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Matt Organa-Solo
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A continuation of this RP thread with @millenialcatlady.
Maybe next time...
Your words ricochet in Matt’s head as he slaps cards down on the pile, scowling deeply at his competitors.
I want it to be this fuckin’ time, he thinks to himself. He can still taste that little bit of sweetness lingering from your lip balm, still smell that little bit of your scent on his sweatshirt. He wants to sit your ass up on your kitchen counter, kiss you hot and hard, grind you up against him till you’re wet and whimpering.
He tosses down his second-to-last card.
“Uno, BITCH!” he shouts, pushing himself up from his seat and striding across the room, determined to find you.
He catches sight of you at the end of the hallway, the corners of your mouth turned up in laughter. When you see him, your eyes light up. His long legs take swift steps toward you.
A large mass lurches out of one of the rooms and collides with Matt, its hand planted on his shoulder. It’s wearing a grey beanie. It’s...
“FUCKING RANDY! What the FUCK!” Matt hollers, shoving him backwards.
Randy’s strange neon blue drink sloshes over the rim of his cup onto Matt’s sweatshirt, leaving him dripping in sticky-sweet liquid.
“IwaswonderingifyouwantedtoshareanUber...” Randy slurs, eyes nearly crossed.
“Oh boy,” you say, approaching to provide a stabilizing hand to Randy as he sways. “Did someone get a little too juiced?”
“Maybe...” Randy giggles, taking another slurp of his drink.
Matt seethes, clenching his jaw. He can smell you again, and all he wants to do is taste you again, too.
“Can you make sure he gets home okay, Matty?” you ask.
“Anything for my little bro,” he says through gritted teeth.
Matt pulls out his phone and cues up the app, plinking in both his and Randy’s addresses. The arrival notification pings just as you make a pit-stop in the kitchen to get Randy to down a glass of water. He curses Randy’s drunk ass as you lead them outside, the car idling in the street.
Randy doesn’t protest when you load him into the back seat first, happily munching on the to-go bag of tortilla chips you’d packed him.
“Well,” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as Matt lingers with the car door open. “Thanks for coming over...” You lean in and give him a quick peck on the cheek.
“What the fuh!” Randy blurts, mouth stuffed full of chips.
Matt blushes, but plasters a shit-eating grin across his face as he turns back to Randy.
You shut the door and slap the roof of the car, smiling as it pulls away.
#mattorganasolo#matt the radar technician rp#matt x claire#millenialcatlady#cw: alcohol#GOOD OL' COCKBLOCKING RANDY
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Matt, babe, I'm so frustrated with work! 🥺🥺🥺 Clients keep changing their minds about approved campaigns, and I'm thisclose to tearing my hair out. I feel like I need to be taken out of my head, even just for a few hours, before I can function again. You've always been so good at it, giving it to me hard and rough, and then taking such good care of me afterwards. Can you please do it again? Pretty please with a cherry on top?
That blows, muffin. Just put me on the phone with those clients next time and I bet they won’t have shit to say afterward.
You need a little break, huh? You like the way I fuck you? You’ve got such good manners, too. How ‘bout I bend you over your desk and eat that pussy from the back to start?
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can i call you daddy?
Only if you’re good.
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I’ve got a really fucking important Mortal Kombat tournament this weekend and I can’t miss it if I’m dead in a sewer or something.
suck my dick, nerd
What are you gonna do, choke me, you fuckin’ freak? I bet you get off on that shit anyway...
#you wanna make out or what#i'll spit in your fucking mouth#come at me#mattorganasolo#matt the radar technician rp#MATT x MATT
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This one crossed my dash today and I was wondering if Greg was still looking for a sweetheart of his own?
https://babyanimalgifs.tumblr.com/post/616216246363553792/photos-via-cameronschinchillas
Please give him a kiss and a cuddle for me in any case 😘 -M
LOOK BACK AT IT. Oh she’s a thick girl, huh?
Greg’s looking, and Greg’s liking. Can you give her his number?
Your kisses and cuddles will be delivered. Greg loves the fans.
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You can have all the tastes you want 🥰 Call it a celebration for a successful campaign. And no need to kick any specific asses, just the general concept of working retail. My feet hurt from all that standing 😣 ~🍉
Retail must fucking blow. Big props to you. I mean, I think I work with a bunch of fuckin’ idiots at Starkiller but that’s nothing compared to, like, customers. Yikes.
Your feet hurt? I should probably get you on your back ASAP then, huh?
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Okay. I’m waiting outside now. -Caitie
Matt opens the door to find you waiting outside, hands toying with the hem of your shirt.
“You forgot the mozzarella sticks,” Matt grins. “You that eager to ride my dick?”
You shrug nonchalantly, cocking an eyebrow.
“C’mon, let’s go to the couch and you can make good on all that shit you were talking,” he smiles.
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suck my dick, nerd
What are you gonna do, choke me, you fuckin’ freak? I bet you get off on that shit anyway...
#don't make me sick my chinchilla on you#mattorganasolo#matt the radar technician rp#MATT x MATT#stranglermatt
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Matt! I had a dream about you last night! You tied me up in bed (with my consent), fingered me for hours, always bringing me just on the brink of orgasm, before pulling back. Finally, you untied me and then just as you were about to put your dick in me, I woke up! Now I'm super horny and frustrated! 😢
Sounds like my kinda dream. Did your hands go fuckin’ numb in those restraints? Did you like the way my fingers felt in that tight little pussy?
Did you wake up wet for me? Tell me the truth, muffin.
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Can I sit on your lap and ride your thigh? I promise i'll be quiet 🥺
You wanna rub one out on my leg? Fuckin’ be my guest. I got a nice hard cock for you when you’re done, too.
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Daddyyyyyyy I have a few questions 1) can I be 🍉 anon? 2) how are you/how's your day? and 3) can I have some snuggles pls? The world kinda kicked my ass yesterday and I need 'em. Muah 💋
Watermelon anon, huh? You juicy? Can I have a taste?
I’m good. I played a pretty fuckin’ intense DnD campaign this weekend and am just kinda coming out of my cave. The squad came out on top.
You had a shit day? Who’s ass do I need to kick? ‘Course you can have some cuddles. Get the fuck over here.
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Oh suuuuuure you will. I’m so scared of big bad Matty. -Caitie
Why don’t you come over and we can see just how brave you are?
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Matt takes a step forward, backing you against the kitchen counter.
Grabbing a handful of hair at the nape of your neck, he pulls your head back, tilting your face up toward his. Your lips part as your breathing grows sharp, pupils dilating to black orbs.
“Not once,” he says, lower teeth bared, leaning in close. He nips at the swell of your lower lip, hips pressed against yours.
“Sup, losers,” Randy says, sidling into the kitchen in search of snacks.
Matts nostrils flare and his eyes grow narrow as he releases his grip on you. He quickly sidesteps to the fridge and plucks out another beer, glaring at Randy as he turns around.
“Sup, little bro,” Matt glowers.
“I’m fucking five minutes younger than you!” Randy huffs, hugging the bowl of tortilla chips tightly.
“Yeah, and it shows.”
“So whatcha two doing?” Randy asks, plucking a chip from the bowl and munching loudly.
You see Matt’s eye twitch. “Randy...”
“Drunk snacks!” you chime happily, eager to break the tension wondering if you should keep a squirt bottle on hand to break up fights. “How’s Clue going, Randy?”
“Oh, shit, it’s probably my turn!”
“I bet it is,” Matt hisses.
You stifle a snicker as Randy leaves the kitchen, turning to Matt, who is visibly a darker shade of red.
“What is with you two?!” you laugh.
“Besides him being my little brother?”
“Ah, yes, a mortal offense,” you say.
“He killed my Tamagotchi when I went to space camp.”
“Like... Recently?”
“No,” he shakes his head incredulously. “I was, like, twelve.”
“And you’re still mad?” You raise your eyebrows.
“I’m not not mad.”
“Understood,” you nod solemnly.
“He’s okay though. I love him and that shit, obviously.”
“And that shit,” you snort. “I like you, Matt.”
“I like you, too, Dragon Girl,” he says, rounding on you.
Matt kept mostly to himself at work. Only speaking to a select few people that he seemed to deem worthy of putting in the effort to interact with, he responded to most other people that approached him with an eye roll and as snarky a response as he could manage.
Thankfully, it seemed that I had been deemed one of the worthy. He'd been a little warmer toward me ever since the afternoon we spent an entire lunch hour debating whether including an actual dragon fight in a short campaign is really worth the effort. After a few days of pretending that I didn't exist, he started nodding at me in the hall. Once last week, I could have sworn that he smiled when I asked him how Greg was doing.
On Friday morning, Matt stood in front of the break room refrigerator. "Hey Matty?" I asked, a little more chipper than usual, even for me. "Can I get in there, or are you still looking for the hidden doorway to Narnia?"
There’s not much to smile about on Starkiller Base. It’s really not my fault most of my coworkers are total jerkfaces or idiots.
What? Am I supposed to be Mr. Congeniality or some shit? Come on. I go to work, cranks some wrenches, gets shredded at the gym, then I get to go home to Greg, play some video games, and crank one off. Why overcomplicate things?
However, one coworker had caught my attention. A fair maiden. Dragon Girl. She was mouthing off some crazy shit about D&D in the lunchroom and she had totally bangin’ tits. Even asked about Greg. She seemed legit.
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“Narnia?” Matt whips his head around. “No,” he snarls. “I’m looking for my fuckin’ GoGurt. Some fucking fuck keeps stealing it.”
“I’m terribly sorry for your loss?” you say, uncertain why a tube of shitty children’s yogurt would be such a hot commodity.
“Thanks,” Matt barks. “It was one of the blue and purple swirly ones, too. Total horseshit.” He takes a breath, loosening his scowl. “Anyway. Sup, Dragon Girl.”
“Sup,” you laugh. “You know, if you really want your GoGurt, we could always just... go to the store and grab some?”
“Yeah?”
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I’d like to say I’m pretty patient Matt. How long until you’re bucking your hips up into me all desperate and needy? -Caitie
You sure like to talk a lot of shit, huh? I’ll finish my game when I fucking finish, then I think I better spank that little cunt till your attitude improves.
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How was Mother’s Day?
I got Leia some daisies and promised her I’d try to say “fuck” less.
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“Uhhhh... You got any Mountain Dew?” he hollers.
You purse your lips. “No,” you laugh back.
“Okay then beer’s fine.”
Smiling, you pluck two cold bottles from the fridge and return to the living room. His forehead creases deeply as he deals out the cards, expression serious.
“Here,” you say, setting down the beer. “So, Mountain Dew, huh?”
“Helps me focus,” he says, straightening the deck. “And it’s a good mixer for vodka.”
“Somehow... I don’t believe you,” you giggle.
“More for me,” he shrugs. “Alright, Dragon Girl. Let’s fuckin’ go.”
You meet his gaze. “Let’s fuckin’ go.”
You slam down card after card, inching closer and closer to the edge of your seat. Matt responds in turn.
“Eat shit, Matt,” you grin, slapping down a ‘Draw 2.’
“I will END you,” he seethes, drawing from the pile and promptly playing a ‘Skip’ card.
He looms close over the coffee table as he makes his next move; you examine the dotting of freckles and moles on his face, noticing how plump his lips are.
A feeling of boldness rushes through you when you consider your play.
You toss your choice on the pile.
“Wild card,” you say, grabbing Matt by the hair and yanking him in for a kiss.
He’s shocked at first, mouth clumsy against yours—but when your tongue swipes against his lips, he opens deeply, devouring you as you devour him right back. His hands come to your face, squeezing at your cheeks roughly as his tongue works against yours.
And then your fucking doorbell rings.
Matt kept mostly to himself at work. Only speaking to a select few people that he seemed to deem worthy of putting in the effort to interact with, he responded to most other people that approached him with an eye roll and as snarky a response as he could manage.
Thankfully, it seemed that I had been deemed one of the worthy. He'd been a little warmer toward me ever since the afternoon we spent an entire lunch hour debating whether including an actual dragon fight in a short campaign is really worth the effort. After a few days of pretending that I didn't exist, he started nodding at me in the hall. Once last week, I could have sworn that he smiled when I asked him how Greg was doing.
On Friday morning, Matt stood in front of the break room refrigerator. "Hey Matty?" I asked, a little more chipper than usual, even for me. "Can I get in there, or are you still looking for the hidden doorway to Narnia?"
There’s not much to smile about on Starkiller Base. It’s really not my fault most of my coworkers are total jerkfaces or idiots.
What? Am I supposed to be Mr. Congeniality or some shit? Come on. I go to work, cranks some wrenches, gets shredded at the gym, then I get to go home to Greg, play some video games, and crank one off. Why overcomplicate things?
However, one coworker had caught my attention. A fair maiden. Dragon Girl. She was mouthing off some crazy shit about D&D in the lunchroom and she had totally bangin’ tits. Even asked about Greg. She seemed legit.
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“Narnia?” Matt whips his head around. “No,” he snarls. “I’m looking for my fuckin’ GoGurt. Some fucking fuck keeps stealing it.”
“I’m terribly sorry for your loss?” you say, uncertain why a tube of shitty children’s yogurt would be such a hot commodity.
“Thanks,” Matt barks. “It was one of the blue and purple swirly ones, too. Total horseshit.” He takes a breath, loosening his scowl. “Anyway. Sup, Dragon Girl.”
“Sup,” you laugh. “You know, if you really want your GoGurt, we could always just... go to the store and grab some?”
“Yeah?”
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Oh I’ll stay still all right. The question is can you? Because I totally plan on clenching around you and kissing on your neck. Might make it just a biiiit difficult Matt. -Caitie
You call squeezing on my dick staying still? I fuckin’ knew you couldn’t manage. You can’t resist that shit. I can concentrate, but how long can you handle it till you need to ride me like the little cockslut you are?
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