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I’d inhale that dick

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And if I said a couple of friends and I were working on a major collab fic with the Triplets, Sam and Colby, Haunted Nights, and YouTube based on the 3 of us, what would you guys say abt that.... would you want to read it??

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If anybody wants some inspo for older guitar player/singer Chris Sturniolo for like, what he would look like, I present to you, Dan English, the guitarist for the band Porches, who are currently on tour with Wallows. My best friend and I went to a concert and she clocked it so fucking fast, and this pic of Chris was just too perfect of a comparison to not share

tagging my favorite fic writers so people can see and agree with me 💀 @sweetshuga @ariestrxsh @bernardsbendystraws @y3sterdaysproblem @whor3ing @zenithsturniolo

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like, legit feels like my childhood all over again lmao. I totally understand it though, not even upset truly. some of the fans need to realize they're still human

I feel like that kid who gets in trouble because their sibling did something and the parents decide to punish all the kids in hopes of said kids "learning a lesson"

yessss omfg 😭😭😭 perfect description

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⇢ 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐘, 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄

⚸ audio dacryphilia, pussy slapping, praise, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms

you’re half on his lap, half draped sideways across the couch, legs tangled up with his, one of his hands resting on your bare thigh. it’s late. the tv’s on but you’re not watching. you’re distracted by chris. he’s got that look again.

his fingers trail higher, slow. knuckles brushing under your shorts, just barely. not doing anything yet, just there, making you squirm, like he’s daring you to call him out.

“you’re quiet,” chris murmurs, barely glancing at you. “that little attitude finally wear off?”

you roll your eyes, shifting your leg, trying to ignore the way your whole body reacts to the way he touches you without really touching you. “you’re annoying.”

he grins, not even pretending to be offended. “and you’re soaked.”

you blink. “i’m not.”

he just turns his head, meets your eyes like he knows something you don’t. “bet if i slid my fingers in right now, they’d go in easy.”

your breath stutters. yeah. okay.

you shoot him a glare, weak and shaky. he just raises his eyebrows, leans in close enough that his mouth brushes the shell of your ear.

“you want me to prove it?”

you don’t answer, but your legs shift open a little on their own.

he chuckles under his breath, hand slipping higher. “yeah. that’s what i thought.”

next thing you know, he’s pulling your shorts down with one hand, not breaking eye contact. your panties go with them, and the second you’re exposed, he hums low like he expected this.

“fuckin’ knew it,” he says, thumb dragging along your inner thigh. “you’re dripping. from what, just me talkin’ to you?”

you cover your face with your hands. “shut up.”

he grabs your wrists, gently pulls your hands away. “nah. you wanna act like that, you gotta watch what i do to you.”

then he’s moving, sinking to his knees on the floor in front of you, nudging your legs up over his shoulders, mouth already brushing between your thighs like it’s instinct.

he doesn’t start soft. chris licks you like he’s been thinking about it all day— long, wet strokes of his tongue, no teasing. moaning against your soaking pussy like he can’t help it. one hand pressing your hips down, the other sliding between your legs like he already knows where you need it.

“so fucking warm,” he mutters, licking messily at your clit. “so wet for me already. you get like this every time i talk shit?”

you try to answer, but he slips two fingers inside you and your mind goes blank. your back arches, a whimper slipping out. his mouth never stops, tongue flicking fast, lips sucking, eyes flicking up every few seconds to watch you fall apart.

“that’s it,” he breathes. “good girl. let me see it.”

you can feel how wet you are—hear it, every time his fingers fuck into you, your body sucking him in so easily. he starts curling them, brushing that spot that makes your thighs shake, and you choke on a moan.

“oh my god— chris—”

he grins, messy and smug. “there she is.”

he slaps your pussy, quick and sharp, and you gasp, hips jerking.

“too much?”

you shake your head so fast it’s barely coherent.

“didn’t think so.”

he does it again— slap, then soothe, tongue flicking soft right after like a reward. your legs are already starting to shake and he’s not even close to done.

“you close?” he asks, licking you slow now, dragging his tongue flat across your clit. “yeah, you are. feel it.”

you nod, breathless. too gone to form words. you feel the heat building in your gut, that ache, that pressure.

he groans, eyes locked on your face. “then look at me when you cum. c’mon. look at me.”

you do, barely. and then you’re unraveling. your body jerks, thighs shaking, moans breaking and raw as you come on his tongue. and he just moans with you, doesn’t stop, keeps his fingers moving inside you while he licks you through it.

but it’s too much. you flinch, trying to close your legs, and he grabs your hips, pulls you back down.

“nah, baby. keep those pretty legs open.”

“chris—” your voice cracks.

“shhh. i got you. you can give me another. be good for me, yeah?”

you nod through the tears already stinging your eyes, chest heaving.

and he fucking smiles.

he slides his fingers out, just to slap your pussy again, wet and loud, and your whole body jolts.

“fuck, look at you,” he whispers, voice ragged now. “shaking already. crying, baby? you crying for me?”

you try to cover your face again but he grabs your hands and pins them to your stomach, his mouth back on your clit, tongue soft and slow now, cruel.

“don’t hide. i wanna see.”

he eats you out like he means it, like he’s addicted to the way you taste, the way you squirm, the way you sob for him. your thighs tremble, breath hitching, tears slipping down your cheeks now as he pushes you higher and higher all over again.

and when you come the second time, loud, messy, and too damn much, he laughs into your cunt like he’s proud.

“atta girl,” he groans. “fuckin’ wrecked and still so goddamn pretty.”

you’re twitching, legs kicking, trying to pull away now. and he finally, finally gives you a break, dragging his mouth off you with a loud, obscene kiss, face shiny, lips swollen.

he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. “you good?”

you blink up at him, dazed, eyes glassy. he chuckles, crawls back up onto the couch and pulls you into his lap like nothing happened, arms wrapping around your body as your breathing slows.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute when you cry,” he whispers, kissing your temple. “next time i’ll make you cum three times.”

a/n:

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Hey God, it's me, Ophelia, I just have one request. Eiffel Tower, one time, God please, I'll never ask for anything ever again. 🙏 😢 10 minutes and a hair tie. I'm (s)creaming

twins

oh chrattvibe is vibing rn

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— ᥫ᭡ rules . . . matt sturniolo

where . . . matt wants to treat you to one of your favorite pastimes; shopping. but when you show him the cutest lingerie set, he can't wait a moment before getting you into a changing room and showing you just how much he likes it

contains . . . smut, public sex, unprotected p in v, praising, slight mirror sex, sugar daddy!matt, sugar baby!reader, non-mentioned age gap, fluff at the end

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #3

Three hours. Three whole hours the two of you had spent shopping. That's it.

Well, to be fair, it was the beginning of summer, a need for new outfits and bathing suits, and as much as you loved shopping, Matt loved spending his money on you, showering you in anything you wanted. A shopping spree was the perfect date for today.

You'd already browsed swimwear along with dresses, getting yourself a few bikinis that already had Matt adjusting himself in his pants just thinking about you flaunting your tanned little body in them near his pool and fucking you before even letting you touch the water.

And even after saying you were good for the day, you just couldn't help yourself the moment you saw a lingerie story, dragging Matt into it with you like you had with all the others, making him hold your bags and any clothes you'd spotted on the way to go try them on.

"Oh my gosh! Matt! Look at how cute this one is!" You practically squealed, holding up a gorgeous baby blue lingerie set against your chest, the lace designs so beautifully intricate, you couldn't help but feel bad knowing Matt would tear it off of you within seconds if you actually got it.

His eyes looked up from his phone with a raised eyebrow, before they widened, a soft whistle leaving his lips as he stepped closer and brought a hand out to gently touch the set, the fabric so soft between his fingertips. "Shit, angel... That's fuckin' gorgeous," He breathed out, biting his bottom lip at the already forming thoughts of you wearing it.

"I think it'd look amazing with the sundress, don'tcha think?" You asked him with a giddy smile on your lips, and just those words had him nearly busting in his goddamn jeans like a hormonal teenager.

Changing room. He needed to find you a changing room now.

It didn't take long for that to happen, and it didn't take any longer for Matt to make sure the coast was clear before sneaking into the changing room with you, closing and locking the door the moment he stepped in.

You giggled as he snuck in, watching as he sat down as if an audience here to watch you, and as he encouraged you to start trying on your outfits, you didn't waste a second more before stripping out of your clothes.

You picked up the lingerie set, smiling at yourself through the mirror, before putting it on, the baby blue fabric looking absolutely delicious on your delicate skin, as if a meal prepared just for Matt to sink his teeth into. Then, you'd grabbed the sundress you'd had in one of the bags from one of the previous stores you'd been through earlier, slipping into the white, flowery fabric, the spaghetti straps showing off your shoulders and collarbone flawlessly.

"God I love this dress, I'm so happy we got it," You smiled as you twirled in it, watching the flowy skirt spin in front of the mirror, but as Matt's eyes stayed on you, he couldn't help the way pure and utter desire coursed through his body, fueling the tent in his pants that twitched and throbbed.

“There's a little thing I wanted to check out, angel,” He cooed before stepping up from his seat, a surprised squeak leaving your lips as his hands gripped at your hips through the sundress, his touch sending shivers up your spine as you leaned forward into the wall, your hands coming up to hold yourself against it.

“Matt…” You whimpered out, biting your soft, glossy lip as his hands slid to then grip your ass, before they slid down the backs of your thighs and tugged up the skirt of your sundress, lifting it up and over the panties of that lingerie set he’d gotten you to try on, which, thank fuckin’ god.

"Look so fuckin' pretty, making me get all worked up just watching you dress up for me," He purred in your ear, his hips slowly grinding against your plush ass. You whined softly at the action, looking back at him with pretty doe eyes and the cutest pout that had him nearly buckling at the knees.

"Gotta fuck this sweet pussy, angel, I can't help it," Matt groaned softly, a whimper leaving your lips at the loss of his hands on you, but the sound of his belt and zipper coming undone made up for that, making your panties soaked from excitement and slight anxiousness due to where you two were.

"Matt, we can't, we're in public. What if we get caught?" You protested, your tone holding hardly any true worry about if the two of you got caught or not.

"Then I guess you just have to be quiet, baby," Matt whispered into your ear from behind, nipping at your earlobe to make you shiver, and as you felt his fingers hook into the band of your panties before pulling them down, all of your words fell flat as if you'd never said them.

You shuddered at the air against your sopping entrance, before you felt Matt's fingers slowly run through your folds, gathering your juices on his fingertips before bringing them up to his lips, licking them clean with a soft, needy moan.

"Y' always taste so fuckin' good, angel. Making me addicted to this pussy," He chuckled, gripping at his thick, leaking cock whilst his other hand gripped your hip. He held you steady as he dragged his tip through your folds in a similar motion, mixing your leaking juices together before the head of his cock notched at your entrance, gently pushing in and earning a breathy moan from both of you.

"Fuuck, baby–" Matt groaned out as he slowly sheathed himself inside of you, holding himself back from cumming right on the spot at how warm and wet your sweet cunt felt around his thick cock, the way your walls clenched around him as a needy little whine left your lips.

He slowly started rocking his hips, eyes screwed shut with his forehead pressed against your shoulder, his hands gripping your waist so tightly, he was sure there’d be bruising in the same place by tomorrow. Just the thought of it made his possessiveness over you flare up.

You felt as he slid one of his hands up underneath your dress whilst his other held onto your hip, his fingers teasing over your skin before he cupped one of your breasts, palming it through the thin fabric of the lingerie bra you had on. His breathing was becoming harder against your skin, feeling as his teeth grazed your neck before biting at a sensitive spot that had you moaning out.

"M-Matt-" But your cry was muffled as quickly as it came out, his other hand now cupped over your mouth to keep you quiet, your head turning back to look at him with furrowed brows at the pleasure.

"What did I say, baby? You gotta follow the rules," He teased in your ear, his hips picking up speed as his hand slid back down from your breast to your hip, keeping you steady as your own hands clawed at the wall. "Be quiet."

Sloppy sounds emitted from your coupling, a noise you knew was probably almost as loud as your noises, but you willed yourself to believe it was hardly noticeable. You felt the way the tip of his cock reached deep inside you, making your thighs start to shake.

You turned your head to the side a bit, your eyes catching the mirror on the wall next to the two of you that you'd practically forgotten about. You watched the way Matt fucked you, nice and deep, his pace quickening and getting a little harder — a clear sign of his impending orgasm. The way your pretty sundress was raked up around your waist and your panties were down at your ankles.

You couldn't help the way you moaned loudly, albeit muffled by his palm, your eyes fluttering in ecstasy at the sight.

"Mmm– Mmff–" You whined behind Matt's hand, one of your hands moving from the wall to grip onto his arm, your legs starting to tremble as you felt that familiar burning sensation in your tummy, that pleasure building up more and more within you.

"Fuckin' shit– M' gonna cum, baby. You gonna cum with me?" He panted in your ear, grinning breathlessly at the way you frantically nodded you head, noticing your glossed over eyes and the way you were gripping onto him for dear life. "C'mon baby, give it to me. Give it to me, please, angel— Oh my god—"

Suddenly, you felt your orgasm hit you like a truck, your back arching beautifully, your nails digging into his skin and the wall, and your pussy gushing all over his cock. Your mind went fuzzy as you heard him groan before spilling his warm load into you, painting your walls with his seed as his hips rutted against you.

After a few more moments of riding out your highs and collecting as much as you could of yourselves, you felt as Matt released you mouth, before tugging your head towards him and capturing your lips in a passionate, deep kiss. The moment you parted, saliva connecting your lips before breaking, panting fell from both of you, chests rising and falling in near unison.

"So fuckin' pretty... prettiest little thing, even when your fucked out.." Matt murmured sweet nothings to you, making you weakly giggle as he peppered your cheeks and neck with kisses, anywhere he could press a kiss, he did.

"M' gonna buy you this, no ands, ifs, or buts," He explained, chuckling softly at your adorable giggles, his kisses brushing over your shoulders and the back of your neck. "Then we'll go get anything else you want. Anything, angel."

"M' done with shopping... wanna go home now..." You murmured back with a tired smile, clearly worn out not only from that amazing fuck, but also from the full day of shopping.

"Whatever you want, baby. We'll go home, get all cozy, and put on a movie. How's that sound?" He whispered softly into your ear, his voice so full of love and adoration for you.

"Do I get to pick the movie?" You asked with a little smile on your lips, earning a chuckle from Matt as he pecked your lips with a sweet kiss.

"Yeah, you can pick the movie, angel."

☆ : (they're actually so cute, wtf-) he totally had to pay the workers there for compensation. they were NOT quiet at all 😋 sorry if this one seemed a little rushed, I'm really exhausted from a 4 hour long grad party 😭 but I hope you guys enjoy!! <33

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Hey God, it's me, Ophelia

this is all i have to say

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Hey God, it's me, Ophelia

this is all i have to say

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NEED this man to slut me out like please daddy 😩 I’m waiting with open arms, and open legs, and an open mouth 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

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NEED NEED NEED NEED

The slight lip bite... The beard... The damned long hair and hat combo... Slutty behavior 😒

(This is giving Brat tamer!Matt lowkey like him looking at you in amusement as you give him attitude in public, knowing damn well what will happen when you get home.)

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need it

this is SO UNFAIRRR what do you mean i’m never gonna be able to sit on matt’s face like ever

and his hair is getting longer as well 😵‍💫 ride his face and tug on his hair and cum on his tongue and let it drip onto his beard…

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Deal,

..in which reader and chris make a pact to never be bored again

notes: silliness, bestfriends, sickening fluff, oblivious, cutesy, they both have crushes on each other lol, cuddles, underlying feelings.

You're currently on your bed, having exhausted everything you could to keep yourself entertained, but for some reason, tonight none of it's working.

You pick up your phone to click on the FaceTime app, dialing Chris's number.

"Hello?" You hear coming from you phone, the unmistakable rumble of Chris's voice causing your lips to turn up in a smile.

"Hey, what're ya doinnn'" You ask in a tone that almost has a childlike tease to it. You can hear him laugh through the speaker of your phone, and even with it not being the most clear, it still makes your heart jump a little.

"Just playin' fortnite, what else would I be doing on a Saturday night?" He responds in that smooth, quiet voice he always gets when he's tired.

"Well, I'm like super bored right now, sooo would you wanna come over and watch movies together?" You say with a nervous lilt to your voice, even though you both are bestfriends, you obviously don't want to bother him while he's doing something he wants to do.

"Course, watching movies with you beats getting a measly fortnite Royale anyways," He teases, and you can already see the fumble of the facetime camera as he gets up from his gaming chair and turns off his PC.

"I'll be there in ten, I better see snacks, and you wrapped in blankets when I get there." He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, and with a soft "Yeah, yeah," you hang up, a giddy feeling bubbling in your chest as you prepare for your movie marathon.

When he gets there, a permanent smile has already fought and crawled it's way onto your face. You're sitting on the couch, blankets piled around you and an array of snacks on the coffee table.

"I didn't expect you to listen to me," He snorts, setting down his keys with a thud. He then dramatically runs over to you, flopping on the couch like your body isn't right below him.

"Ow, Chris!" You exclaim, giggles spilling from your lips. You give him a playful glare as he settles on top of you, his head resting on your chest and his body in between your legs. Unbeknownst to you, his heart is pounding at the same speed as yours, the close proximity between the both of you making his head spin.

You settle comfortably with the blankets on top of you both, your fingers finding their way into his hair and twirling the soft brown locks in an almost reverent way.

He picks the movie, a stupid, childish Pixar flick that ends the night in giggles and childhood nostalgia, although your focus is mostly the boy cuddling on top of you. all you can see is the way his head rests against your chest and how your breathing is in sync, how his eyelashes flutter softly on his cheek like a dance.

The movie ends, and he looks up at you, his chin resting on your chest and almost making your heart melt with how absolutely adorable he looks.

"Hey, you know you can always call me, right?" He murmurs softly, his warm breath fanning over your face. Not in a gross way, but more like a comforting reminder of his presence.

"I mean it, for anything, even if you're just bored." He says with a light chuckle at the end, a sweet smile on his face, one that you were almost sure was going to make you burst one day.

"I know, I sometimes just don't like asking because I don't want to make you feel obligated to come over, you know?" You reply with a small smile of your own, your fingers still gently toying with the brown strands on his scalp.

"Let's make a deal," he says with a silly smile. "Let's never be bored again, if either of us is bored, or even just wants company, we call. Doesn't matter what time it is or what the other is doing." He holds his pinky up, looking at you like he knows you'll take it, and you do.

"Deal." You murmur quietly, and for the rest of the night, neither of you are bored or lonely. no matter how unproductive your time spent together is.

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✮ soph's notes: got this idea from a c.ai chat lol, btw requests are open! I'll do just about anything except smut (I'm just not comfortable trying that yet especially as a new writer lol)

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I’m bouncing on that shit

WOOOAAHHHHH WHO SAID THAT?!