city, the lights fading away into a dark sky dotted with stars—like the universe put on a private show just for you two.

you lean your head back against the seat, heart already fluttering even before matt’s hand finds yours, fingers lacing together like they were made for it. the way he looks at you is like gravity pulling you closer, a silent promise whispered without words.

you try to steady your breath, but it’s impossible. the whole world feels suspended, held in this moment that’s both intimate and infinite.

“you ever think about how wild it is?” matt’s voice is low, barely louder than the night around you. “like, of all the people on this planet, it’s just us right here, right now.”

you nod, your fingers tightening around his. “it’s kind of crazy.”

“yeah.” he smiles, that shy little thing that makes your chest ache. “like fate or something. like we were always supposed to find each other.”

you meet his gaze, feeling the truth of it in the way your heart pounds. “yeah.”

the music playing softly in the background seems to wrap around you both, the lyrics drifting through the car like a secret only you share.

matt shifts closer, his breath warm on your cheek. “i wanna make this last forever,” he murmurs, voice thick with something you can’t quite name. “you, me, right here. nothing else.”

your breath catches, familiar heat pooling low in your stomach as his hand slides to cup your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone gently.

you lean into the touch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment, the tension between you electric. when you open them again, matt’s lips are just inches from yours. slow. deliberate. waiting.

“can i?” he asks softly, the vulnerability making you melt.

“yes,” you whisper back, barely able to contain the rush of feeling.

his mouth finds yours in a kiss that’s everything—soft and hungry, sweet and urgent all at once. your hands find his chest, while his hands trace the curve of your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you, just heat and breath and the dizzying certainty that this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

you get lost in the moment—the way his lips move against yours, the way his fingers thread through your hair, the steady beat of his heart under your palm. it’s magnetic, like falling into a star you never want to stop orbiting.

the world outside the car disappears completely, leaving only the two of you wrapped in a private bubble of warmth, love, and light.

and as the kiss deepens, his fingers slip beneath your shirt. the heat between you flickers and grows, promising so much more—promising a night you’ll never forget.

but for now, it’s just this—this perfect, blazed moment under the endless sky, where you belong in his arms and nothing else matters.

matt pulls away, panting, his hands reaching down to his jeans and tugging the zipper down. you take the cue to rid yourself of your shorts and panties, lifting your hips to slip them off and drop them in the floorboard. your turn to matt, and he’s already got his boxers and jeans down to his mid-thighs.

“c’mere, baby,” matt motions you over, to which you climb over the center console, plopping down on his thighs. he groans softly as he feels your warm wetness start to spread across his even warmer skin. “fuck, you’re so wet…”

your face flushes deeply at his truthful but humiliating words, dropping your gaze down to his cock. matt hooks his slender finger underneath your chin, dragging your gaze back up to his face. god, he found it so cute that you were so bashful. “gonna ride me, sweetheart?” his voice is sickeningly sweet.

your teeth sink into your plush bottom lip as you nod, looking up at him with big, glossy eyes. matt drops his hands down to your bare hips, lifting you up so that you’re hovering above his erected length.

you help him out, lining him up with your dripping entrance. “deeep breaths, baby,” matt reminds as he starts lowering you down onto him. you let out a whine at the delicious stretch—the fullness.

“fuck, you’re tight.” matt groans, and the sound of his voice alone has you clenching around him. his hands trail down to your ass, cupping it firmly, fingers digging into your flesh. matt looks at you with that questioning look, to which you nod, giving him the ‘okay’ to start moving you up and down.

he tightens his grip on your ass, lifting you up and bringing you back down on his cock, a loud moan leaving your lips. “matt…”

he starts moving you faster, the sound of your ass coming down on his thighs ringing in your ears. each time he drops you back down, his tip brushes your cervix, bruisingly delicious. you swear you’re seeing stars already, and it’s all thanks to matt.

“fuuuck…feels good, sweet girl?” matt rasps, his voice almost as shaky as your ragged breaths. “y-yes, i—mmph—“ you’re cut off by your own moan, unable to keep your head up any longer and dropping your face into the crook of his neck.

matt chuckles softly—shakily. your walls clamp down on him at the sound, eliciting a gasp from the both of you. “shit, baby, you feel perfect—god, this pussy was made for me,” matt groans, tossing his head back, starting to move you up and down faster, the sounds of your skin plopping down against him growing louder and wetter.

you feel his cock pulsing inside you, the feeling only heightening your pleasure, the knot in your gut tightening. matt feels your walls flutter around him, and he starts thrusting up into you, his grunts getting noisier. “fuuuck, sweetheart—keep takin’ it just like that. squeezin’ me so good—makin’ me so proud.”

“m-matt—“ you gasp, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he starts hitting your sweet spot dead-on. “yeah, baby? you close?” he grunts, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. you nod desperately, eyes squeezing shut and jaw falling slack. “just a little longer, princess…m’almost there.”

your whiny moans get more prominent, which only drives matt closer to the edge. you feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you’re not sure if you can hold it any longer. “matt, i—i can’t—“ you babble.

“give it to me, baby. i’m right behind you.” matt encourages. you snap. you feel it first in your core, then in your chest, then everywhere—white-hot and all-consuming. your body quivers on top of him, tears pricking your eyes as you cry out. matt relishes in the feeling of you creaming on his cock, which sends him straight over the edge. he grips you tighter, hips stuttering as a rush of heat blurs his thoughts and leaves him gasping as his load shoots deep inside you.

you lift your head so you can see his face and god, he looks gorgeous. he leans in, lips brushing over your jaw with a quiet, “you okay, sweet girl?” you nod, too blissed out to speak. he smiles.

“good. ’cause i’m not even close to being done with you.”

author’s note . . . HI!! first fic of the marathon 🥳 hopefully this was a good kickoff! and thanks to bae @sturnsblogs for proofreading 😁 ALSO im doing a different layout and color scheme for this marathon, but afterward it’ll be back to usual!

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[bedspringer]

BEDSPRINGER PRESENTS...

excuse me, i love you

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ a sweetener-inspired holiday one-shot series featuring jjk men! some will be specifically be x blackfem!reader, while others will simply be fem!reader. for some reason, i associate sweetener with winter, so that's where this idea came from! hope you enjoy<3

pairings: deceasedhusband!gojo x widow!reader, bf!choso x blackfem!reader, nerd!gojo x blackfem!reader, fwb!gojo x fem!reader, exhusband!toji x fem!reader, brothersbestfriend!toji x fem!reader, crush!choso x blackfem!reader, exbf!nanami x stressed!reader

track one: raindrops (an angel cried)

pairing: deceasedhusband!gojo x widow!reader

synopsis: its officially been one year since your husband, satoru gojo, lost to sukuna in shinjuku. but before he left on that fateful day, he gave you an unknown box, a box that you were to open when you deemed it to be the right time, which you've decided is now. (post-shinjuku au)

contains: angst, emotional hurt, mentions of depression

track two: r.e.m

pairing: bf!choso x blackfem!reader

synopsis: you fell asleep next to your boyfriend, choso, and found yourself dreaming. oh! and who's that? its your boyfriend! also in your dream! who knows what'll happen next... (established relationship)

contains: smut, fluff

track three: sweetener

pairing: nerd!gojo x blackfem!reader

synopsis: you're paired with a sweet nerd named satoru for a group project in your hardest math class, which also happens to be the class where you have your lowest grade. eventually, he finds out and is determined to help you raise your grade. however, in the process, you both become smitten with each other. (college au)

contains: smut, fluff

track four: everytime

pairing: fwb!gojo x fem!reader

synopsis: you and your best friend, gojo, are both freshly broken up with. mutually, you decide to fake date to make your exes jealous. it works, but at the cost of the friendship you once cherished. (fake dating au)

contains: angst, some smut, fluff

track five: borderline

pairing: brothersbestfriend!toji x fem!reader

synopsis: just because you happen to be shiu's little sister, doesn't mean you're off-limits! you just wish his best friend, toji, would know that. but there's always a chance for him to learn from his mistakes... (brother's best friend au)

contains: smut

track six: better off

pairing: exhusband!toji x fem!reader

synopsis: reflecting on all the moments that led up to the mutual decision to get a divorce from your husband, toji, due to the lingering danger over your family's head from his assassin job. you come to the conclusion that even though you will always love him, you will be better off without him. (marriage au)

contains: angst, light smut, some fluff

track seven: goodnight n go

pairing: crush!choso x blackfem!reader

synopsis: you see the same guy on the train every day on your way back home from work. out of nowhere, he starts to occupy your mind, and one day, you finally speak to each other. and even though you just spoke for the first time ever, it feels like you knew him your entire life. (strangers to friends to lovers)

contains: fluff, some smut

track eight: get well soon

pairing: exbf!nanami x stressed!reader

synopsis: you're on good terms with your ex-boyfriend, nanami, and because of that, he notices how your university work and other responsibilities are eating away at you. he makes a bet with you: he has a month to make you feel better. if he fails, he'll back off and leave you alone. but if he succeeds… well, you'll see. (right person, wrong time au)

contains: fluff, comfort

[urcoolgf]

THE GOOD HOUSEKEEPING SEAL

pairing. bf¡drew && singer¡reader

content. fluff

summary. ever since you && drew started dating, you've been more inspired than ever, so—before your newest album drops—you wanna give your boyfriend a sneak peak (based on 'R.E.M.' by ariana grande)

drew knew dating a popstar was dangerous. one wrong move, and a whole album about his mistakes would hit the shelves in no time, but you were worth it to him. plus, he didn’t intend to make any mistakes with you.

the two of you had met about 6 months ago, and everything had been basically perfect. the type of perfect that had you slightly worried, but—for once in your life—you decided to just go with it. you had bad relationships in the past which left you with a deep mistrust when things were going well, but something about drew just made you feel so safe.

you knew it wasn’t easy dating you—not only were you a popstar (he was used to the fame anyway), but you over complicated things and just made yourself hard to love as a way of protecting yourself. in just 6 months, drew had taken those guards down—and even though it scared you to death—it was refreshing. life felt beautiful again, like you were finally seeing in color after years of living in black & white.

before you and drew met, you were so uninspired, so unmotivated that you were questioning if you even wanted to be in the industry anymore. you thought you had lost your touch. lost your voice. but, drew changed all of that. lyrics had been flowing out of you like a waterfall as the two of you had gotten closer.

your next studio album ‘sweetener’ was set to drop in two weeks. the name implying that drew had been the sweetener to your previously sour life. all throughout the writing and recording process you had left drew in the dark. it wasn’t because you didn’t trust him, or want him to hear your work. this whole album process had been so new and vulnerable, and it made you scared.

you knew you wanted to share at least parts of your album with drew before it released for everyone—the album was for him after all. so, one day, when the two of you had nothing else to do, you suggested a trip to the studio.

you and drew were currently on the couch of your apartment in new york city, he was watching something on tv while you indulged yourself in your current read.

“hey, baby? how about a little trip down to the studio?,” you asked, a soft smile on your face. drew just looked at you—almost like he didn’t believe you.

“the studio? you want me to come?,” he had always respected your decision to record alone, so when you offered to take him with you he was shocked to say the least.

“mhm. jus’ got a few things to wrap up before the release,” the look in his eyes already gave you your answer, but you awaited his response anyway. your big doe eyes distracting drew just a bit before he finally answered.

“yeah, of course, baby. let’s go. i’ll drive,” he said, a huge smile took over his face as he quickly stood from the couch, moving to grab his keys. you giggled as you stood after him, following him to the door to put your shoes on.

on the way to the studio, you told drew where to go since he hadn’t been there. his hand covering your thigh, fingers circling the soft skin with a featherlight touch.

once you had arrived and parked, you led him to the studio door, unlocking it with your key. once he stepped inside, he looked like a kid in a candy shop. he took in all the different computers, speakers, audio boards, and the glass wall separating it all from the artist. you made your way inside after him, closing the door, and taking a seat in a chair by the audio board table.

“this is incredible, babe,” he said, moving to sit in the seat next to you, “so, what’re we doin’ here?”

“i actually don’t need to wrap up anything,” you said sheepishly, “i wanted to let you hear some stuff before the album drops… if that’s okay with you?,” you were nervous to say the least, sure he had heard your other music that was already released, but none of that was about him. you felt like this album was the best thing you’ve made—it was everything you had been striving to create your entire career—so, yeah… there was some pressure on you right now. drew could sense it. gently moving his chair closer to comfort you, placing his arm around your shoulder and rubbing soothing circles into it.

“‘course i wanna hear, baby. wanna hear everything you make,” he said quietly. his warm smile made your heart skip a beat.

“‘kay,” you replied. your voice so soft it was almost a whisper. you moved to open the audio file of the song you had been most proud of. it was the fourth track on the album, and it had turned out exactly how you wanted it to. you called it R.E.M. to insinuate a dream-like state, and the instrumentals that accompanied it only added to the ethereal vibe of it.

you made sure your computer was connected to the speakers in the studio, so that drew could get the full experience, before hesitantly pressing play.

the dreamy beat had started playing, and there was officially no going back. drew just looked down, taking in the beat. he had a focused look on his face that made it seem like he was really listening—which he was.

mm-hmm

last night

boy, i met you, yeah

when i was asleep (sleep)

you’re such a dream to me

you watched as drew’s expression softened. he looked back up at you, wide-eyed, to find you already staring at him in anticipation for his reaction. he didn’t say anything while it was playing, just listened intently, looking back at you every so often so you could visibly watch his heart melt.

before you speak, don’t move, ‘cause i don’t wanna

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (don’t wanna…)

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

boy, you’re such a dream to me

if you can believe, babe

boy, you’re such a dream to me

excuse me, um, i love you

drew’s soft chuckle rings through your ears, his beautiful smile leaving an imprint on your heart. he still doesn’t say anything, just taking in all the beautiful melodies and adlibs you conjured up in this masterpiece of a song.

i’ll get you out my mind, mhm, i tried to

but i just want to stand and yell

i will never dare to tell

think i heard some wedding bells, shh, keep it to yourself

is this real? (is this real?)

drew’s head snaps up at the last verse—wedding bells? his heart had never felt as full as it did in this moment. he leans over—arm still around your shoulders—and gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek. his mind now clouded with not only your soothing melodies, but images of your wedding—you walking down the aisle in a beautiful white dress, flowers everywhere, slipping a ring on your finger, and making you his forever.

i could buy you anything, but i cannot buy you

before your boy gets smart, i would never try to

you know i’m thinking to myself, "what happened, why you?"

but when i see you in my dreams, psh, i knew

you know how to treat it, you know how to eat it

you know how to beat it (i know how to keep it)

the good housekeeping seal

(bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum)

‘the good housekeeping seal’ is a term for a ‘stamp of approval’ commonly known amongst celebrities. it means a product has been tried, tested, and determined a good product. the line made drew laugh, as if he had gained the ‘stamp of approval’ from you. he laughed on the outside, but inside, his heart fluttered. you had opened up a little about past relationships, and the fact you considered him one of the good ones meant a lot to him.

the song finally came to a cinematic end, your vocals carrying the beat to a close. drew didn’t even know what to say—it was phenomenal. everything about the song was perfect, he could only imagine how the rest of the album sounded…

“y/n… that was—holy shit, that was phenomenal, baby,” he turned his chair so he was facing you head on, his hands coming to rest on top of your knees.

“really? you liked it?,” you asked. your bright eyes made drew swoon. the fact you thought he wouldn’t like it amazed him.

“liked it? it was heavenly. i felt like i was floating,” he smiled, getting all excited to share his thoughts with you. it warmed your heart to see him passionate about something you were so passionate about.

“and the adlibs in that back were just amazing. everything felt like a dream,” he continued.

“yes! that was the goal. i wanted it to feel almost surreal because… well, because that’s how you make me feel,” you looked down as if you were nervous to say the last part. drew brought his hands to your cheeks, pulling your face back up to face his.

“listen y/n… before i met you, i thought my life couldn’t get any better– i had movie contracts i would’ve killed for a couple years ago, friends i never thought i would have, i was working with directors i never dreamed would even know my name. i thought i had it all. life seemed exciting and promising, and i saw everything in vibrant color… at least i thought i did. i never knew how dull my life really was until i met you. these past 6 months have been unbelievable, and now i can’t even imagine how i was satisfied with the life i had before you…,” his blue eyes stared right into yours, admiration consuming them.

his words felt so sincere, something you haven’t heard in a long time… maybe ever—you just lost it. tears began to fall from your eyes. drew’s soft hands immediately moving to wipe the salty drops away.

“i love you… so much,” your words were broken by soft sobs. drew pulled you into him, his tight embrace giving you more comfort than you knew was even possible.

“i promise, baby, i love you more,” he said softly, running his hand down your back, slowly rubbing up and down to calm your cries.

once you finally pull apart, redness staining your cheeks. drew looked at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen, and you weren’t sure he was even real at this point.

“so…,” a breathless laugh escaped you before continuing, “wanna hear some more?”

“c’mon baby, you already know my answer,” drew smirked, moving back to put his arm around your shoulders to listen to the next track you played.

track 2. title: ‘blazed’.

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