#Matthew joy x reader

[saintmuses]

❝𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙣❞

Pairing:

Matthew Joy x Chase!Reader

Summary:

When he moved to a house next to Owen Chase and his wife after Essex journey; he was not expecting to see Owen’s sister -who he liked very much- as she thundered towards him in a mess of wild hair and a dress men like him would die to see her in.

Warning(s): SMUT. Age gap (Reader is in her early 20s and Matthew is in his late 20s/early 30s). Voyeuristic themes (???). Fingering. P in V. Flashbacks in italics. Minors, DNI! Note: This happened after the events of the movie, but Matthew is still alive. Some scenes are inspired by Reign.

Word Count: 4.9k

Nantucket, 1820

The water splattered when the rocks that Y/N had previously chosen were thrown in the water with a vicious intent exposing her frustration at her brother, Owen.

Standing at the water’s edge, she wrapped her arms around her frame to guard herself from a slight chill that held over the country.

Archie, her dog was suddenly barking, and the noise drew her attention to the side to see the golden-brown animal running towards the edge of the woods.

"Archie," she scolded him, her voice raised slightly. Gripping onto her skirts in reaction of concern once she saw him disappearing into the dark shadows of the trees. "No, come back!" She called out frantically, lifting her skirts slightly to run after her dog. "Archie!"

Her feet pounded into the ground as she ran towards the edge of the woods. "Archie, come back!" She called out again with a desperate twinge in her voice.

Before she could enter the woods, she felt large hands gripping her arm, swinging her around to face a man who appeared out of nowhere, except his strength overwhelmed her that she barreled into his firm chest instead.

She gasped inaudibly as she stumbled back with his hands gripping her arms to steady her. Her eyes peering out under her lashes, to see the man with medium dark brown hair curling at the base of his neck, and her eyes flickered down to his chest to see it was covered with white collared work billow shirt.

Although she could see the little gold earring on his left ear in her peripheral vision.

She had never seen him before, granted she lived here for a long while; However, the way he was dressed, he might have been in the same circle as her brother.

"Are you alright? People like you do not leave the land unattended." He said firmly, gripping her upper arms with gentle icy eyes.

She turned her gaze away to the woods, hoping her dog would show up, "but my dog..." she trailed off, meeting his eyes once again.

She felt his hands loosened before letting her arms go, "let him go." His eyes softened at what she was sure, concern on her face, in her eyes. "You cannot go into those woods alone." He said softly while his eyes conveyed seriousness that she couldn't help but to ask.

"Why not?" She asked, "what's in those woods?" Looking aside to observe the darkness that gripped the woods, "besides my dog who I might've caught if you hadn't stopped me." She then narrowed her eyes at him after turning her face to his.

"He'll find his way back." He said it with a mere smirk, "there's dinner." His eyes trailed off to behind her, indicating the house. "Who wouldn't want to be at the house where there’s food?" She then looked down at his statement, "except, perhaps, you." He said almost incredulously, "rather be running in the woods, would you?" His eyes flickered with amusement, "trudging through mud?"

Her eyes flashed with fire, "I quite like the way mud feels under my feet." Her voice was made of steel, defending her reasoning to be outside.

"Maybe you'll be sent to a covenant.” He said lightly, with a gentle hint of teasing in his depths. "For being a wild woman.” Shooting for an insult but missing the mark with the wide smile that colored his tone.

She looked at him in shock, "you're cheeky." She murmured.

"And you're upset about more than your dog taking a little jaunt into the wild." He took a step back, "what is it, darling?" He asked.

Her breathing hitched slightly, clearing her throat. "You should ask my brother," she scoffed, her tone expressed irritation as she narrowed her eyes once again.

"Ask him what?"

"Why he's such a moody arrogant ass." She said boldly, looking at the wood structure that was built as a home.

He smiled with amusement in his depths when she looked back to him.

"I find myself not inclined to ask him. Maybe you'll find my presence who would be interested in sharing your discontent with your brother after knowing why." He offered, a mask of indifference slipped on his face, looking at her before looking towards the woods.

"You know him?" She sounded surprised.

“Aye,” His mask of indifference faded away, “we have been on ships together, hunting for whale oils. I will be his ship second mate for Essex. Spending that much time would of course cause fission between us and we would have minor disputes because of it.”

"My apologies, but what I would like to know is..." she trailed off, looking over him and his clothing. "Who are you?" She asked softly, clasping her fingers together.

"I am Matthew." He introduced himself, "and I'll find your dog. I have an inkling of knowing where he might be at." He said with seriousness that outranked her brother's seriousness. “What is your name?”

“Y/N.” She said softly while the blood filled her cheeks as a sign of timidity, and he murmured her name which was spun sugar melting on his tongue.

It tasted like flowers; like the dandelions children would find in the vast fields when they would use their tiny hands and pull the stem away from the soil. They eventually would get curious by the bright color and would wonder about what they taste like.

Only her name was more sweeter than the flavor children would get in their mouths from the dandelions.

“I will find your dog if you go inside,” he said, raising his eyebrows, knowing it would prompt her to listen.

A smile tugged his lips as he stared at Y/N before looking down to the dirt ground when she opened the back door of the house.

She was untouchable in the vast wasteland out of Nantucket.

1821

Her brother had made it home last week after a long journey and had informed her to set up a room at the guest house for his friend who was coming this week for the duration of his stay. She did not question him, just relieved that he was alive albeit with a haunted look in his eyes.

Today had been a pleasant day, although not without a slight argument between her and Owen about her betrothal.

She was humming a soft tune her sister-in-law had used on her niece whenever she needed a nap.

Archie barked; the tone was filled with excitement. She was startled as he began to run out of the door of the guest house, and down the stairs, before she can even think to stop him.

Squinting, she peered out of the window to make out the lone figure sitting on the tree stump by the water’s edge, feeling her heart almost skipped a beat when realizing who it was.

Matthew.

She found herself following Archie, bare feet thumping against the floor as she bolted out of the guest house, the door creaked loudly, hearing the dirt shuffling as her feet hit the pathway after running down the stairs the same way Archie had.

She could tell the sounds of her footsteps pounding on the ground and Archie’s barking had caught his attention due to the tilting of his head before turning his head towards her until he realized she was running towards him.

He disembarked himself from the tree stump, squinting at her through the sunlight that was soon to set below the horizons.

She could tell he recognized her as he spread his arms apart, and she ran into his familiar arms. He hoisted her, holding her close, as her arms wrap around his neck and his chuckle sounded breathless in her ear.

“I didn’t know you would be here, Matthew,” she said his name breathlessly, looking into bright blue eyes before bringing her face to his neck, her arms tightening around his shoulders. She missed him more than she could ever admit, but the way he held her to him gave his inner thoughts away just the same as he burrowed his face in the juncture of her neck.

“I know, darling,” he murmured against her skin, squeezing her waist hard before placing her onto the tree stump next to him as he sat down. 

“How long are you going to stay for?” Her tone sounded eager. The first time he was here was before they boarded Essex journey and he only stayed for about a week. She was secretly praying that he was going to stay longer than that.

His eyes shined with unbridled softness reserved for her. “However long you want me to stay for,” his lips curled into a soft smile.

She giggled, “that is a dangerous statement.” Her eyes landed on the scar etched in his skin around the scalp, and she frowned. “How did you get that?”

“A nasty wound from the battle with the whale,” he said shortly, giving her a small smile.

She looked at him while he bent over to the side slightly, and she noticed his satchel propped against the wood when he reached down for it. Unbinding it with his hand to take out an object, and she saw him holding a flask that was bound with leather.

"I could use some of that." Offering her hand out for the leather flask, she looked at him expectantly. She could tell he didn’t want the liquid that was in his hand.

Looking at her with an unreadable expression, "is everything alright?" He handed her the flask before putting his hands on his knees.

"No, it isn't." She said softly, feeling the thick leather, and raised it to her lips. She tilted the flask, and the liquid poured into her mouth; she then swallowed it and winced at the burn as it inflicted on her throat. "I don't know how you can tolerate this."

He looked at her with a hint of amusement in his depths, "I haven’t drunk a single drop of alcohol since I almost died outside of the pub in the town many moons ago.” He gestured towards the flask. “I found a bottle of it on the ship before Essex sunk into the ocean and took it with me. Almost drank it.”

“Then why do you carry it with you?”

He hesitated, clearly it was a story he rarely told especially to someone like her. “To serve me as a reminder, I suppose. Of how far I have come.” He gave her a soft bitter smile. “Still doesn't make the temptation any less painful. Although I should probably tell you to slow down." He chuckled, a baritone sound that rolled down her spine.

"But you won't." She said, knowingly before handing him back the flask. “I hope you wouldn’t give into temptation of it.” Referring to the flask, her eyes implored into his.

He looked at her, “well drink all of it since that is my gift to you and I’ll just keep the flask.” His eyes shined in slight mirth.

She giggled, knowing it was not a gift. Her smile fading, “May I ask what happened before arriving back to here?” She asked softly, hesitant.

He swallowed; his eyes dimmed at the memories that haunted him as he stared out to the sea before turning his head towards her. “Perhaps when I am ready to talk about it. I do have all the time in the world now, not going anywhere.” 

She did not want to push it, so she nodded.

"May I indulge in what has happened?" He asked after handing the flask back to her, and she took it before she turned around to face him, her skirt clad knees barely touching his.

"It was so foolish of me to think that Owen would let me end the betrothal." She heaved a sigh, moving the flask in her hand.

“How long have you been betrothed to another?” His tone was sharp as he inquired, almost as if he was against the idea of her being betrothed to someone. Her cheeks warmed at the thought of him being on her side.

She cared for the man she was betrothed to, but she could not trust him. She could not love him but would have loved him if he had fit all in the expectations she had; not if he could take another woman so eagerly into his bed and share such intimacy with her, but she did tell Peggy, her sister-in-law after she found out the news that a man was required to marry someone did not mean he had to love her. It was a marriage of convenience. Some were fortunate in that department, like Owen and Peggy.

She sighed, “right before you and Owen left for the journey.”

His jaw tightened in response, and she looked away, ignoring the little fluttering in her abdomen.

 "I mean, Owen implied that one is not free to leave if one is unhappy. And while I am stuck with this man of my brother’s choosing with no recourse, he's free to do whatever he wants." Her eyes were downcast to the grass under her feet, "with whoever he wants, and I can’t do anything. I was fortunate enough that Owen left before he could push the betrothal along, I was able to stall and now I can’t." She took a sip of the alcohol before returning her gaze to his, "do you think I'm overreacting?" Ignoring the burn, she asked, "am I boring you?"

Moving his head from side to side, "no. No, it's unfathomable." Matthew said quietly, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"What is?"

He parted his lips to let his tongue swipe his bottom lip before speaking. "Well, he has you. Why would he ever look elsewhere?" He murmured, with a gaze that somehow increased the intensity in his orbs.

She closed her mouth slightly, looking at him, and she trailed her eyes over his face. Seeing the details, she hadn't thought of before; his eyes were icy blue, but it had specks of gray in them; his nose was shaped impeccably that seemed soft and yet defined; he had a sharp jawline that could just brush against glass, and it would've shattered under slight pressure; and lips that were soft looking and the desire to kiss him increased within her.

She leaned towards his face, hovering over his lips with hers momentarily before capturing his soft lips. His lips parted slightly, allowing her to mold her lips between. It wasn't much, but it was enough for her.

Leaning back in shock, startled at her own action. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." She stammered, apologizing profusely as she flushed in embarrassment.

"You're right. I should have." He reached out and gripped her wrist, pulling her forward to his face. She flushed deeper at the sight of the emotion in his eyes, more so on his face.

She gasped when his lips were pressing against hers, an urgent feeling as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, exploring. His hands tugged at her hair, before cupping her jaw briefly. The air was shared between them as they continued to move their lips to one another.

"I should go." She breathed after withdrawing from his lips.

Y/N muttered to herself after successfully avoiding Matthew for a few days, almost got caught at the wrong time. Fortunately, she was able to divert the possibility of having to deal with him. She lightly tiptoed behind the house, looking at softly lit window, she frowned. It was unusually late for Owen and Peggy to be awake. 

Her eyes widened once she walked up to the window, wishing her curiosity did not get the best of her as she saw the shadows of two figures on the bed through opaque layers of fabric. She moved away from the window, resting against the building’s structure.

She was curious enough, or else she wouldn't have followed the sounds to the narrowed area outside of the house that could get her into trouble, a situation that would never let her out unpunished if she were ever caught.

Once the sounds of the high and the low-pitched moans reached her again, she closed her eyes momentarily before opening them and she found herself hairbreadth away from the glass panes of the window. 

She peered in, to see her sister-in-law lying on her back on the bed and the man she married to was hovering over her behind the curtain. It was a good thing the curtains were opaque because she could not stomach the idea of seeing her brother in his nude form or her sister-in-law for that matter.

Their shadows illuminated their lovemaking, and she leaned away from the window once the man thrusted into his wife.

She was enthralled by the emotions, the passion and lust that seemed to radiate the entire room casted by a mere couple who were doing what everyone had been doing for centuries. It did not stop her from feeling intrigued by the raw scene before her.

Her mind then wandered as she turned back to the scene, to the man with dark hair who shared the stories of his travels with her, with eyes that lit up when he talked about anything he was passionate about, and a smile. Oh, that smile.

She wanted that with the man who she met a year ago.

"What on earth are you doing?" A low timbre voice whispered into her ear, not wanting to break the spell. She yelped taking a step back, accidentally pressing into him. Her eyes widened as he inhaled sharply, she could feel him…his cock pressing into her hip. His hands gripping her waist as he murmured throatily into her ear. “Careful.”

“What are you doing here?” She questioned before turning to face him, to see him backing away slowly to give her space.

He looked down at her with an eyebrow raised. “You’ve been avoiding me.” 

“No, I have not. I was simply busy.” A little white lie.

His blue eyes glittered, knowingly. “Avoiding me for too long.”

Turning to the window, she stared at the glass as she pondered. Something clicked inside of her. She wanted him wholly, betrothed be damned. “Go before they catch us," she told the him after she removed her gaze from it, turning to him, sighing quietly before she ran away, scattering the connection between him and her. She knew what she was going to do once she reached her destination in mind.

And she was secretly hoping he would know where she went.

Grasping the wooden ledge, far away from the house, she rested her left hand onto the roughened surface, and she peered out to the water.

The moon was at its apex, and it casted over the sea making the water glow shimmeringly. 

Her other hand had its mind of its own, tracing across her waist, trailing down to her skirt before lowering towards her knees so she could scrunch up the material away from her legs.

A heat was simmering low in her abdomen once she grabbed the material in her hand, and she closed her eyes once she dragged her hand back up, lifting the material little by little.

She was supposed to be loyal to her soon-to-be husband; arranged by marriage that was decided the moment before her brother left for Essex journey. However, she could just have that with Matthew if he would allow it to go far between them, she knew there was something implicit growing in between him and her. 

All she could think about was his blue eyes that were a shade of water with ice crusting on surface in the winter, how it darkened when she leaned in, lips inches away from his, and how handsome he looked.

A touch made her gasp once she had reached for her clit, a sound that faded into the air. The sound that people were too far from the grounds to hear, then she had a smile growing on her lips out of pleasure when she stroked herself with her fingers.

Another gasp was made, and the sound disappeared once again.

She then stilled her fingers when she heard footsteps brushing against the dirt pathway.

Her smile only grew deeper, though, and she tilted her head back, exposing her throat in the moonlight.

She felt his presence behind her, his arm was the first part of him that touched her around her waist; then his hand on his other arm found her hand lightly touching herself, he then gripped his fingers on her hand that was somewhat coated with her wetness.

He was pressing against her like he was the cloak that she wore so frequent in the winter. 

"Out in the open? My darling’s bold and daring." He breathed against her ear, pushing his fingers onto hers to stroke herself together. She made another noise in the back of her throat. He then rolled his hips experimentally against her side and suddenly she was aware of just how hard, and large he was through his breeches. She bit down her bottom lip to prevent a gasp coming out of her lungs. “Did you know you wore the same clothing when we first met? Thought you were the prettiest thing in it. Rebellious against society’s proprietary of showing ankles.” His voice held a teasing lilt.

Her hand that was previously gripping her skirt had found its way to gripping the stone ledge as the passion began to build in her abdomen.

"Please," she pleaded quietly. Unashamed by how needy she sounded.

His palm sliding up her side to cup her breast through her dress as his other hand withdrew from her hand to skim along her inner thigh.

"A woman, betrothed to another, is begging for a man's hand to touch her." He whispered, "but a woman begging for a man who feels something for her is something that some people will never experience, wouldn't understand it." He breathed against her skin, lightly biting her neck with his teeth.

A thrill shot through her, from the top of her neck to the base of her spine, headily with lust, she turned around; allowing their hands to fall before she faced him.

They were out in the open. Even if it was dark and even if it was nighttime, there was a chance of them being seen. 

And yet, she did not care.

She took his face in her hands and hungrily kissed him with a desire far stronger than any she had known before.

She then sighed when she withdrew from him, only to kneel down onto the ground, and she then put her hand on the side of her to lay down on her back.

He knelt as well to lean over her form, his eyes positively burning into her soul as he hovered over her.

Then he was pushing her dress up her thighs. His hands skimmed over the bare skin of her thighs like she was made of glass, like he might break her if he grabbed too hard, and the contrast from the quickness of touches was startlingly glaring as she bit her lower lip in anticipation. His fingers found the juncture of her thighs almost immediately, skimming over her undergarments and making her shiver, her hips jerking involuntarily towards him. He continued to finger the edge of her underwear for a moment, before he looked back up at her and pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, then he grazed his lips down over her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts.

His lips lingered there as he slipped his fingers inside of her underwear, and she inhaled sharply, a slight keen noise rose in her throat when he lightly grazed her clit.

Before she could breathe his name, she felt him sliding his index finger into her.

He then slowly started to thrust his fingers in and out of her, drawing a deep shudder out of her body.

She wrapped her thighs around his hips, eyes fluttering closed as she rolled her hips along with the movement of his finger.

"Oh," she moaned aloud, her chest heaving as she fell onto her elbows on the ground covered by the grass, dragging his head along with her.

Using the other hand, he grasped the back of her head and kissed her hard, thrusting another finger inside of her. A surprised noise left her mouth, but she was pleased. 

She spread her legs further, and Matthew moved on top of her. He withdrew his fingers to rub them in a circle against her clit, adding enough pressure to produce another shiver out of her. 

She was shaking, her hands grasping at the back of his head. He pressed his thumb down hard on her clit, and she made her loudest noise yet, a deep tremble reaching through her nerves.

"So wet..." he breathed. "You may be untouched, but you're a little bundle of fire. So passionate. So intense." He let his mouth lingered against the hollow of her neck.

Withdrawing his fingers from her, she moaned in a near protest, but her hips had a mind of its own by rolling up against his.

He buckled, almost collapsing entirely upon her at the unexpected sensation. Matthew buried his head into the side of her neck, muffling his own moan as he pushed himself fully against her in response. She sighed, tightening the grip of her legs around his waist, the feeling of him straining, so solid, beneath his breeches. He hissed and without warning bit her at the curve of her neck to dampen his loud groan that reverberated on her skin.

She felt him undoing his breeches, and she shivered in anticipation. 

Then she felt him sliding into her so powerful, and so passionate that had her arching her back in slight pain but more out of pleasure.

She moaned wantonly as he stilled for a moment, her walls were stretching deliciously around his cock; she was so tight, and he was so big, and she had never felt so full in her very short life.

His head dropping to her shoulder, his body quivering at his display of control.

"Matthew." She said his name quietly in his ear. "I will not break, lose yourself in me like you want to."

He exhaled warm air against the column of her throat, "Y/N."

She then grabbed his jaw gently to bring his face to hers, his eyes were dark blue as he stared at her in the moonlight.

She said almost defiantly, "you approached me with the intention to claim me, so make the statement true." She breathed; desperation twinged in her tone.

There was a long moment as he withdrew slightly, and he looked at her, she gazed back at him then her whole body shook with the impact when he surged forward.

Gasping, she closed her eyes in sheer pleasure.

He withdrew almost all the way, and then slammed himself back to her, and her back arched as his name left her lips. Before she could gather her bearings, he had rammed himself inside her again, and she shouted, fingers clawing into his shoulders at the intense sensation. How full she was when he was inside her, how empty she felt when he withdrew.

Inflaming a reckless abandon that consumed her, had her writhing beneath him, gasping his name, the pleasure he stirred inside her still not enough; she wanted more, impossibly more.

She then gripped at his arms, a deep sound reverberating in her throat. She couldn't moan aloud with his mouth against hers. 

Matthew grasped the bottom of tree stump with his right hand, using it as leverage as he drove into her, and she gripped onto him for her life, biting on her lip to hold back her cries.

"I have had lovers, but none of them compared to you. Never," he said fiercely, rasping against her cheek as he thrusted into her. Their eyes fixed to one another, their breaths coming out raggedly as he continued his excruciatingly thorough pace. "Say you are mine." he murmured, his words firm but his eyes betraying so much more. "Say you will only ever be mine."

He rolled his hips in such a way her eyes momentarily fluttered and closed. "Yours." She breathed. "Forever yours."

"You are mine as much as I am yours," he breathed against her mouth. His hands moved hastily to shove her hair from her face, gathering it to the back of her head and gripped it there with a force that made her cry out in pleasure with a twinge of slight pain that only heightened the pleasure. His mouth found her pulse, kissed her there, her shoulders, her throat, as if he was a man possessed. “I will talk to your brother and end the betrothal myself.” He growled into her skin.

She cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, raking down his back as she sucked in a breath as her walls clenched around his cock. There was an inaudible curse against her neck, and he slid into her again, their hips moving against one another over and over as she finished chasing the high.

He then groaned, grunting her name in her ear as he buried himself in her one last time. She felt his cock pulsing as he came deep inside her.

#cillian murphy x reader #matthew joy #Matthew joy x reader #in the heart of the sea #Matthew joy x y/n #matthew joy x you

[dracuno]

"i told you i'd come back, right?" — matthew joy

✧ in the heart of the sea; matthew joy x wife!reader

✧ notes: this. that's literally it🫶 also below the cut id the actual reunion between you two, the first part is kinda weird but it's only bc i wanted to put some context TT u can skip to below the cut if u want ! also not proofread since i wrote this while writing a college essay TT

"It's okay, Peggy." You say as you walked with your friend and her daughter through the crowd of people. "I'm sure it's going to be alright."

"I hope so." She replies, nervously.

You and her have been friends for a long time. Both of yours husbands are childhood friends, so of course this also meant you two being acquainted and forming a friendship. A few months ago, both of then were handpicked to be first and second mate for the voyage of the Essex. A little while back, you both received the news that the ship had been either lost at sea or sank of whatnot, all you both (and what they) knew was that the ship and the crew were nowhere to be found.

Obviously, you two were devastated, but Peggy was pregnant and you needed to find things to calm you down and distract you during this whole thing, so you were helping around at her house and all, spending time with Phoebe Ann, her daughter.

This morning, however, you both were contacted by the Maritime office that survivors of the Essex had made it back to Nantucket in nothing more than a few boats and your husbands were both survivors, so here you both were, at Nantucket Harbour, waiting.

As Phoebe Ann was holding the hands of both his mother and you, you kept hold of hers when you saw Owen approaching his family. Peggy let go of her daughter temporarily as she flung her arms around her husband as they reunited.

"Y/N." Owen greeted and you let go of Phoebe Ann to hug him. "Glad to see you still up and running." You joke, but you were really glad to see him.

"Matthew, is he...?" You didn't know how to finish your question but Owen just smiled at you. "He was right behind me earlier."

When his attention shifted to his daughter and Peggy, you walked away from them and your eyes searched the crowd. There were dozens of people at the harbour, all crowding around to see the survivors of the lost ship Essex, so it was a little difficult to push past them for a bit.

But when blue eyes met yours, you felt everyone blur around you as all noise faded into nothing.

There he stood.

He had nothing in his hands, as the small possessions he brought onboard were lost in the sea, but he would have dropped anything he was holding when he saw you.

He made his way to you and at first, it was silent. You didn't know what first to say and he seemed to be at a loss for words as well. Your eyes scanned his face for a moment and you swallowed before speaking up.

"It's really you?" You ask, your hands cupping his cheek as your fingers ghost over his face, not quite believing your eyes.

He was here.

"It's really me." He smiles as he places his hand over yours and moves his face to kiss your other one.

Matthew was here.

Standing in front of you. His hair was definitely longer (although not quite as long, since you noticed him and Owen were pretty cleaned up best they could before they were here) and he looked a little disheveled, but none of it matterer. His eyes scanned over your face, like he was seeing you again for the very first time. He took in everything about you — your eyes, the way your hair was styled, the dress you wore that was one of your more simpler dresses but he always thought you looked stunning in, and the necklace he gave you that you never once took off when he left.

"I told you I'd come back, right?" He asked softly, to which you chuckled lightly, tears streaming down your face.

"You did." You replied, "And you're not going out there for a little bit for a while, okay?" You joked.

He laughed lightly and then slowly engulfed you in another hug, his one arm wrapping itself around your back as he brought his other to hug your head, patting you softly. He kissed your forehead, "I'm not going anywhere for a little bit."

You hugged him back and you felt you never wanted to let him go. You opened your eyes and they met with Owen's, who wasn't that far away from you two with his own family, and you saw him smiling at you.

"Thank you." You mouthed to him as he stood up and held his daughter's hand for the first time as he nodded his head at you.

tagging: @butlersluvbot bc here u go bae i wrote it😎

#yuna writes ♡彡 #sorry its a little messy TT #yuna writes … for matthew joy ♡彡 #yuna writes … for cillian murphy ♡彡 #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #matthew joy #in the heart of the sea #in the heart of the sea x reader #matthew joy x reader

[ssturniolo]

hey queen i literally love your works.

could you maybe do a fic where all of the triplets’ friends are at their 20th birthday party and they’re giving them their gifts and when it gets to matt, chris or nick say they have one more surprise and for matt to shut his eyes and they bring out y/n to surprise him who he hasn’t seen in months and he gets emotional and it’s all fluffy and cute???😭😭😭

Who knew

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Matt x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - request <3

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - none js short and not proofread

Nick, Matt, and Chris sit on the floor across from some close friends who came to spend their 20th birthday with them. They’d decided to keep it small this year to make memories with the people that mean the most to them. But only one person was missing. You.

“You guys really didn’t have to do all this” Matt says as he tosses balled up wrapping paper at the garbage bag Madi’s holding, missing by a mile.

“C’mon man, it’s the big 20. Of course we had to get y’all special gifts” Nate responds, successfully throwing that piece into the bag.

“Speaking of special giftsss” Nick drags out as he stands up.

“We’ve got one more for you” Chris finishes as nick quickly exits the room.

Matt grows increasingly concerned as Chris wiggles his eyebrows at him, his lips curling into a smirk. He has no idea if he should be scared for whatever Nick and Chris planned for him or happy because they (maybe) did something thoughtful.

Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Matt turns around, freezing as he sees the smiling girl standing in front of Nick.

“Y/n?” He whispers mostly to himself as his eyes begin to well with tears.

“Surpri- aw Matty what’s wrong?” You say, your smile faltering the slightest bit.

Matt doesn’t respond, instead wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug. He picks you up, spinning you around as your legs automatically wrap around his waist.

“Awh Matt I missed you tooo” you giggle as he sets you down, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“I can’t believe you’re here” he smiles brightly, enclosing you into a hug once more.

He mouthes a ‘thank you’ over your shoulder to his two smiling brothers standing a distance behind you. Who knew how much he really needed this.

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Idk how I feel about this one but thanks for the request, its such a cute idea what 😭

XOXO - Zoe

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[coppoladelrey]

CILLIAN MURPHY as Matthew Joy in In The Heart of The Sea (2015) | dir. Ron Howard

#matthew joy #in the heart of the sea #ron howard #cillian murphy #cmurphyedit #dilfsource #dilfedit #dilfgifs #filmgifs #filmedit #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #filmtvcentral #dailyfilmsource #dailyflicks #cinemapix #cinematv #usersource #coppoladelreygifs

[littlenightma]

Things l Love About The Joy Ride Movies

• First up, the most obvious — Rusty’s voice. All three movies chose three great actors that are delicious to listen to on and off a CB radio.

• Ken Kirzinger who played Rusty in 3 was Mark Gibbon’s stunt double in 2.

• “How’s my little hussy?” #2 — Had me giggling and kicking my feet.

• “Hey, little girl.” #2 — Rusty makes all the boys his bitches (I may or may not have a fic in mind with Rusty fucking Bobby and a virgin!female!reader together in his barn and then kind of adopts them as his new pets).

• “No rush, no rush.” — #2 I can see him saying this in bed when you get all worked up and need a minute to calm down.

• This interview with Rusty — #2 I turned the brightness up and at some parts you can tell Rusty is smiling and he looks so precious even though he’s talking about killing people.

• The way Rusty’s hands shake when giving Bobby the dice — #2 I imagine that they shake when he gets really excited so it also happens when he’s getting ready to fuck you and he has to grip/hold something to get them to stop.

• “Get wet for me.” — #2 You don’t have to tell me twice, Rusty.

• “Where you at, baby?” #3 — *wheezes* I’M RIGHT HERE

• “I don’t party, little girl.” #3 — Because you’re old and miserable?

• When Rusty moves the hair out of Jewel’s eyes when he’s demanding her to plead on video. #3 — He should have kept her alive so he could have her all to himself. Imagine Rusty stealing not just your car (ironic in itself) but also your girl too.

• “Anyone out there know a Candy Cane?” — #1 This man spent all day looking for someone who stood him up and I can’t be certain if he was mad or not when he was asking for her the second time, but I am pretty sure he fell in love over the radio and my heart can’t take it because it was all a prank. He just wanted to find his Candy Cane :(

• “I’m not sure I’d be what you’d expect.” — #1 He’s so shy and awkward and probably has a praise kink. BUT when he starts getting comfortable enough, he’ll take control and have you coming undone.

• “What room?” #1 — I don’t know if Ted meant to do this or if I am hearing things but it really does sound like Rusty’s voice gets huskier when saying this because he can’t fucking wait to meet Candy Cane alone in a motel room and you damn well know he stood there fiddling with the bag carrying the champagne because he was so nervous.

• Rusty’s hand veins.

• His character as a whole makes the brat in me want to come out. Totally have not pictured myself getting punished by all three Rustys at the same time because Matthew, Mark, and Ken can GET IT.

• All three versions of Rusty are big boys and if you’re into big boys then you would love Rusty Nail. He’d keep you so warm and safe and would kill anyone who looked at you wrong. Literal poster boy for ‘hates everyone except you’.

#rusty nail #rusty nail x reader #mark gibbon #ken kirzinger #ted levine #matthew kimbrough #slashers #slasher community #joy ride 2: dead ahead (2008) #joy ride 3: roadkill (2014) #joy ride (2001)

[themorbidwriter]

From one Joy Ride fan to another Joy Ride fan let's remember one thing when it comes to watching these movies we would have never had a part two and three if we never got to experience Matthew's portrayal as Rusty Nail he is important too yes he wasn't the only one but he's the only one that isn't really acknowledged when it comes to portrayals

Ted is mostly acknowledged for the voice but meanwhile you go to the cast online and my man isn't even mentioned fucking fix that put his name up there I don't care if it's because he didn't get enough screen time I don't care if it's because Ted did most of the work his name needs to be added to the cast online too because his portrayal was just as important as Ted's

Matthew we love you and you are fucking adorable

#joy ride #rusty nail #rusty nail x reader #matthew kimbrough

[cyberstrm]

sit

matthew lillard!william afton x gn!reader

cws: age gap (he's like,,, 50? reader is any age 18+), flirty older men, flirty boss

a/n: oh god my love of older men has enveloped me once again. matthew lillard as afton is just, ofnfncvovlnc

it was a quiet night on your nightshift. or it was, until your boss, william, decided on a surprise visit.

he sat in your spinny desk chair, swaying it slightly, grinning.

"aaah, i love this place." he sighed contentedly. you chuckled nervously. he always made you...anxious, for lack of a better word. he was technically your boss, and something about him was slightly...off-putting. he was friendly enough, and never held his position over you. but that didn't mean you could be overly friendly to him.

"here," he beckoned, the trace of a smile still on his lips. you made your way over and leaned on his desk, looking at the monitor.

"beautiful..." he mumbled softly. you assumed he was talking about the four animatronics, his pride and joy, but when you turned, his wide eyes were staring directly at you. slightly unnerved, you stepped back, and he chuckled.

"relax, i'm not gonna hurt ya'. come, sit." he patted his thighs, and you felt your face warm up. there was something about your 40 something year old boss sitting casually in an office chair asking you to sit on his lap that was making you feel things.

"a-are you sure?" you stammering, avoiding his gaze.

he chuckled. "yeah, come sit with me, doll,"

you swallowed, but obeyed. you closed the gap between you and him, and turned around and sat gently in his lap. his hands found your waist, holding you fast.

"there, that wasn't so hard was it?" he smirked in your ear. you skin warmed again. "we can stay like this all night, doll, got nothin' better to do,,"

#five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf movie #matthew lillard #matthew lillard william afton #william afton #afton #william afton x reader #matthew lillard!william afton x reader #josh hutcherson #fnaf #mike schmidt #steve raglan

[mangosrar]

call it what you want.

matt sturniolo x fem reader. enemies to lovers!!

WHEW YALL HEY. it’s been a while but i’m super excited to be back. love u ❤️‍🩹

warnings: suggestive. arguing

this will be multiple parts!!!!

pt2

"im not a child anymore! i cant move 2 inches without them being on my ass about something" you exclaimed as you paced up and down the living room.

nick sat on the couch, gawking at you as you ranted. you sighed before stopping and pointing a finger at nick.

"and you know what, they dont do this to my brother, nooo he can fuck all the girls he wants but i mention one guy im not even dating and suddenly im going off the rails" nick just stared at you with a questionable expression on his face.

you knew he wouldnt understand, his parents were so lenient, so the fact you were going on a 20 minute tangent about how strict yours were was completely futile and you may as well be speaking in a different language.

you dropped your hands and whined before stomping over to the couch and plopping down next to nick.

"i mean, how could i win nick? they want me to be happy but i wanna be happy with a hot boyfriend" you said as you turned your head to look at him, he just looked down at you with a sympathetic but mischievous look.

"im worried my advice is going to get you in trouble" he cringed. you pulled your head back and furrowed your eyebrows, encouraging him to continue.

"i mean... you need to rebel y/n, find someone whos completely foreign to them" you stared at him, thinking for a second.

it wasnt like you wanted to, but the fact that their heads would fall off if you found someone who was the complete opposite of your parents and their expectations, brought you a little bit of complete fucking joy.

it was like a lightbulb moment, your eyes widened, and a cheesy grin pulled at your lips as you practically leaped off of the couch and continued your pacing.

"i need someone who is all mean and mysterious, or maybe a guy who drives a motorbike or plays the drums" you rambled looking at nick for approval but being met with a flat expression on his face.

"seriously y/n?" he questioned.

"whatever im just brainstorming" you waved him off.

"whoever he is needs to be nonchalant, he needs to smoke and drink, maybe dabble in partying every now and again, he needs to have tattoos and long hair. i mean be honest, if you came home with a guy like that, i think your mom would drop dead" he explained, letting out a small laugh before leaning forward slightly.

and as if god himself was listening, matthew sturniolo appeared in the doorway, in all of his long haired and tattood glory, sipping on a can of root beer, watching you intently.

both you and nick snapped your head towards him as he stood there with a stoic expression.

"what do you want weirdo?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

he squinted at you before sticking his hand out besides him in question.

"your in my house y/n. the real question is what do you want" he spat.

truth was you and matt had never gotten along. despite your decade long friendship with his brothers, there was always something about him that you couldnt stand and apparently matt felt the same way towards you, so the two of you started an unspoken hatred for each other one day and it has stood strong ever since.

neither of you were sure why it started, but matt always hated the way you thought you were better than everyone else, how you could never admit when you were in the wrong, or the way your scent stuck to everything so he could always smell you around the house, but mostly he hated the way his cock would jump when you looked up at him with those big doe eyes, even when you were spitting insults at him.

"i want you to stop listening to our conversation and get the fuck out of my face" you bit back, turning to face him and crossing your arms, keeping your hard stare fixed on him.

"please, you love it when i get in your face y/n. and you know what, have a little more compassion, your parents are wonderful people." he scoffed as he took a step towards you, keeping his eyes trained on yours. he was clearly trying to get under your skin, and it was working.

"they dont even like you matt, i wouldnt be so up their ass" you smiled sarcastically. he just laughed before taking another step towards you.

"and i cant stand their bitch of a daughter so were even" he spoke lowly, shooting daggers at you. there was a few seconds of silence where you and matt were just glaring at each other. wordlessly throwing insults and screaming at one another, before nick cleared his throat, causing the bubble around you both to pop.

you and matt turned to look at nick who was standing up from his seat on the couch, with an expression that you couldnt place. you could feel the heat radiating off of matt, in the midst of the bickering you hadnt realized how close he had gotten, you hadnt realized how good he smelt, or how him looking down at you like a disobedient child made you want to drop to your knees there and then.

nick opened his mouth to speak, his eyes jumping from you to his brother, who was stood not even a foot away.

"back to the topic at hand...why dont you date chris?" nick said like it was the most obvious option.

"you cant be serious..." matt trailed off, looking at his brother.

"no way nick, hes like my brother, plus my parents like him" you explained, ignoring matts comment, moving away from him and taking a seat back on the couch, folding your legs up underneath you.

"fake it, be in a fake relationship with him" you werent sure what planet nick was living on, but he was not helping in any way shape or form.

you just rubbed your hands over your face, groaning at the realization this was never going to work. there was a pregnant pause, all 3 of you, thinking completely different things, before matt broke the silence.

"ok so let me get this straight, you wanna piss off your parents, and show them your all grown up, by finding a guy in a biker gang..... as a scare tactic?" he asked, sending questioning looks between you and nick.

"not a biker gang matt" nick replied flatly, shaking his head at him.

"so just someone with tattoos, and long hair?" he spoke, placing his drink down on the coffee table and crossing his arms over his chest.

you shrugged and nodded your head at him. why was he so interested.

"so you just wanna use someone, to make your parents mad?" he furrowed his brows, desperately trying to get this right, but you were sure he was trying to make you feel bad so you didnt go through with it, just so you would stay miserable. or so you thought.

"call it what you want matt, i dont care what you think, this is none of your business" you spat.

you watched matts eyes wander from yours to his brothers who had been suspiciously silent. they were exchanging glances, like they were speaking some sort of wordless language, and it was concerning. usually, matt wouldve threw an insult back at you, but his expression didnt even waiver.

pulling your eyes away from matt, you turned to nick with a confused expression, and studdied his face, watching as his eyes lit up and he grinned, before turning to face you with a look in his eye that you couldnt decipher.

"before you say anything, just hear me out"

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[sturniolosstar]

silly girl┆m.sturniolo

i got inspo from a post but can’t find it anymore :(

summary - matt punishes you. after all, it was foolish to think he would let you slide that easily.

pairing - matthew sturniolo x female reader

cw - smut, orgasm denial, darcyphilia, vibrator use, bondage (ropes), gagging, implied humiliation, matt is a bit mean sorry not sorry

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Your whines became muffled against the gag Matt shoved into your mouth a few minutes ago as you struggled against the ropes tied to his headboard.

Your hips squirmed around his silk sheets as the vibrator strapped to your cunt stimulated your clit in the exact way that made your eyes roll back to your head as the coil in your stomach builds.

Your head perks up the moment the door opens, your face softens when you see your boyfriend standing in the doorway, his eyes fixated on your nude body.

His lips curled upwards into a grin at the way your eyes glistened. He walked towards you and for a second, you felt a spark of hope.

Your brows furrowed when he ignored you, opening his bedside table drawer as he rummaged through it.

As if sensing your stare, he turned his head to face you, his grin growing at the sight of you. Your eyes were glazed with tears, brows scrunched in confusion as the gag caused drool to dribble down the corners of your mouth.

‘Silly girl’ he tuts, his head tilting in mockery, ‘did you think I came back for you?’

He laughed softly, his hand caressing your hair gently. ‘Poor baby. I only forgot my wallet.’ He smiled as he grabbed the item he was searching for, displaying it in front of your eyes. His hand fell from your head, instead, it cupped your chin to keep your gaze on his wallet, ensuring you see it. He wanted you to know that he didn’t come back for you, he wanted you to know that you weren’t even in the back of his mind.

You were quick to realise this, the tears brimming your waterline began to flow down your reddened cheeks. You were embarrassed to say the least. You were in a punishment, this was a form of Matt showing you that your actions have consequences. It was foolish to think he would let you slide that easily.

Your crying made Matt’s grip tighten on your chin, it made the rough material of his jeans strain the perfect amount of friction against his growing erection.

Your watery eyes never failed to arouse him. It was his pride and joy, seeing you crumble so easily. It made him smile knowing only he could bring you so much pleasure to the point you break down into tears.

‘Did you really think I came back for you?’

His tone laced with genuine emotion made you think he actually cared, the shit-eating grin plastered across his face made you think otherwise.

He chuckles when you furrow your eyes shut, shaking your head no.

You didn’t want him to think you were stupid. You weren’t. You just hoped he would’ve been a bit nicer when he walked into his bedroom.

His smile disappeared when you turned your head to avoid his gaze. His face scowling as he roughly turned your head back.

‘What do you think you’re doing, hm?’

You didn’t want him to see you like this. Tears rolled down your cheeks as your hips squirmed once again. You hated this. You hated being stripped bare when he’s fully clothed, staring at you. He always made you feel so shy.

Seeing the way your body writhes in discomfort, his grip loosens. ‘Chris and Nick are waiting for me. We won’t be long, okay?’

He smiles reassuringly as he gapes down at you, knowing you can’t answer.

His smile turns derisive as he leans down, the tips of your noses meeting. ‘If you even think about cumming before we get back, you’ll get something way worse than this. Understand?’ He knew you couldn’t verbally respond, but he expected atleast a nod.

He snarls when you turn your head once again. ‘I said, understand?’

Finally receiving the answer he wants, he kisses your cheek gently, putting his wallet into his pocket before letting his grip slip off you, standing up.

‘Don’t be so stupid next time.’

His words ring in your clouded mind as he walks out his room, shutting the door.

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[gvnvks]

holding zb1 boys’ faces … !

> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader

> warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread

> song recommendation: gladiator by jann

> note: thank yall sm for the notes on my latest post !! its really motivating 🫶🏻 im also working on a lot of requests rn + thinking about doing some smau so yall will be FED 💯 requests r still open but not for long, so if u want to request u need to be quick quick !!

김 jiwoong.

he’s soo confused

enjoys the touch, but can’t help but wonder if something happened for you to act like that

it’s literally not like y’all touch 25/8

nah but really

“what?” poor boy is soooo confused 😭

hides your hands in his

man is so giggly

he looks at his whole world and you look at your whole world

turns his head a little to kiss ur palm…

enough omgggg

장 hao.

homeboy freezes

like literally his whole body just straight up freezes

asks if you need something

he’s kinda embarrassed idk 😟

kiss his moles pls

his face will literally cover in blush

he’s so cute stop rn

he takes ur hand off of his face and leans in to kiss ur cheek girl bye

pls pls pls do it more often to him

성 hanbin.

has the BIGGEST grin EVER i swear to god

he goes a little “oh” and just giggles ……. lawd have mercy.

looks really deep into your eyes like y’all having some kind of a deep convo

like boy it ain’t that serious

but he’s just so in love omg

“you’re so cute” NAH HANBIN YOU’RE THE CUTE ONE HERE

he peppers ur face in little, feathery-like kisses

please where can i get boyfriend like this

he leaves some wet marks (😟) on ur forehead but you don’t mind cause he’s the most adorable human ever

석 matthew.

now bffr

he is the one to cup ur face every now and then

not u

but if the roles swapped one day and you’d be the one holding his face

boy would get so confused

cause girl what the hell are u even doing

like… it’s his job

nah but being fr now

he would be so happy 😭

like literally he would be full of the joys of spring for the rest of the day

he’s so grateful for u ‼️

girl u better keep this man

despite all that he probably has the calmest reaction of them all

probably cuz yall all lovey dovey on a daily basis n hes kinda used to it already

김 taerae.

okay now

he’s literally head over heels for you like

just as hanbin, he would simply go “oh”

has literal hearts in his eyes

and im not even joking

he just stares at you

with that wide smile of his

u can basically see if he brushed his teeth this morning 😭

he would brush his thumbs against ur palms… girl

his heart is literally pounding

have u ever seen a man that’s more in love than him

no u haven’t case closed

리키 ricky.

i know ricky may not seem like it

but i feel like he would be very affectionate

like

maybe not physically

but he will definitely assure you he loves you with his words

and also with gifts sometimes cuz young and rich and allat yk yk

so

when u place ur hands on the sides of his face

at first he gets really confused

then literally just melts into your touch

whispers some i love yous

kisses ur temple. thats what i said.

hes so shameless girl goodbye

hes just so lovable

김 gyuvin.

i dont know but i feel like he wouldn’t be that big on skinship?

i mean yeah of course he enjoys your touch but like

too much of it sometimes can overwhelm him

and you know that

but he was so cute and kissable today that u just couldn’t resist

and simply just

cupped his face

poor boy has never been more embarrassed in his whole entire existence

also the confusion added to it

cause like why so sudden

“are you okay?” NAH ARE YOU OKAY GYUVIN

pls kiss his nose… pls.

YOU CAN HEAR THE WAY HIS BREATH HITCHED

he will basically be embarrassed to look at you for the rest of the day

but don’t get him wrong tho

it’s because he’s so in love with u

박 gunwook.

okay now we’re talking

who would resist holding that pretty face of his

literally no one

asks the most random questions cause he’s so flustered 😭

“are u hungry” “am i missing our anniversary”

okay… its not like yall couple and can hold each other any time without particular reason 💯

takes ur hands and just

kisses your every finger

he goes like thumb *kiss*

index finger *kiss*

all the way to your pinky

also lightly bites on some of them cause he’s random like that

this is so cute

he’s so baby

한 yujin.

cute baby

very cute baby

squish his cheeks

he would be so dramatic if you’d do that 😭

“stop” AND HOMEBOY WOULD JUST GIVE YOU A BLANK STARE

but don’t stop tho pls he really didn’t mean that

he’s just so surprised by the sudden touch and like

he doesn’t know how to react

his heart just goes boom boom boom boom but like one million times faster

and you can tell by the way his ears and cheeks turned bright pink

but this shade really suits him

so do it more often pls

gvnvks © 2023

#zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 reactions #zb1 imagines #zb1 x reader #zb1 drabbles #zb1 misc #boys planet #boys planet x reader #boys planet reactions #boys planet imagines #kim jiwoong #zhang hao #sung hanbin #kim taerae #ricky #shen quanrui #ricky shen #kim gyuvin #park gunwook #han yujin #seok matthew

[ellieswifie]

playing fortnite with your boyfriend!matt

𐙚 head cannons!

warnings: matt!boyfriend x fem!reader, fortnite, cursing, pet name (baby), short hc

authors note: i’ve been playing fortnite a lot like the dork i am a lot recently and i just couldn’t help myself but think about playing fortnite with matt.

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streaming. i feel like streaming with bf!matt would be so fun. you guys would either be having a split screen stream, or you’d be sitting in matt’s lap while he plays. his hand would be resting on your thigh while you read the comments. but when your both playing, you’d be focusing less on the stream itself and just laughing with matt.

pet names. he loves and i mean LOVES calling you baby. when your in the middle of attempting to kill someone. he’ll be encouraging and call you baby while he watches you attempt to kill an opponent.

"baby he’s right there! get him!”

"fucking hell matthew. i’m trying!"

teasing. while your struggling to emote after a kill or trying to figure out how to build, he’ll definitely tease you just to watch you grow frustrated (in the cutest way possible).

"need some help there?" he’d say as your attempting to aim your gun at someone.

"no. i don’t need your help." -ten seconds later and 10 percent health left- "matt!! im gonna die! helppp!!"

skins. a silly part of me believes that matt would buy you a fortnite skin. you you mention liking someone’s skin character during a match or in the lobbby, he’ll immediately take notice in this a buy you a silly skin. it’s a cute romantic gesture and absolutely adorable.

lego fortnite. since i’m currently obsessed with lego fortnite, i think he’d have you building a cute little house you guys share or like a small village you both say you ‘live’ in.

there would also be cute animals you guys would spend all day naming and feeding.

victory royals. well you guys get very little of them, but when you do your both practically screaming with joy and laughing. it would be the cutest thing ever omg.

#ellieswifie #gracie writes #fem!reader #fluff #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt head cannons #headcannons #matthew #matthew sturniolo #matt #matt sturniolo x reader #fortnite #og fortnite #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic

[mothhball]

drabble requests!

hello hello, I'm going on a pretty long train journey tomorrow and need a good way to pass the time

so, feel free to send in some requests and I'll write a drabble!

will write for:

Jonathan Crane

Neil Lewis

Jackson Rippner

Raymond Leon

Matthew Joy

Tom (The Party)

Robert Fischer

I might've missed some, so if you're in doubt, just ask <3

Please note that I've only properly written for Jonathan and Neil, so bear with me lol

#cillian murphy x reader #jonathan crane x reader #neil lewis x reader #jackson rippner x reader #raymond leon x reader #robert fischer x reader #matthew joy x reader #tom (the party) x reader

[dracuno]

i was rewatching in the heart of the sea (i rewatched this a lot but this is the first rewatch knowing cill was here bc i didnt know before😭) a few days ago and when i tell u HOW SAD I WAS W HIS ENDING

ykw what if i make a lil thing where matthew joy went home and reunited with his wife (y/n)🥹🫵

UPDATE: i made it !!! here

#yuna’s thoughts ♡彡 #yuna writes … for cillian murphy ♡彡 #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #matthew joy #matthew joy x reader #in the heart of the sea #in the heart of the sea x reader #yuna writes … for matthew joy ♡彡

[unknownbl0ggerr]

Someone kiss me!

Chandler Bing x Fem! Reader

The New Years pact doesn’t go as planned

rest in peace Matthew Perry 💕🕊️

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The New Years party wasn’t going exactly as everyone planned, everyone had brought dates completely ignoring the pact the group had made but something went wrong with their dates. You were the only one who didn’t actually have a date to bring and actually laughed at everyone when their date went wrong.

You didnt want to bring anyone, not like you had anyone to bring but even if you did you wouldnt. You were barely a party goer anyway so you weren’t expecting anything interesting. You were hoping Chandler would’ve showed up alone to give yourself at least a bit of distraction but no. He brought Janice, his horrible ex girlfriend.

You sat in the middle of Joey and Ross on the couch with Marcel on your lap. “I dont get why you just ask him y/n. It’s new years, you need someone to kiss, he needs someone to kiss, perfect match!” Joey said. Ross nodded watching Marcel jump off my lap and walk around to the other guests, “i agree.”

You shook your head, “he’s my best friend guys it would be weird, theres no way he’d want to do it anyway.” The boys rolled their eyes but you didnt notice, you had gotten up to get another drink, “she has no idea.” Joey whispers to Ross. “Clearly.” Ross whispers back leaning against the back of the couch.

Chandler was talking to some girl about something she clearly wasn’t interested in but you couldn’t hear what it was. You poured yourself a drink and heard Chandler practically yell, “please kiss me at midnight!” You turned around and looked at an annoyed, desperate chandler starting to follow the girl before giving up.

Chandler shook his head then looked up and saw you, anyone else watching him would’ve seen his eyes light up but you didn’t notice. “No luck?” You ask taking a sip of your drink. Chandler laughed, “no she actually said yes.” You laughed softly at his sarcasm, that was one of your favorite things about him.

“Oh guys we only have 2 minutes! Change the channel!” Phoebe yelled to Joey and Ross who both scrambled to get the remote. Eventually the group slowly started migrating to you and chandler. Dick Clark announced that the ball was dropping and Chandler turned towards you and the group, “and the moment of joy is upon us!” “I guess that no date thing worked out.” Joey mumbled. “Everybody looks so happy, i hate that!” Phoebe complained and you nodded agreeing with her. “Not everybody’s happy.” Monica said, “hey bobby!” We all looked at her ex who started sobbing and gesturing her away.

They all started ranting about the kiss and no one seemed to be agreeing but somehow the only thing on your mind was Chandler. “Alright somebody kiss me.” Chandler complained. Everyone started trying to get him to shush but he didn’t, he jumped up and down, “somebody kiss me it’s midnight!” You felt a nudge on your arm and looked over, Joey was gently pushing you towards him and Ross was nodding at you.

“Alright, alright, alright.” You said grabbing his face with your hand and pulling him in, kissing him. Your friends cheered and you expected Chandler to pull away but you felt his hand on your lower back and his other on your waist as he kissed you back.

“Okay, okay enough!” Joey complained and we pulled away, i turned slightly to look at Joey, “congratulations you actually got a kiss at midnight.” He said rolling his eyes, “oh and i thought i was the sarcastic one.” Chandler joked and Joey slapped his shoulder. Chandler laughed and so did the others. “So much for the pact huh?” Ross joked.

Chandlers hand was still on your lower back and it stayed like that the rest of the night, but you weren’t complaining about it.

A/n: thinking of making a part two to this. Let me know 🙈💕

#chandler bing #chandler bing x reader #joey tribbiani #monica geller #ross geller #friends #friends imagines #chandler bing imagine

[dyns33]

For a smile

Dream of the Endless x female reader, sweet fools as ever

Following the formalization of their relationship, Morpheus had been very clear with Y/N on two points.

He wasn't dancing, and he wasn't laughing.

Regarding the first point, he never gave a real explanation, simply refusing to move as Y/N spun around him to the music, frozen like a statue and calmly repeating that he didn't dance, ever.

Concerning his laughter, she had managed to make him laugh several times, and it quickly became apparent that he was simply ashamed, because this laughter was quite peculiar, to use simple and neutral terms, since the dreams master was easily hurt. It was likely that he was also simply ashamed of the way he danced.

Y/N had made the decision not to force him to do things he didn't like or that made him uncomfortable. It seemed normal in a relationship after all, even if Morpheus had some difficulty with the concept at first.

Fortunately they had talked about it, and he had come to accept his mortal lover's requests, even if he didn't understand them all.

“Why do you want me to knock on your door to enter your home ?”

"Because maybe I'm busy or with someone."

"… Do you have things to hide from me, agápi mou ?"

"No, but it's just being polite. I know I enter your kingdom every night without really asking you, but you sense that I'm coming. For my part, I almost have a heart attack every time you appear behind me without making a sound."

"I can send Matthew to let you know I'm coming so you won't be surprised."

"Dream. The door."

“Very well, agápi mou.”

"… I'm really not hiding anything from you, you know ?"

“I know, I was just saying that to tease you.”

It was sometimes difficult to know what Morpheus was thinking.

Not always, because the Dreaming reflected his mood without him being able to do anything about it, and he had difficulty with certain feelings, like sadness or anger.

But joy. Dream of the Endless had difficulty expressing joy.

It wasn't just the laughter that was the problem. He rarely smiled. So rarely that Y/N almost jumped the first time she saw this wonder appear on his face, and he had no excuse to hide this sweetness from her. His skin hadn't cracked, his features hadn't distorted, he was even more handsome than usual.

Y/N dreamed of seeing him smile more often, if not always. But his lips remained frozen in a flat, imperturbable line most of the time.

The few times the smile appeared, it was sudden, so vivid that you only had to click your eyes at the wrong time to miss it, and each time it was as if Y/N was seeing it for the first time.

A pure marvel.

In order not to scare Morpheus, who tended to act like a wild cat, Y/N tried not to stare too much or show interest. As discreetly as possible, she nevertheless did everything to make him offer her this spectacle.

Most of the time it worked, but Dream also smiled without her needing to do anything, simply because she said or did something he found charming.

“Are you still trying to hear my laugh ?”

"Not at all ! I swore I wouldn't do it again. Why ?"

“You’ve been terribly distracted and affectionate lately, agápi mou.”

"I'm just happy to be with you." She said, resting her head on his shoulder, her arms around him. "You're very distracting, and huggable."

"It is rather you who deserves such adjectives. I have a lot of difficulty concentrating on my task. Your presence in my domain monopolizes all my attention, and I only think of you when you are awake, waiting for your returning or fighting the urge to visit you in the Waking."

"Flatterer."

Her response made him smile again and Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach.

When Morpheus talked about needing to see her, Y/N could understand the feeling. She felt the same way about him, but also about his smile.

She asked the inhabitants of the Dreaming for advice. Lucienne thought poems might help. Abel had time to respond that talking about old stories would give him pleasure, before Cain planted an axe in his head, saying that she could confide secrets to the nightmares master. Mervyn made some rather indecent comments about strawberries and a bed. Matthew simply begged her to keep the Dreaming from raining again.

“It’s adorable that you try to make him smile, but you know him, I know him, if he misunderstands something, it will be a disaster.”

“Why would he take it badly that I wanted to make him smile ?”

"He might think you're mocking him. He's very sensitive, this guy."

"I don't know what he went through before we were together, but I would never make fun of him. I just want him to be happy."

"I know, kid. But does he know that ?"

She should have listened, and remembered once again that Dream was a big, timid cat, unaccustomed to receiving signs of affection. He didn't hate that she surrounded him with love, but he seemed lost that it was so common.

Such an outburst of passion could only be linked to madness, and he knew that Y/N was not in his younger sister's domain. Maybe she wanted to get something in return.

After some time, Y/N then got the exact opposite of what she was looking for. Each of her romantic or generous actions received an almost frightened look from Morpheus, his entire face resembling that of a marble statue, devoid of a smile.

She might have been afraid if she hadn't known he would never hurt her. Following the many mistakes he had made in the past with his lovers, Dream had ended up learning certain things, like keeping calm, and trying to communicate.

The key word being 'trying'.

"Ilie mou, you offer me so much affection, what can I give you in return ? Is your sleep disturbed ? Are you lacking inspiration ? Do you have a particular need ?"

"No. Everything is fine." Y/N replied, not understanding that his questions were full of confusion and fear.

"… I see. Is it honey then ? A little sweetness before having to announce something bitter ?"

"If it's a poem, it's quite strange. I don't have any honey, Morpheus. Would you like some tea ?"

He ended up believing that she wanted to leave him, but without knowing how to tell him, too kind or worried that he would react violently like with the others before her.

The thought crossed his mind that the process was far too cruel for Y/N. It seemed absurd to shower him with love in order to protect his feelings, only to tell him right after that she didn't love him anymore.

But it happened that some beings were thinking with their hearts, not listening to reason, and it was always possible that his beloved had not seen that far.

"I knew it… It's raining."

"Why do you say that like I'm responsible ? He might be saddened by something else, Matthew."

"He would have talked to you about it. Or he would have talked to me about it. He would have talked to someone about it. He loves to complain when it concerns his family or his work. Everyone needs to know that he is the poor wretch who has done nothing wrong and is trying to save the world. But for private matters ? He hides in a corner."

"… But he has no reason to be sad. It's true that he seems worried lately, but everything is fine between us."

It was a conversation as surreal as it was depressing, having to explain to the dreams lord that all the attention he had received for several weeks had no hidden meaning, no tragic end, but only the desire to make him happy and to see him smile, without expecting anything else in return.

That, he could understand. Morpheus loved seeing Y/N smile. It was just the fact that someone might care about him that was new to him. Absurd. Not deserved.

"Besides, agápi mou, I am happy in every moment spent with you. I tell you as soon as you ask me. Why so much fuss about my mouth ?"

“Don’t say that sentence again in that voice, I might faint.”

"So it's a question of aesthetics ? Don't you like my 'sulky goth teenager look' ?"

“I never said such a thing.”

“No, Matthew said so.”

"Hmm. I won't deny that you look beautiful when you smile and that's a plus. But I love you, even when you pout."

“I’m not pouting.”

"Of course not."

“I love you too, Ilie mou.” he said, kissing her.

Y/N’s response was to stare at him with wide eyes. Dream stared back, raising an eyebrow. She raised both, as a challenge, continuing to look at him, before she couldn't suppress her smile.

He rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop his lips from curling. The message was clear, even though they knew they were happy together, it was still nice to see their loved ones' faces lit up like that.

As with many things, it wasn't usual for the Endless, but smiling came naturally in Y/N's presence, so it shouldn't be too difficult to please her. Maybe one day they will even dance.

#sandman #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction

[unluckyhoneybee]

A big brain (Auston Matthews)

A reunion with your colleagues makes Auston doubt himself. Auston M. x Phd!Reader.

Note: I was thinking of making a few blurbs about this if anyone has requests, but life is busy right now so I can't promise anything (not many long pieces)

There was something on his eyes that you couldn't identify. Auston was looking around the room, watching people and smiling politely when he had too. But he had barely spoken. You were trapped in a conversation, it seemed to be too important although you couldn't concentrate well.

"YN, what are your expectations now?"

"Hmm" You looked at Arthur, your project director.

"Now that we have received the funds"

You smiled and nodded. "Well, I'm waiting for the permits and hoping to start the field work as soon as possible"

"They are on the way" Arthur smiled at you.

"Really?"

"I talked to them a couple of days ago"

Auston saw you from afar. In second, your eyes lit up. Suddenly, you were smiling so brightly it was contagious. But it only made him want to sink on the seat.

"Really?"

Arthur nodded. "You are starting next week, YN"

You gasped and covered your face. Instantly, your eyes looked for him and Auston felt his chest warmer. The good news were obvious. He wanted to be there by your side and hold your hand. But for some reason, he saw you thank the paople around you and scape.

Your heels echoed through the chatter when you walked to him. There were tears in your eyes. Happy tears.

"Auston"

He caught you right when you hugged him, slightly stumbling on your shoes. With his arms around you and his hand flat between your shoulder blades, plus all the joy in your veins, you squeaked and squeezed him.

Auston chuckled a bit and looked around, cheeking to see how people had reacted. A couple of your mates had warm smiles, a few others looked with judging eyes. Only Auston's glare was needed for them to look away. If his girl was happy, no one would have a word on it.

"Aus" You moved back and cupped his face. "We have the funds. I'm starting next week"

Auston's eyes opened like plates and his heart rate picked up. The joy on his eyes was so visible that you could only kiss him. It was heartwarming to see the person you love celebrate your wins.

"Oh, YN" He hugged you tight and tucked your face on his neck. "I'm so proud of you, you fought so much for this" He kissed your temple and caressed your hair.

The rest of the night was bliss. Auston had stayed by your side, his hand always carefully placed on your hip and a polite smile on his lips when your mates talked to him. For everyone, he was the proud boyfriend, for you, Auston was faking. But not his happiness or pride for you. You could see how genuine his feelings were when he looked at you.

You saw his tie fall to the floor and him walking into the bathroom without even noticing. With a sigh, you picked it up and moved it between your fingers. What was going on? Was it the team? Was it a new injury he hadn't told you about? Were there problems back at home in Arizona?

You took your shoes off and knocked at the door. It was half open and you could see his reflection in the mirror, but you wanted to give him space. He was washing his face and his shirt was gone.

"Come in" He said while drying his face.

You walked in and closed the door behind you. "Hi, babe"

"Hi" He left the towel aside and leaned on the counter. Auston knew what was coming. Your concerned glances hadn't gone unadverted.

You took a deep breath and hugged him from behind. He always loved it when you did that, your body was way smaller and you were kind of hidden behind his reflection. Only your arms around his waist showed on the mirror. You kissed the dagger between his shoulder blades and your hand traveled up to his chest, right above his heart. It was beating fast and his skin was warm.

"What's wrong?" You whispered and laid your head on his shoulder, eyes closed and all.

Auston took a deep breath. He had fucked up your night. The dinner with your co-workers, mentors, the project´s directors, ...

"Aus..." You kissed his shoulder and gently nuzzled your nose on his neck. There were no further intentions, just loving comfort.

One of his hands covered yours for a few seconds before bringing it to his lips.

"I love you" He muttered on your skin.

Your stomach twisted and you lifted your head trying to get a look of his expression. Dead serious.

"What happened?" You wanted to retrieve your hand from his. You trusted him like mad, there wasn't a single person who held it like him. He had you on his hands.

"Nothing. Nothing happened" He said, his voice cracking halfway.

Finally, you moved back. His warm skin was suddenly burning you. "You are scaring me"

Auston lowered his head and cleared his throat. Oh how scared he was of saying his!

"You should be with someone else"

For a while, everything stopped. Your hands were shaking and your mind moving too fast. Meanwhile, Auston was still, not moving and barely breathing. He couldn't get himself to look at you.

"Why do you say that?"

Auston gripped the marble hard, his knuckles even turned white.

"Because... Because who am I? Have you seen the people around you?"

You blinked confused and walked to him. A gentle hand was enough for him to give you space. You found your space between his body and the counter and laid your hands on his chest.

"What do you mean, Auston? Why are you saying this?" This wasn't common for him. He was Auston Matthews, he was laid back and confident, he was one of the best.

"You are a genius" His hand came to cradle your face and by pure instinct, you leaned into his touch. "You are so intelligent, you are getting so many things right. You got the whole group funds for a project" Auston breathed deeply. "I'm just a hockey player, babe. You could have someone like you, with a PhD, your same interests, someone you can talk to about your research. I don't have a big brain like yours, baby" His voice was weak and his eyes sad. It truly broke your heart.

"I don't need or want any of that" You whispered. "I need you so much" You sat on the counter and brought him closer. "I need my hockey player" You pecked his lips and hugged him. "If it wasn't for you, I would have gone crazy, Auston. I need you in my life, you bring so much light and happiness to it. I don't want a researcher or someone like me, I want you"

His hands fisted your dress, now without fear of ruining your outfit. He wasn't sure where this insecurity was coming from, but he hated the feeling. It was a different kind of vulnerability.

"And... Don't even dare to say you are not intelligent, Matthews" You said pulling back a bit. "Because this big brain of yours can make amazing things on the ice. You are not less intelligent than me" You pecked his lips again.

He didn't seem super sure of it.

"Okay?" You kissed his nose.

"It's just... You talk with them and I can barely understand what you say..."

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle. "I still don't know what a power play is about"

He smiled and after a couple of seconds laughed. "I like you how you are, I wouldn't change you for anyone"

"No matter how many Nobel prizes they have?"

"Not when my boyfriend is one of the best hockey players in the league"

Auston brought you closer, completely stepping into your space and wrapping you in a tight hug. "I don't know what got in me" HE muttered on your hair.

"It's alright, we all have our moments" You said and tucked yourself on his neck. "Just talk to me, I don't like when you pout and look like a lost puppy"

Auston kissed your temple. "I love you"

"I love you too, Aus. So much."

#auston matthews x reader #am #fluff #but angsty #fic