#mama s

[unicyclehippo]

Confession (one word WN prompt)

for @possibilistfanfiction

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beatrice talks to mother superion in a way you don't really understand. it's serious and solemn but not forceful. like there's space around the words to breathe, space for something extra. to your untrained ear, it sounds a lot like respect. or, the phone calls always start that way but toward the end, beatrice answers questions more slowly. with more thought. with more hesitance. and then you doesn't know exactly what it is. trust, maybe.

you're eavesdropping, of course, tucked up at the kitchen table with a book of writing exercises that beatrice had bought for you, presented to you without fanfare because you'd been struggling, quietly, with gripping a pen and getting letters to come out the way you meant to shape them, which normally wasn't a big deal but there were some words that seemed important enough to be written down and you'd like to be able to do it, you'd like the option. you've been working diligently at it (will insist that you have, even when the page goes missing, ripped out of the book, because the lines you were copying transformed at some point to your name and beatrice's nestled side-by-side and that's. something to think about later.) but there you are, ankles hooked around the chair legs, pen clutched tight between stiff fingers, and you stop pretending to work and stare through the narrow window of the doorframe as beatrice begins to pace the little box of your apartment. her meticulous steps. three, from her side of the bed almost to the wall. then a slow, smooth turn. then comes the breath, the space around her words, the openness you've been waiting for since superion's last call, since the first time you heard it.

'yes, mother. i will, mother.' beatrice stops. turns toward the kitchen. she doesn't seem surprised to find you watching, so you don't pretend guilt. just wink at her. beatrice lifts her eyes to the ceiling for a split second—a nun's version of rolling her eyes—and then back to you. 'now?' she tilts her head like she's sizing you up, like your next training session is here and now. you grip the pencil hard enough that it creaks. 'of course. she's right here.'

me? you mouth.

beatrice nods.

you shake your head. no.

the choice—obey superion, be kind to you—presses beatrice's mouth into a flat line. 'may i mute myself, mother?'

'fuck.'

beatrice lifts the phone from her ear and shows you, mutes it obviously. she sets it down flat on the tiny coffee table you'd found and picked out. it had a white and black chessboard feel to it; you'd thought beatrice would like it. it's too small, even for the awful low couch, but beatrice always takes her coffee there when she goes over the bar inventory or to read.

'you don't want to speak to her?'

'no!'

'why not?'

god. she actually sounded confused. 'because she hates me, bea. duh.'

'she doesn't.'

you snort. 'uh yes she does. i'm the halo bearer who isn't fit to wield it, blah blah blah.' there's a flash of memory—dust in the catacombs, dust in your hair, your nose, the warp of a scar tucked out of sight. the surprisingly warm skin of a cold woman. a miracle, she had said, of the highest order. her voice had been shaking but her hand was perfectly still because when the world is breaking, she had a task, a path straight before her to walk. she was like beatrice like that (and you feel your fear give way a little because if she's like beatrice then she can't be all bad, can't be very bad at all). she had faith in their cause, in her own purpose. but surely she didn't have faith in anything vincent said anymore because vincent - vincent and adriel - and shannon - and so she couldn't possibly think that you were—

'ava?'

'yeah,' you hear yourself say. 'yeah, okay, i'll talk to her.'

beatrice frowns before she can stop herself but she picks up the phone and brings it to you. sets it in the centre of the table. what a bitch. if you want to take it, you'll have to reach out and actually take it. and then she says, 'i'm going to the store. do you want anything?'

'what?'

'from the store.' she looks at the phone. says quietly, the first few words reluctant, like she's still deciding whether to speak them or not, 'mother requested to speak with you privately.'

'oh.' the call time keeps ticking up. superion hasn't hung up. you wonder if you leave her waiting for a few minutes whether she will. 'chocolate. icecream. pads.'

beatrice nods. takes her wallet and the keys from the bowl by the door and slips outside.

you look at the phone for another thirteen seconds and then snatch it up, shooting to your feet. you move toward the front door and shuffle into the corner, press your back up to it. unmute yourself.

'hey.'

there's a brief pause, then,

'ah. ava.' superion sounds the same as always. cool and clipped. you try not to feel extremely fond of it because she isn't beatrice and probably talks like that because she's got a stick up her ass, not because she's a very repressed lesbian. well. fuck, she could be.

'sup.' you wince. bad start. 'uh. be-atrice,' your tongue rolls over her full name, spitting it up, because what's gods rules about having a favourite nun? is that, like, bad? what about feeling fond about a nun? bad, right? 'she said you wanted to talk.'

'i did, yes. firstly, you should know that these calls are made on protected lines. you should never call me from another phone.'

there's no fucking risk of that, you think, and you say it too. 'yeah, there's no risk of that.'

'good.'

'is that all?'

'no.' she paused. then, carefully, 'we haven't had much occasion to speak privately.'

'aside from when you tricked me into thinking the convent was under attack and then told me i killed myself? i think you said everything you needed to say.'

if you were hoping—and you definitely were—that being snide and bitchy would put her off, you are unsuccessful.

'that was wrong. i was wrong,' she says. 'you proved that when you returned to help our order. you proved that, though you should not have been asked to. i am sorry.'

your hand trembles. you want to break the phone, or yell at her, but there's only one safe phone and beatrice would be pissed and you don't think that you can yell right now with your breath all caught up in your chest. you wish—you wish you could breathe like beatrice had. you wish you could talk like beatrice did with her. instead, you just say, 'okay,' kind of awkwardly.

'okay,' she repeats. then her tone sharpens and you realise that she's been speaking to you this whole time sort of gently and that's. weird too. 'you returned to aid us in our task, which is not over. is more dangerous than ever. this is a difficult time even for those of us trained in the order. if you are having any difficulties, i want you to know that you can talk to me.'

'no, i'm good.'

'there is nothing you are struggling with?'

struggling? well. you took a train through beautiful countryside all the way to switzerland. you've seen so many beautiful things since you came back to life but this is so beautiful you forget to blink and your eyes go blurry trying to drink it all in - sky and lakes and trees and mountains that climb and climb and climb to the sky and you go breathless, which beatrice had told you was the altitude adjustment but you knew was love, tight in your lungs, for getting to see this. you'd taken her hand excitedly and she'd gone stiff and cold. you'd let her go, and she hadn't unfrozen. the announcement that you had arrived in switzerland had made beatrice look like she was going to puke for a few minutes—she picked it, she planned the trains, and she'd done it because it was far away and safe and secluded and you both needed to hide. you're coming to terms with the idea of life, a little terrified that it's going to be like this for a while (forever?). a weird mix of really fucking great stuff—dancing, feeling your body move and get stronger as you learn to fight, getting to train with bea, writing, sex, climbing rocks, swimming, stuffing your face with flaky buttery pastries, the feel of different fabrics on your skin—and really fucking awful stuff—betrayal, adriel, nightmares, falling, the tug in your gut when you sense a wraith and have to move on, leave it to hurt some innocent because you're undercover and you can't help—and then the just sort of uncomfortable stuff—beatrice telling you she organised her own train to boarding school and going quiet for an hour, the numb prickle in your fingers and toes when you wake up before the rest of your body.

'there's only one bed,' you hear yourself say, because there's a lot going on, apparently, and humour is your default. 'and beatrice is hot.'

you can practically hear her eyes slam closed like steel doors. 'temperature wise, i hope you mean.'

'yeah, sure. of course. temperature wise. it's summer. she wears a full pyjama set to bed. flannel. it might as well be a waterbed, i'm sweating so much.'

'very well. i'll arrange funds for you to expand your wardrobes now that you have found a place to settle. is there anything else?'

do you still think i'm a miracle? what am i doing here, training? i fucked everything up. why don't you take it out? why don't you tell beatrice to take it out? have you told her to do it, is she disobeying? the thought makes you shiver. would beatrice disobey to protect you? do you trust me with the halo or am i just out of reach?

'all good.' you can't bring yourself to call her by her title. 'i'm training hard,' you offer, because she hasn't hung up yet.

'that's good. that's very good. you will need that in the days to come. there are trials ahead of us, my daughter.'

the phone in its clunky military-grade protective case creaks in your grip. 'i'm not your daughter.' she doesn't apologise, or take it back. she also doesn't say it again, so. whatever. 'say hi to camila.'

'of course. i will speak with you again next week,' she says, briskly, and then, 'goodbye. stay safe,' and hangs up, which is a bitch move because you think it would have been really satisfying to hang up on her.

you shuffle out of the corner, by the door. the conversation has you all knotted up and, like, weird. you toss the phone all the way into the next room—safely onto the bed because, safe phone line, beatrice would be pissed, whatever—and fold yourself back into the chair at the kitchen table.

the page is blank and white, the letters are big connect-the-dot looking things that you're supposed to trace over with your pencil. house. mother. father. sister. brother. daughter. son. you rip that page out too and shove it deep into the rubbish bin beneath the vegetable tops-and-tails you'd thrown out, prepping a stir-fry together with beatrice in the tiny kitchen you share.

#warrior nun #ava silva #mama s #avatrice #there's more phone calls in this series but obviously this is just the first one #also i just realised that i didnt use the word confession but. whatever sorry

[a-fine-babe]

I need pre 2018 tumblr to come back. I want to run a successful blog once more.

#life was good #and I had thriving friendships #Mama S

[chibifox2002]

Me n a few homies on discord were talking about DogDay and THIS happened

(this is gonna be heavily inspired by my friend @chez-cinnamon 's welcome home real world au btw)

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime poppy #baby long legs #kissy missy #dogday #my design(s) #Janet 'Jaybird' #poppy playtime oc #poppy playtime au #my character(s) #my art #also yes DogDay is in a wagon what of it? #I'm also gonna be making him a mama's boy in this au XD #Outside World au

[dandeldia]

She said, "You ain't no son of mine."

#they're the same to me #mash #m*a*s*h #mash 4077 #alan alda #hawkeye pierce #mcr #my chemical romance #gerard way #trans #mama

[kqyslyho3]

Pretty Eyes✦ M.S

Warnings : Smut,Spanking, Soft-dom!Matt

Other Blogs : @dracomalfoyhasmyheart

Matt's eyes lit up as he looked at his girlfriend, her body already flushed with desire. He loved the way she looked with her hair tousled and her lips red from his kisses. But most of all, he loved to look into her eyes when they were making love. The eye contact made it so much more intense, and he could see every emotion she was feeling in that moment.

Matt wasted no time in undressing her, his hands moving eagerly over her body. He couldn't get enough of the way she felt, and every touch sent a shiver down his spine. Y/N's breathing hitched as she watched him, feeling a deep desire building up inside her.

'I can't wait to have you, baby,' Matt growled, his voice dripping with lust. Y/N's legs shook in anticipation, and she couldn't help but bite her lip in excitement.

Without a second thought, Matt ripped off her panties, causing Y/N to gasp. He wasted no time in pushing her back onto the bed, his hands pinning hers above her head. Y/N loved the roughness, the feeling of being dominated by someone she loved.

Matt hovered over her, his lips tracing down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He bit down on her collarbone, making her moan in pleasure. With one hand still holding hers above her head, Matt used the other to tease her, his fingers grazing over her wet folds.

Y/N bucked her hips in response, begging for more. Matt chuckled darkly, enjoying the way Y/N was at his mercy. He finally gave in, sliding two fingers inside her and curling them expertly to hit all the right spots.

'Oh, fuck, Matt!' Y/N cried out, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Matt loved watching her reaction, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. But he wasn't done yet.

Matt removed his hand from her core, earning a whine of protest from Y/N. But before she could say anything, he flipped her over, making her lie flat on her stomach. His hand pressed against the small of her back as he whispered in her ear, 'Hands behind your back, baby. Let me take control.'

Y/N eagerly complied, placing her hands behind her back and feeling a shiver run down her spine as Matt tightened his grip on her. She couldn't see what he was doing, but she felt his hand trail down her back, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

And then his hand landed on her ass, giving it a thorough smack that made Y/N whimper. 'Such a good girl, Y/N,' Matt praised, before giving her another hard spank.

Y/N couldn't hold back her moans as Matt's hand continued to spank her, each one sending waves of pleasure through her body. She felt his other hand sneak down between her legs, teasing her clit as he spanked her. The mixture of pleasure and pain was driving her crazy, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

But just when she was about to tip over, Matt stopped. He had one hand on her ass, holding her in place, while the other trailed down her back. Y/N could feel his breath tickle her ear as he spoke, 'I want to see those pretty eyes, baby. Look at me.'

Y/N opened her eyes and looked back at Matt, the lust and desire burning in his eyes. She knew what he wanted, and she was more than willing to give it to him. With a devilish grin, Matt thrust into her hard, making her cry out in pleasure.

His grip on her tightened as he continued to thrust, each one harder and rougher than the last. Y/N couldn't keep her eyes open, the pleasure too much for her to handle. But every time she closed her eyes, Matt's hand would smack her ass, forcing her to keep them open.

'Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good,' Matt moaned, his pace getting faster and rougher by the second. Y/N could feel herself spiraling towards her peak, and she knew Matt was close too.

Their moans and cries filled the room, the only sound in their little world. Matt's hand left her ass and trailed down her back, feeling up her spine as he continued to thrust into her. He finally reached her shoulders and pushed her down, her face now buried in the pillows.

Y/N could feel him getting closer and closer, his pace becoming even more erratic. 'Matt, I'm so close,' she cried out, her body trembling with need.

With one final hard thrust, Matt spilled inside her, their cries mixing together in a symphony of pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, both breathing heavily as they came down from their high.

Matt turned Y/N over, his arms wrapping around her as he gazed into her eyes. She was still flushed from their rough lovemaking, but her eyes held nothing but love and desire. Matt couldn't resist leaning down to capture her lips in a tender, passionate kiss.

'You're amazing, baby,' Matt whispered, looking deep into her eyes. Y/N smiled and snuggled closer to him, loving the feeling of being wrapped up in his embrace.

Tags : @sturniolololover @chrissidepiece @@leonismypookiewookie @kenzzzposts @sstvrnioloo @riversandwinds @patscorner @jadeee3com

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #ma kink #mamas kink #smut #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo dom #chris sturniolo smut #matt fanfic #matthew sturniolo #matt s #matt #kqyslyho3 #kqysly speaks #kqysly creations #kqysly notes #nick sturniolo #sturniolo

[legendarytragedynacho]

Mama Cass, Bed of Daisies, 1967

📷 Jerry Schatzberg via MHG

#mama cass #cass elliot #jerry schatzberg #morrison hotel gallery #music #musician #musica #singer #pop singer #pop music #flowers generation #age of aquarius #60's #60s psychedelia

[larvamars]

everytime I remember his backstory I want to cry

#i was listening mama's boy while drawing this lool #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #re2 leon #re2 fanart #re2make #re2r leon #re2 remake #re2 #resident evil 2 #art #digital art #artwork #fan art #fanart #resident evil

[smokesandsonatas]

Twisted Wonderland Moms! + Dads

Maleanora and Dila really said copy and paste to my son! Then there's mama Shroud whom I think Idia got his geekiness from.

LIKE MOTHER LIKE SON.

The Draconia genes are so strong!! I wonder what grandma Draconia looks like. They're so regal, like yes please, look down on me more.

Dila and Deuce! Their relationship is amazing. I can't believe that even though she's a single mom, she raised a wonderful son.

Mama Shroud and her children. Oh gosh, they're adorable too.

Also, Silver's Father and Dad. :'))

I can't believe that although Silver is orphaned, he got the best qualities from both his father and adoptive dad. He is the manifestation of the best from both worlds. A precious child.

+++

I can't wait to see the parents from the rest of TWST cast. Because you know, they raised their children. It's interesting to know that somehow, some of them turned out that way.

#twisted wonderland #s h u #malleus draconia #maleanora draconia #deuce spade #dila spade #idia shroud #ortho shroud #mama shroud #silver #knight of dawn #lilia vanrouge #twst headcanons #twst malleus #twst deuce #twst idia #twst ortho #twst silver #twst #disney twisted wonderland #jp spoilers #meleanor draconia

[sugurusfav]

someone sedate me

#DAN FENG CRUMBS LET'S GOOOO #honkai star rail #hsr #dan heng x reader #ZOO WEE MAMA #get out blade i saw him first #dan heng smut #(s)creaming

[theloveinc]

Barbarian!Bakugo is a little bit… obsessed with lactation.

No, it’s not a new concept to him—he’s seen mothers feeding their children before, in fact, hardly ever put a thought to it.

But now that it’s you, now that it’s his child… it’s interesting to him. Beyond interesting, really. That someone he loves and desires so carnally can provide an almost irreplaceable service, one he is incapable of replicating despite how much he wants to provide for the both of you.

And he’d want to be present for most feedings anyway, both to bond and help ease the parenting load off your shoulders… but the whole time, he can’t take his eyes off your chest, where the little one is latched so safely and happy, suckling away as he stares in a protective haze, in awe. Blinking when baby blinks, wincing when you wince, his hands balling into fists when you sigh and the soft fat of your bosom jiggles.

He’s shy, though. Shy to admit his fascination despite how he asks to touch you one night, after the babe has been fed, swaddled and put to rest, and then rubs his fingers so gently against your nipple it starts to leak.

Bakugo looks at you under thick lashes, no blush because he’s seen you naked endless times, was there for the birth, but hesitant, almost… to do more than feel your raw areola underneath the rough pads of his fingertips. Even if, no sooner, does he put a thumb into his mouth to taste the few, silken drops of milk that escaped onto his skin.

Baby always eats first, of course, until plump and sleepy… but after that first touch, barbarian!Bakugo is no longer above licking up what’s left for him until your tits are relaxed and soft, then massaging you til there’s milk in abundance once more.

#bakugo #bakugou x reader #I wrote something similar to this before but I didn’t actually write the #toddy s*cking #but I also can’t really remember what I said #and also this isn’t very descriptive #so 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️ #anyway it just makes me laugh to think of this big honking beast of a man to be staring at u all dumbfounded/concentrated #when ur nursing his kid #I wish there were emojis to describe the face I’m imagining 😐😲😠 combined #but he’s just so… intriqued #even if he knew that’s how it worked it’s like #that’s my wife……… my baby mama…… #😳 #esp cuz he’s always hunting he’s upset he can’t do more to help feed babba except keep u company #he’s so used to doing more #stick him with loin cloth duty LMDAOOOO KIDDING #anyway ugh have a brand new phone charger that keeps doing the unpluggy thing #might need to get that fixed #also my cat just took a fat sh*t and I can smell it #LOL I’m so tired #hope this was … tolerable!!! #caitie post #tw:lactation #fem reader #kids tw

[cienie-isengardu]

"She [Mother] would applaud my actions" << & >>" Mother would be so proud"

MK1 Smoke vs Sub Zero (Bi-Han) << & >> MK11 Sub Zero (Kuai Liang) vs Noob Saibot

#mortal kombat #bi han #noob saibot #sub zero #kuai liang #smoke #tomas vrbada #mortal kombat spoilers #BI HAN IS SUCH A MAMA'S BOY AND I DON'T SAY THAT AS AN INSULT #just this is second game bi han is talking about mom #and as a noob he mentioned his and jacqui's mom #and considering how mothers are often dead in mk i find it interesting #but also bi han's original backstory was about how his mom tried save him and little kuai liang from their father #a sub zero himself who wanted take them back to china for lin kuei training #and she was never seen again with the youngest daughter #which could mean she was killed #and bi han rarely has anything good to say about father or grandfather (previous game(s)) #while kuai liang is always all about (grand)father? #and dunno if this is on purpose done by creators #but the original backstory always makes me think that bi han could be old enough to know the father is responsible for mother's death #or her disappearing and dunno with the mother dead in mk1 who also was said to be fighter #maybe this is why bi han couldn't care any less about his father? #and sure noob is sarcastic (I think) when both brothers said how they are disappointed by each other but damn bi han the remark about mom #was a surprise #bring sub zero bros' mom to the story i have question so much questions

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

A scene ‘Family Portrait’ from the movie 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre', 1974.

#The Texas Chainsaw Massacre #1974 #70's #70s #Stalking Leatherface #Family Portrait #Jim Siedow as Old Man/The Cook #John Dugan as Grandpa #Edwin Neal as The Hitchhiker #Mama #Gunnar Hansen as Leatherface #photosession #photography #photo #vintage #american slasher movies #classic horror movies #70's classic horror movies #american slasher film #slasher film

[walkerintime]

musím říct, že To se vysvětlí, soudruzi! nic nevysvětlilo, soudruzi

#to se vysvětlí soudruzi #čumblr #kde je druha rada #proc je Margot nejlepsi postava #David by mel zapomenout na Helcu #loduju ho s Margot #krypticka step mama pro Evu 2024 #Lada je druha nejlepsi postava #az slza ukapla #a jeji groudhog day pribeh

[punkeropercyjackson]

Nonblack punks will watch Across The Spiderverse and forget they nonblack and who started punk too

#if you make jokes about hobie smoking weed this is about you.if you s*xualize hobie's femininity this is about you idfc how old you see him #if you call hobie a playboy this is about you.if you make hobie mean/gross this is about you.if you say hobie's unromantic this is about yo #if you erase hobie's intersectionality this is about you.if you make hobie's transgenderism different to be memes this is about you #if you think hobie would be besties with noir but don't speak on him margo and jessica this is about you.if you hate hobie this is about yo #if you turn hobie into anything but the afropunk symbol and icon he is this.is.about.YOU!YES YOU NONBLACK PUNK READER SPECIFICALLY #SHOVE IT.HE'S FOR AFROPUNKS CAUSE HE'S UNIVERSAL BLACK NOT UNIVERSAL PUNK.NOT.YOUR.PLACE.YOU CAN LOVE HIM BUT RESPECT HIM FIRST.*FIRST* #hobie brown #hobie brown deserves better #hobie is jamaican #unlabeled hobie brown #ace hobie #team dad hobie #autistic hobie brown #trans hobie brown #seapunk lover hobie #mama's boy hobie #punkflower #ghostpunk #jefferson morales #margo kess #jessica drew #miles morales #gwen stacy #black gwen stacy #i'm allowed to say she's black cause i'm an irl black woman and black love ghostpunk solos all the hobie fuckshit so does punkflower #atsv #spiderman #blackness #pastel punk tag #summerposting

[chibifox2002]

I heard there was another @kirbyoctournament happening, and figured I'd give another kirbo oc some time in the spotlight!

Mama D/Frozha

A motherly penguin with a child-like curiosity of everything in Popstar, due to her homeland not being as advanced as the planet's.

She was raised by Yetis after she ran away from her abusive father when she was a child.

She first meets her son and the rest of the gang while she's in a monster due to a monster making organization transforming her into one and selling her to N.M.E to then resell her to Dedede (wtf man).

She then properly reunites with her son in the Frozen Lands! (Still working on why he and the others are there 😅)

(more information linked here)

#kirby oc tournament #kirby oc #Mama D #my character(s) #my art #kirby series #krbay #chibi's kirby au #I really hope I did this right 😅😅😅

[kqyslyho3]

Idk if you did this but car sex w Matt

Late night drives ✦ Matt Sturniolo

Warnings : smut/car sex/dom!matt

Other blogs : @dracomalfoyhasmyheart

Y/N sat in the passenger seat of Matt 's car, her heart racing with anticipation. Matt had picked her up and suggested they go for a drive. But as soon as they were on the deserted country road, Y/N knew exactly what he had in mind.

Matt leaned over and pressed his lips against hers, his hands roaming her body eagerly. Y/N moaned into the kiss, her hands tangled in his hair. She had always fantasized about being with Matt, but she never thought it would actually happen.

Without breaking the kiss, Matt shifted gears and pressed his foot on the gas pedal, speeding up down the deserted road. Y/N could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as they picked up speed. The thrill of the danger only added to the intensity of the moment.

Matt broke away from the kiss and trailed his lips down Y/N's neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. She let out a throaty moan, tilting her head back to give him better access. He unbuttoned her shirt, pushing it off her shoulders and revealing her lacy bra.

His hands traced the outline of her breasts, making Y/N arch her back in pleasure. He kissed his way down to the exposed skin, his tongue swirling around her nipple before taking it into his mouth. Y/N moaned loudly, her hands gripping the headrest of the seat for support.

'Matt,' she gasped, 'Oh god, Matt.'

He grinned against her skin, enjoying the effect he had on her. His hands traveled lower, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping his hand inside her underwear. He could feel how wet she was, and it only turned him on more.

Y/N couldn't believe how turned on she was. Matt was an expert at making her feel incredible, and she was putty in his hands. She pulled at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. As they kissed, she reached down and unbuckled his belt, eager to feel him.

Matt groaned as Y/N's hand slipped into his boxers, wrapping around his member. He was already rock hard, and her touch only made him harder. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at her, his eyes dark with desire.

'Do you want this?' he asked, his voice husky.

'Yes,' Y/N breathed, 'I want you.'

Matt wasted no time, shifting his seat back and pulling down his pants. Y/N did the same, their urgency only growing as they shed more layers. He positioned himself between her legs, his member brushing against her center.

Without any further hesitation, he pushed into her, making her cry out in pleasure. They both moaned as he filled her completely, the feeling of him inside her almost too much to handle.

'You feel so good,' Matt growled, his hips starting to move in a slow rhythm.

Y/N's nails dug into his back as they rocked together, their bodies fitting perfectly. They moved in perfect unison, their breaths coming out in short gasps. The car was filled with the sound of their moans and the rhythmic creaking of the seats.

Matt leaned down and kissed Y/N fervently, his tongue battling against hers as their passion grew even more intense. He could feel his climax building, but he held off, wanting to make Y/N reach her peak first.

He slipped his hand between them, rubbing her clit in small circles. Y/N's back arched off the seat as she cried out, her walls clenching around him as she reached her climax. Matt followed soon after, his movements becoming more desperate as he poured himself into her.

They both collapsed against each other, the only sound in the car being their heavy breathing. Matt placed one last kiss on Y/N's lips before pulling out and settling into the seat.

'That was amazing,' Y/N said, still trying to catch her breath.

'I couldn't agree more,' Matt replied, pulling her into a hug.

The two sat in content silence for a few minutes, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their incredible experience. As they got dressed, Y/N couldn't believe that this wasn't just a dream. Matt turned to her and smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

'So, same time next week?' he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

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