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awh stop it sweetheart, you're making me blush.

hottest thing a person can do is say/call me “yes ma’am,” “mama(s),” “ma,” etc 👅👅👅 @celestl4lore

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I am SO deeply sad tonight WAHHHH 😰screaming, crying, throwing up. Where is softdaddy! Matt to scoop me up in his arms on the couch when I FUCKING need him?!?!? 😫😫😫

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i luv this clip sm he's soso babyyy 🥲💖🤏🏻🤏🏻🪽 .

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babiesssss :((!!!!!

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OMG YOU'RE SO RIGHT —

THEY ARE LITERALLY BOTH THE PERFECT HEIGHT FOR A COUNTER SEX

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TENSION - M.S.

warnings: smut, semi-public unprotected sex (don't do that), suggestive language, tension, enemies

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you hated matt.

not in the casual, harmless way you might hate someone’s bad taste in music or the way they chewed their gum—no, this was real, tangible hate. the kind that settled deep in your chest every time he spoke with that smug, too-smooth tone of his. the kind that flared every time he walked into a room like he owned it. and the worst part?

you had to work with him.

same department, same floor, same meetings, same deadlines. a daily torment. your boss had paired you up six months ago under the idiotic belief that “tension breeds innovation.” maybe it did. you were both top performers—but that didn’t mean you had to like each other.

and now here you were. 10:03 PM. just the two of you left in the office.

the soft buzz of the overhead lights mixed with the hum of the air conditioning. the city outside glowed with neon and noise, but up here, it was quiet. the kind of quiet that made your skin prickle.

matt sat across the conference table from you, brow furrowed as he scrolled through the deck you’d spent all day arguing over. his tie was loose, sleeves rolled up, the top button undone. you hated that your eyes lingered.

“slide six still looks like shit,” he said, not looking up.

you exhaled through your nose. “maybe that’s because you keep insisting on using comic sans.”

he smirked. “it’s helvetica.”

“it’s criminal,” you muttered, standing to cross the room, grabbing a stale cookie from the break table.

he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “you always get snippy when you’re wrong.”

you turned slowly, eyeing him. “and you always get smug when you’re insecure.”

the silence that followed was heavy. familiar.

matt’s jaw clenched slightly. you noticed—and hated that you noticed. you hated how the light hit his cheekbones, how his shirt pulled slightly at the shoulders when he stretched.

“what are we even doing?” you said finally, gesturing at the mess of notes and glowing laptops. “it’s ten at night, we’re exhausted, and you’re just… pissing me off for fun at this point.”

he stood.

not fast. not threatening. but deliberate. the air shifted.

“i think we’re both doing the same thing,” he said, voice low. “trying not to say what we actually want to say.”

your throat went dry. “which is?”

he stepped closer. “that maybe we don’t just hate each other.”

your breath caught.

you should’ve pushed him away. should’ve told him to shut up, get out, grow up. but you didn’t move. your heartbeat was loud in your ears, your palms warm at your sides.

“say it,” you whispered.

he didn’t.

he kissed you.

it wasn’t soft. it wasn’t sweet. it was months—maybe years—of sharp words, accidental touches, loaded glances finally exploding.

you stumbled backward until your spine hit the wall. his hands gripped your waist like he didn’t trust this to be real—like he thought you might disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough. you kissed him back just as fiercely, nails dragging over the back of his neck, gasping against his lips as he pressed against you, all heat and tension and frustration finally unleashed.

“still hate me?” he asked, mouth brushing your jaw, voice ragged.

“more than ever,” you breathed, tugging at the buttons of his shirt.

the table was too far. the desk was closer. he turned you, guiding you toward it, papers and pens scattering to the floor as he lifted you onto the surface, stepping between your legs like he belonged there. like he always had.

you pulled him in again, your legs wrapping around his waist as your mouths collided—biting, tasting, claiming. his hands moved with purpose, and so did yours. there was nothing delicate about it, nothing cautious—just need, raw and real.

clothes came off in urgent pieces. hands roamed. bodies met.

you clung to him like you were still trying to win, like this was another round in the endless fight between you—except now it had a rhythm, a heat, a friction that made everything else fade out.

he pressed into you, and you exhaled his name like you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

the desk creaked under you. your breathing quickened. his lips were on your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone—and your fingers found his back, dug in, pulled him closer.

he moved inside you with a kind of urgency that bordered on reckless, like he was trying to erase every argument you’d ever had, every look you’d thrown his way. each thrust was sharp and deliberate, sending small shudders through your body as your hands gripped the edge of the desk behind you.

your forehead dropped to his shoulder, your breath hot against his skin. he hissed your name through gritted teeth, like it slipped out before he could catch it.

his grip on your hips tightened, dragging you toward him with each movement, your bodies crashing together again and again, harder, faster, until the rhythm turned ragged and breathless. you bit back a moan, your head tilting back, and he chased the sound with his mouth, kissing you again, messier this time—open-mouthed, panting, desperate.

you gasped as you came, your fingers locking around his shoulders, body arching against his. he wasn’t far behind, groaning into your neck, his movements faltering until he finally stilled, holding you like he wasn’t sure he was ready to let go.

there were no words after that.

you just stared at each other.

and for the first time, neither of you had anything clever to say.

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- i’m sorry, i’m on vacation, but I’ll try to be active

- wrapped with love, karla ᢉ𐭩

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LMFAO he’s so tired of yall😭

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17yo Chris😫

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★ DRY HUMPING MATT

VOLUME 01 / ISSUE 01 ✶⋆.˚ JULY 2025 COVER STORY / FEATURING: MATT STURNIOLO

CW ☆ DRY HUMPING. DIRTY TALK. NIPPLE PLAY. TEASING. KISSING. PRAISE.

you don’t even remember how it started. the movie was playing, you were half in his lap, laughing at something he said, your thighs slotted around his hips like it was the most natural thing in the world. it was supposed to be innocent, hanging out, maybe a few kisses here and there, but the second your hips shifted just slightly against him, everything changed.

you feel him tense beneath you, the warmth of his hands gripping your waist a little tighter, like he’s trying to stop you before it starts. “don’t do that,” matt mutters, voice low, already sounding wrecked. “do what?” you ask innocently, even as you tilt your hips again. slow. testing. teasing. he sucks in a breath through his teeth when the seam of your shorts drags across the bulge in his sweats. he’s already hard, you can feel it now, thick and pulsing right under you. it makes you dizzy.

“you know exactly what you’re doing,” he says, eyes dark, hands still firm on your hips like he’s seconds away from snapping.

you bite your lip and shift again, letting out a soft, shaky breath as the friction hits you just right. it’s not enough. not even close. but it sends a flicker of heat up your spine. “you’re the one letting me sit here,” you whisper, fingers trailing up the back of his neck, tangling in his hair.

he grabs your face suddenly, firm but not rough, tilting your chin so your eyes meet his. “say the word,” he breathes. “say the word and i’ll stop.” you stare at him, heart hammering. “don’t.”

he exhales hard through his nose, head tipping back like he’s trying to keep control. “fuck,” he growls, and that’s all the warning you get before he’s gripping your hips and grinding you down against him, slow and deep.

the friction makes your whole body jolt. the pressure of his hard cock rubbing against your soaked core through all those thin layers of fabric is enough to make you whimper.

“oh my god—” you breathe, holding onto his shoulders for balance as he starts rocking your hips against his. “feel that?” he murmurs, voice raspier now. “feel how hard you’ve got me? fuck, baby, you’re soaked. you’re fucking drenching me.”

you nod, eyes fluttering shut, biting your bottom lip to keep from moaning. your hips move on their own now, grinding down into him with slow, desperate rolls that make your thighs tremble.

“that’s it,” he says, guiding you. “ride it. take what you need.”

your shorts are sticking to you now, soaked through, every tiny bit of friction sending another shock through your body. it’s messy, needy, clothes on, skin burning hot, and he feels so fucking big under you, pressing into you with every grind.

his hands are everywhere. gripping your hips, sliding under your shirt to grab at your waist, then moving up to squeeze your tits through your bra. he palms you roughly, rolling your nipples under the fabric until you’re panting.

“matt,” you gasp, hips stuttering. “it’s too much—”

“nah,” he growls. “not yet.”

he leans forward and captures your mouth in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, all tongue and desperation. your teeth clash, your moans spill into his mouth, and he swallows every one. your hips grind faster, harder, chasing that sharp edge of pleasure that keeps threatening to swallow you whole.

his cock rubs right against your clit with every movement, and your whole body starts shaking.

“gonna cum just like this?” he pants against your lips. “gonna soak through your little fucking shorts for me?” you nod frantically, eyes wide and teary, thighs squeezing around him.

“good girl,” he growls, grabbing your ass and rolling you down harder. “fucking make a mess. let me feel it.” you fall apart with a broken sob, head falling against his shoulder as you come hard, hips grinding and stuttering against his cock. it’s too much, too sharp, too filthy, and it drags on way too long. he doesn’t stop. his hands tighten, dragging you over him again, again, again, while you’re still trembling, still whimpering from how sensitive you are.

“that’s it,” he mutters. “fuckin’ take it.”

you’re gasping, breathless, nails digging into his shoulders like you’re trying to ground yourself. your whole body feels too hot, sticky with sweat, your panties soaked and clinging to your core.

and he’s still hard.

you look down at him, dazed, lips swollen, thighs still trembling. “matt…” you whisper. “you didn’t—”

“don’t worry about me,” he says, voice low and dark. “you think i’m done with you?”

he lifts you effortlessly, flips you onto your back in one motion, and settles between your thighs, eyes hungry as he pulls your ruined shorts down slowly.

“this was just round one.”

© voguematt ✷ fiction meets fashion

GUEST LIST / @bernardsbendystraws @sturnspup

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ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ, ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ

ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“look to the right chris…” y/n mumbles quietly, eyes glued to the small digital camera in hand as she took his instagram pictures.

but chris, he just huffed in annoyance. taking his cap off to adjust his hair that he wasn’t quite used to yet before tucking it back under.

she frowns and slowly lowers the camera as her eyes scan across his features. “babe? you alright?” she moves closer.

he runs his hand over his face, “this fuckin’ hair. i-i dont know if i even like it.” he mutters, looking her in the eyes.

but y/n wasn’t having it. she instantly rushes over to stand infront of him as her eyes took over his sulking expression. “babe… i told you it looks so good on you, whats making you get in your head? hm?”

she then reaches up with a gentle smile plastered on her lips, twirling the soft strands that stuck out the cap on the sides of his head.

he sighs in frustration, but he couldn’t help the smile that curled on the corners of his lips as his eyes met hers. “its just… different. y’know?” he shrugs, his hands now resting on her bare hips and slowly stroking the soft skin.

she laughs, small and genuine. “chris hun, i understand its different and your not used to it… but i promise it looks amazing on you, my love.” she pecks his cheek so softly that it tickles.

“alright alright ma, i get it!” laughter bubbles up in his chest as he tries to escape her attack of kisses. he then quickly turns his head to capture her lips in a fast and heated kiss.

“mm-thats enough buddy, lets get these photos yeah?” she teasingly pulled away with his bottom lip between her teeth and playful glint in her eyes, watching it bounce back as she let go.

he shaked his head in disbelief, face flushed and all hot. “tease.” he muttered, adjusting himself in his pants after scanning around the area for any by-standers.

she walked back to her spot on the pavement, squinting with one eye and holding the camera vertically as chris poses dramatically once more, earning a laugh behind the camera from her.

“smile, handsome.”

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[say please]

“so are you gonna stand there or are you gonna fuck me, matt? which one is it?” you laid down in his bed, legs bent, pussy on display, but he wouldn’t move a muscle, just watching you closely like you’re gonna beat him up or something.

“you keep on forgetting one word,” matt said, “and to think that i’m rewarding you when you’ve been bratty all day.”

“what are you talking about?” you asked, seriously not getting the hint by now. matt hovered above you, elbows besides your head as he huffed, sighing in disappointment.

“you gotta say please, baby,” said matt, his hand getting lower and lower until it was hovering over you sopping hole. “why aren’t you saying please? you think i’m gonna reward you when you’re not respecting me?”

you moaned, looking him right in those blue eyes. your face contorted when he finally slide his middle and ring finger in you, your toes curling at the sensation.

“that feels good, yea?” matt said, biting his lip at how wet you are. “say please for more.”

“please..”

matt moved a little faster, still not the pace you wanted, but this was good too. “say it again, baby.” he quicken his pace, almost the same pace that you loved.

“please..”

matt grinned as he finally found that pace you loved. you moaned throwing your head back w pleasure. that made matt’s heart swell w pride, knowing he is the only one who can make you feel this way. he kept that pace, enjoying watching you come undone. finally you were getting close and matt knew that look on your face.

“‘m gonna cum!” you exclaimed, fingers digging in his back.

“say please.” matt insisted. his arm was staying steady as his arm was feeling a little tired. but he wanted to see that look on your face. and you gave him that look.

“please, matty, lemme cum!” you exclaimed. and he did, calling you pet names and softly letting you come from your high. matt picked himself up, pulling his sweats down.

“you’re gonna be saying please all night, baby girl.” matt said, lining himself to your hole.

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matt being patient when you struggle to speak ✩‧₊˚

speaking is hard, this is for those who also struggle with speech or language! <3

⚠︎ english is not my first language, although i am mostly fluent, i still make mistakes. please be nice <3

you’re curled up on matt’s lap with a fuzzy blanket laying over the both of you, matt is rubbing your back and kissing your hair occasionally as you ramble about your day.

he stays quiet and listens with a small smile, happy that you’re enthusiastic about what you did.

“and- and then,” you take a breath, “and then… i went- shit i can’t do this…” you sigh and slump against him, resting your head against his chest.

“it’s okay… you got it. you were nearly there, honey…” he tells you softly, tilting his head to look at your face, only for you to turn away and bury your face in his chest.

“baby… you got it… try and start again…” he reassures you, his hand stroking your hair. you lift your head up and take a breath, saying the sentence in your head so that you don’t mess it up again.

“and then i went… to walmart- and i bought some chips…” you mumble, finally feeling a little better since you said it correctly.

“atta girl…” he smiles and nuzzles his face into your neck, giving you a few soft kisses before moving to your cheek, pressing some more to your cheeks and forehead. “see, you can do it… you just gotta take your time…” he praises you with a bright smile, giving you a small squeeze.

~ ೀ dollybunss ~ written with love ₊˚⊹

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scissoring. tribbing. clit to clit. sweaty, interlocked legs. mutual pleasure. mutual neediness for more. feeling how wet you’re making each other and using it to get off. that’s it. that’s the tweet.

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is it just me or did chris’s voice get oddly sexy when he said “the taco bell”

like it was deeper and so hot omfg

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HEHEHEHE 🤭

beared matt makes me wet😛

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i LOVE your theme and your music taste is chefs kiss!!! 💋

AHHHH THANK YOU HONEY I APPRECIATE IT!!!

HOW ARE YOU? HOW WAS YOUR DAY?

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and it’s wayyy easier to interact with ppl online than it is in person, it’s so easy to just like what u see and draw ur own pattern of connection. But body language? That matters a lot. A whole lot. I don’t ever wanna undermine that again. I’m okay where I’m at and we give thanks, I love my corner, pls leave me be.