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This is my view rn

(IM NOT DELUSIONAL 😠 STOP SAYING THAT 😭)

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▐ in which matt sturniolo has a breeding kink !

“g—god damn’…” he grunts, his hips snapping into yours — as he hovered over you — his pretty chain dangling in-front of your fucked out face. “takin’ it s’well baby…” he lets out strangled noises — trying to get as much pleasure as he could.

“you like takin’ it, baby?” he grunts, moving his angle to get as deep as possible. “m—matt-“ you choke out. he tries to let out a chuckle — but it fails, and escapes as a whimper. “baby—ah, shit..” his arms falter a bit as he feels his orgasm approaching.

matt was determined to breed you, why? you never knew. because he was very, very, into that stuff — but of course, you didn’t complain. it’s matt sturniolo after all. so here he is, rutting his hips into yours like a wild animal — chasing his orgasm.

“gonna give you a kid,” he mutters. “you’re gonna be the best mama, yeah?” he encourages. “—t…take it…” he grunts. his arms flexing as he holds himself up over you, his biceps rippling. “you wanna baby, hm?” he tilts his head as he looks down at your pretty face.

your cheeks are flushed, and tears of pleasure are streaming down your face — as your hands are placed on his chest. “mm—….i- s’too mu—ah…” you babble. matt bites back a smile. “gonna’ fill you up so good, huh, baby?” he coos.

you nod frantically, and his swollen lips crash onto yours. “god—mm, ah-“ his hips stutter, as he makes sure he’s as deep as possible. his balls pressed up against your drenched clit, as the warm — sticky ropes of cum shoot into your hole.

“f…f-fuckk,” he chokes out against your lips. he pulls out after a few seconds, his tip frantically rubbing your pussy — in attempts to get you to hit your orgasm too. and it works.

because after a few more frantic rubs, warm liquid gushes onto matt’s lower stomach — some even spilling onto the floor. his cum oozing out of your worn out hold. “look at that…” he whispers, “nice n’ stuffed…baby,” he coos.

his lips press against yours once again, as you pant and whimper softly, your legs quivering.

“jus’ how i like it.”

✦ . 　⁺ much love, savi !

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painter!matt and a reader,they were going together at the art school and classes but Matt became really good and the only time he had an inspiration to draw and paint was when he was with the reader. it was usually just the drawings of her and little sketches. she was suprised when she saw the room full of her portraits but then she became his muse 🙏🏽🤍

matt always said art was his outlet, a way to make sense of the world—something that brought him peace. he became really good overtime, surpassing you yourself. But the truth? he hadn’t felt inspired like his in years—until you had came along and showed your interest in him.

he didn’t mean to draw you at first. it just happened. a sketch on the corner of his notebook after you laughed at one of his stupid jokes, the curve of your smile taking shape beneath the lead of his pencil. a painting on an old canvas he’d abandoned months ago, your eyes somehow finding their way into every brushstroke.

before he knew it, his room became a gallery of you. charcoal sketches pinned to his wall, watercolors of your silhouette propped against the windowsill, oil paintings of your hands, your profile, the way you looked when the sunlight hit your hair just right. You were everywhere.

you’d never been in his room before—not having any reason to be. not until the day you wandered in, looking for him because you really needed his help on this project of yours. and you froze.

your eyes scanning the walls, seeing all these paintings and sketches of—you. you were taken aback, lips parting as you took in every single one.

“oh…” the word slipped out softly, and matt, who had been organizing his paints, quickly spun around—a panicked expression painted across his face.

“wait—i can explain,” he stammered, moving to block your view, but it was too late. your eyes had already scanned the walls, wide and stunned.

“matt…” your voice was quiet, reverent, as you stepped closer, fingers brushing over a sketch of you reading on the couch. “these are all… me?” you had never seen portraits so beautiful—and so, you.

he swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest. it felt as though his ribs might just break. “yeah,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “i didn’t mean for it to be weird or anything. i just… i don’t know. you’re the only thing that makes me want to create.” he muttered, face reddening as he spoke.

you turned to him, eyes soft, cheeks flushed. “i’m your muse?” you ask quietly, your mind still wrapping around this new found fact. matt chuckled nervously, his gaze dropping to the floor. “i guess you are.”

for a moment, you didn’t say anything. then you smiled, stepping closer until you were right in front of him. “i think that might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

he looked up, startled, only to find you grinning at him. matt realized his muse wasn’t just his inspiration—it was his reason— the reason as to why he still paints. why he enjoys it so much—because you’re someone he cares about. and now, you finally knew.

a/n : au pairing creds to @lockettesstage (go check her out cause her bunny!reader and fox!chris are my roman empire)

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝜗℘ㆍ nerd.ᐟmatt ☆ nerd.ᐟreader ，✿

"POPULAR, YOU'RE GONNA BE POPULAR," you'd sing when you were doing absolutely anything. it was no shock to anyone that you adore musicals, you're an absolute theatre fiend. since you were a little kid, it's been your form of escapism, being able to transform into a different person on stage instead of how sheepish you usually are. matt personally loved how confident you were infront of an audience and so passionately speaking the lines you'd worked so hard to perfect.

after the inarguable disaster that was the mean girls adaptation (you'd quite literally sobbed into his arms about how bad it was) you two were pretty sceptical about a wicked movie adaptation.

"you really like uh.." matt's watching you, as best as he can, anyway, considering the fact that he's driving the two of you towards the cinema. his eyes flutter back to the road, hand working over the wheel as he holds onto it. "uh.. what's her name, the woman who played glinda on broadway—" he drums his fingers against the wheel in thought.

you adored the original wicked on broadway, you'd practically learnt the entire score, and you were so serious when it came to elphaba and glinda. literally, you and your bestfriend had gone as them one time for halloween before it was trendy to do so—the 'og's, shall we say. you loved many musicals, but wicked would always have a soft spot in your heart. having gone to see it live, it was a memory you'd never forget.

you were like, the most qualified ever to judge whether a wicked movie adapation was actually as good as it should be.

well, matt thought you were, anyway. he held you in extremely high regard.

he doesn't even get to finish before you're interjecting, "kristin chenoweth!" causing a smile to spread across his lips. there you go again, so eager to talk about musicals. he only ever sees you this happy when you're talking about the things you like or when you're with him.

"kristin chenoweth," he agrees quietly, watching the way the gleam in your eyes twinkles as you speak. he's in awe, pure awe, at how perfect you are. he'll get better at voicing it, he's sure of it. he's just.. a little overwhelmed by how much he loves you.

"she's amazing, matt," you insist, adjusting the tote bag sat in your lap. nothing could describe the amount of energy you have right now, you're practically bouncing off the inside of the car with joy right now. this might be one of the best moments of your life if you're completely honest with yourself.

"this is gonna be amazing, 'm sure of it. the marketing team are working overtime for this." matt might actually cry if he has to drink down another glinda themed robinsons drink—he won't, he'll brave it for you, but still.

matt isn't exactly into musicals the way you are, he usually plays video games, watches movies, and gets so hype over them it's crazy. though, you get it, your interests make you just as feral. but this is a movie musical, so you think he'll be into it as well. wicked was inescapable, his entire for you page was just glinda and elphaba and he wasn't even mad about it. couldn't be, especially with how happy it made you.

it was like when hamilton was trending, oh, god, you'd performed like seven one woman performances of the musical that he's sure he can quote the entire thing by now.

the two of you are quiet for a little more, the original broadway cast singing away in the background as it plays through the car speaker from your phone, 'till the car comes to a stop outside of the cinema. "we're here," he murmurs, killing the engine once he makes sure his parking's perfect.

"oh my god, matt! we're here. what if i faint? what if i vomit? oh god, i won't get to see the movie if i faint or vomit, will i? oh no, uh, okay, i need, uh.. oh—"

"hey, hey, relax," matt says, gently, wanting you to chill out a little. he offers a sheepish little smile and he murmurs, "uh.. we can go get the themed popcorn buckets and you can throw up in there if you want to.. in style.." that makes you giggle and you nod, practically ripping off your seatbelt so that the two of you don't waste any more time inside the car. he has to quickly get out to join you, making sure that you don't run off on your own.

as the two of you walk, his fingers awkwardly twitch at his side as he wishes to hold your hand, but he's a little apprehensive to. though, he doesn't know why he's so apprehensive about it, the two of you are dating, holding hands is a simple thing. but.. he is.

"wicked's real popular," he murmurs, glancing around. "it's real amazing," you add in return. the two of you make your way inside the cinema together, and you glance at eachother for a moment. he smiles, you smile, and it sends a surge of warmth through both of you. leaning against his shoulder, you watch as he pays for the two tickets, and even more heat surges through you at the fact you're one hundred percent going to be seeing wicked now. matt likes how happy it makes you. it makes him almost as happy, he's sure.

and you notice this, after a little. there's a bit of a queue—wicked was so popular—and you end up interlacing your fingers with his own. it makes a heat flush to his cheeks and he offers a smile to you, shuffling closer to you and pressing by your side a little just to make sure you don't get too cold considering it's getting colder out.

"line's pretty long," he notes quietly, glancing up. you guys are near the front, so it's okay. "mmh, yeah, but we're almost in," you agree, swinging your interlaced hands as you stand beside eachother.

"popcorn buckets?"

"popcorn buckets."

you're a mess when you get out of there. literally, he's got stains on his hoodie from your tears, not that he minded all that much. he'd be a hypocrite otherwise, he's feeling a little teary eyed himself. thrusted against his chest are the various popcorn buckets that you'd bought, as you're currently trying to compose yourself and make sure your pink makeup doesn't run. you'd dressed up in full glinda gear, as best as you could, and he'd gone as elphaba. in your words, he'd given you total wicked witch of the west energy, in the best way.

he mumbles a soft, "you're okay," switching the popcorn buckets to one arm so he could gently rub your arm as the two of you made your way out. a soft smile settles on his lips, just watching you. everyday he's reminded in little moments why he loves you so much. this is definitely one of them. matt quietly leads you out of the screening room, giving smiles to the people working at the cinema, ones who are quiet heartwarmed by your reaction to the movie and how much it clearly meant to you.

"that was just.." matt sighs softly, shaking his head as heat flushes to his cheeks. he shifts his weight a little, gently tugging on you for you to stop. it's just outside of the screening, his eyes meeting yours. your eyes are glossy, gleaming beneath the pink and green lights illuminating you both. "perfect," you finish for him, words wavering a little as you speak. god, you've never enjoyed a movie more. definitely a top ten movie. maybe even for matt, too. he couldn't deny how good it was.

matt nods his head at your words, adding a quiet, "really perfect," you'd one hundred percent be watching the movie a gazillion times after, probably in cinemas, but also definitely on some illegal websites when you got back home. matt'd be joining you, totally. he may not have been a complete musical fan, but he'd get into it for you, definitely.

"i'm like.. a new person after that," you tell him, shuffling closer to him and leaning your head up against his chest. he places the buckets down on the ground beside you two and he tentatively wraps an arm around your middle to bring you up against his chest.

"me too.. might be a musical fan.." a laugh slips past his lips ³and in return you giggle too. a soft sigh escapes you afterwards, head tilting to the side a little. he blinks when you look up at him like that, and the heat floods his cheeks a little more. he's getting warm from all the attention, really. but you're looking up at him like he hung the stars and the moon, and it makes him feel so unbelievably special. his heart's pounding against his chest, literally.

"i.. wanna kiss you," you find yourself saying before you even realise, and matt practically splutters and stammers over his words in return. "oh, uh.. you do? oh," he swallows thickly, glancing down at the ground a moment before he meets your gaze again, nodding his head. he'd been thinking the same exact thing, since.. right now, your lips look like they're coated in pure sugar, all shiny and glossy.

"you can kiss me. i wanna.. wanna kiss you," he mumbles, slowly easing his hand upwards on your back, his lips parting.

you're the one who goes for it, bringing your lips to his in a gentle kiss. he brings you as close as possible with his hand, a dreamy sigh slipping past his lips against your own. you let your hands come up and cradle his jaw, both of your eyes shutting together as you take in the bliss that is the kiss you're sharing. when the two of you part, he's breathless, eyes gleaming in a similar way to yours. "you taste like candy," accurate, considering all the candy you'd been eating during the movie, but he loves it.

you feel a heat come to your face at that, and you glance at the floor sheepishly. "i do?"

matt nods, because yeah, you do. he sweeps his tongue over his bottom lip, tasting the sweetness that you'd left there in the kiss. he's incredibly intoxicated by you, how you taste, how you feel, just.. you. "yeah.." he really wants to do it again, but the realisation that you two had just kissed in public hits him and he ends up burying his head in your hair to try hide himself in some way. "oh my god, we just kissed, in public," you say in realisation.

he's got absolutely no clue where all of this confidence comes from, but he murmurs a breathy, "y'know what's not public?" that makes your eyebrows raise in interest, lashes fluttering a little bit. matt relishes in that expression on your face, just for a moment.

"what is?" you soon ask, brows furrowing now.

"my bedroom," matt wiggles his eyebrows instinctively, and despite your surprise at his forwardness, you laugh. a genuine, soft, laugh. god, you adore him. enough to the point you quickly run behind him as he practically drags you back to the car.

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what is nerd matt into? like kinks and stuff cuz i’m he’s a FREAK (also can i be 🦌 or 🥥 anon)

i’ve been sitting on this question.

first of all he’s a switch. through and through. but also, as seen he’s into voyeurism. he’s into choking, he has a daddy kink, he likes when reader wears his glasses while he’s giving her head. he has a size kink , he has a praise kink, bondage to a certain degree. probably other stuff but these r the big ones!

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Older bf! Matt x Sweetheart! Reader… AU masterlist

Introduction

Fics/ blurbs:

First kiss

How older bf! Matt asked sweetheart! Reader to be his girlfriend

White lace +18

Innocent touches +18

Headcanons:

Older bf! Matt who…

Sweetheart! Reader who…

Other:

Older bf! Matt’s camera roll

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making out with virgin!matt. ♡⁩

it’s late at night. a little too late, but that also means you get matt all to yourself. the heat is on full blast which doesn’t really upset you as it usually would since you get to see your pretty boyfriend shirtless.

matt has his back pushed up against his bed frame, his large hands awkwardly gripping your bare thighs that encage his waist—all while being kissed into oblivion. his hair is messy, his earlobes are tinged pink, and his brows are slightly pinched upward as your tongue explores his mouth. all that can be heard are the occasional whimpers that come from both you and matt and the sound of your lips clicking against his.

he’s so overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. his senses are filled with your fruity scented shampoo and you feel so right on top of him, especially when he can feel the heat of your soaked cunt against his bulge. your lip gloss is smeared all over his cheeks and it spreads down in kiss marks all the way to his collarbone.

you hum against his plush lips, arching your back to push yourself further into matt’s chest and tilting your head to lightly make space between his lips.

“you can touch me, y’know.” you sweetly mumble over your boyfriend’s lips, a grin growing on your face when you feel matt’s hands shiver.

“y-yeah?” matt’s voice is hoarse and scratchy, almost like he had just woken up. he pants against your lips when you hum and nod, eyes daring to roll to the back of his head as you rake your hand through the short hairs on the back of his head.

and of course, without a beat, matt does exactly what you say. a shaky hand slides up your thigh and goes to paw at your waist, and he keeps it right there for a moment before you grip onto his hair, suddenly deepening the kiss and making his self control falter. that’s when his hand glides up even further and latches onto your tit. a meek groan is stuck in his throat when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra and he can feel your nipples hardening in his palm.

you’re trying real hard not to giggle at your boyfriend’s attempt to keep calm. he’s so innocent and doesn’t know what to do with you nor himself, maybe that’s why he’s only groping you over your shirt.

but even just the slightest touch makes you so desperate for him. when you break the kiss apart, matt slightly peeks an eye open to watch you let out a puff of air over his lips, brows pinched up in pleasure. oh, he didn’t realize you’d react like that. he’s not complaining either, not when you look so pretty and definitely not when your hips subconsciously buck into his lap and letting out a gasp when your pantie clad cunt bumps up against his bulge.

“f-fuc—oh my god . .” he whines under his breath. at this point, matt is gone. his lips are parted, cheeks are burning, and all he can do is just look down in between each other’s bodies and catch a glimpse of your puffy pussy grinding up against his boner. the hand that isn’t on your tit is latched onto the waistband of your baby pink panties, just holding on for dear life as you whimper his name in his ear.

it’s all so fun to you. you pull away from matt to properly get a look at him and there’s nothing you could do besides grinning at him teasingly. he already looks so fucked out, lips glistening in the low lighting, his hair tousled all over the place, and his eyes are so low that he looks high.

you lean forward to place kisses starting from his jawline and trailing up to his ear where you can then feel his hips bucking up, “want me to keep going?” you giggle. and of course, matt nods wordlessly, muttering a whiny ‘uh huh’ under his breath before he hurriedly places his lips back onto yours.

you’re really glad everyone is sleeping, you don’t know how loud matt can get, nonetheless you can’t wait to see.

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✮⋆˙ newboy!matt has his after school daily debrief with his brothers at the dinner table

note: hehe i tried to add this into a blurb for newboy!matt but it just didn't work including it so i cut it but i thought it was kinda cute and still wanted to share this conversation between them so enjoy as a drabble / short blurb :)

find all writings for newboy!matt here and everything else for him here !

matt dropped his backpack by the door and slid into the usual seat at the dinner table, it was just the three of them tonight, their parents were working late again, but he was glad about that, he knew they were still angry with him for getting kicked out of his old school, and no matter how much he tried to brush it off, he could feel it whenever they looked at him, without them there, tonight he could breathe a little easier, not having to pretend like everything was fine.

"so, how was it today, new boy?" chris asks jokingly, leaning forward on his chair a little.

"same as every other day i've been there" matt mumbles back, pushing the pasta around on his plate.

nick glances up from opposite matt, looking up from his phone. "same as? come on, it's a new school, you have to be doing something different to the shit we're doing."

matt shrugs, trying to act uninterested. "nothing much to say, i'm just keeping my head down, trying to stay out of trouble this time."

chris raises an eyebrow at his brother. "out of trouble, huh? for someone who has just transferred, that's pretty fuckin’ boring kid. i spent years at our school keeping you out of trouble.”

matt sighs, wishing they’d drop it. “yeah and i spent years getting you into it, nothing exciting happens when you’re the new kid.”

he could feel his brothers still watching, waiting for them to say something else, anything else.

chris, sensing the silence as his que, his voice casual but matt knew from the tone that he had been dying to ask, “so, no girls at the new school, huh?”

matt’s fingers tightened around his fork, he didn’t feel like getting into it but he knew chris wouldn’t let this one go, he leaned in again, that annoying smirk plastered on his face. “you’re telling me in a whole school full of girls, there’s not one worth your time?”

matt’s eyes flicked up briefly, debating whether to shut it down now or not. “there’s one girl, she’s in my english class.”

the room went quiet for a second, chris raised an eyebrow, as if the mention of you was all the invitation he needed, but matt wasn’t going to feed into chris’s excitement over this, especially not tonight.

“she’s part of the popular crowd” matt adds, keeping his tone flat.

chris was looking at him now, that familiar grin smacked on his face. “oh, is she now? what’s the story?”

matt ignored him, he just shoved a mouthful of pasta in his mouth, keeping his eyes focused on his plate, because the truth was there was no story, there wasn’t supposed to be a story and there wasn’t going to be a story. matt didn’t want there to be a story.

nick chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. “is she pretty? have you got a thing for her?”

matt shot him a look, letting him know he was over this, “yes, she’s pretty, and no, i don’t have a thing for her.”

chris didn’t look convinced but matt didn’t care, whatever thoughts had crossed his mind, whatever little interactions with you had lingered in his thoughts, didn’t matter.

“look, i love you guys, but don’t get any ideas.” matt mutters, “there’s no romance with me and anyone at this new fuckin’ school, let’s drop it and move the conversation on now.”

with that, he shoved another bite of pasta in his mouth, shutting the conversation down for good.

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Matt Sturniolo Whimper Audio 2025

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texts as matt sturniolo’s gf.

pairing: boyfriend matt sturniolo¡ girlfriend reader

warning: suggestive content

aka, texts you’d receive as matt sturniolo’s gf.

ꪆৎ lex’s notes: texts are from pinterest, i was too lazy 😴 … i’m gonna start writing some one shots soon <3 stay tuned !!

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INTRODUCING. . . SPIDEY!MATT

ᡣ𐭩. thick boston accent. advanced science classes. quick reflexes. never felt the touch of a woman. friendly neighborhood spidey guy. cant stop himself when it comes to helping others. smart ass. constant healing bruises on his hands. no filter. on his schools debate team. sleeper build. bedroom window is constantly cracked open for easy leave. puts on a fake voice when he’s confronting “villains.” big heart.

thoughts. . . I LOVEE HIMM!! omg i’m so excited for this!! askbox is open, feel free to flood it!

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𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨.

dealer!chris x innocent!reader

warning— contains: mention of drugs (marijuana), angst, slight sugar daddy vibes, pet names (doll, good girl.) enjoy. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

yours and chris' relationship was such an unexpected duo. chris, the most well-known and most reliable dealer in the L.A. area, and you, the sweet, quiet girl that had never even gotten anything such as a parking violation. you two were polar opposites, which is exactly why chris fell in love with you as quick as he did. you met at a party a few years back, that you didn't even want to be at, being dragged there by a couple friends who went specifically for a re-up. you let your friends go off to do their thing and you, in your true fashion, stayed back and as far away from the crowd as you could possibly get. you definitely stood out like a goddamn sore thumb, and chris clocked it right away.

and that's how you found yourself here today, sat in chris' lap while he thumbs through a stack of cash he'd made at tonight's party.

"someone gave me an extra twenty." chris chuckles, a cocky little laugh that you'd grown so fond of. he pulls the bill from the stack and tucks it into the small bag slung over your shoulder. "s'yours. you know the drill." he adds, and you can't help but roll your eyes.

"you can't give it back to them? it was probably an accident. what if they needed that for gas, or for food, or—" chris cuts your rambling off immediately by gently gripping your chin, directing your line of sight to meet his gaze, "if they needed it for somethin' like that, they wouldn't be buyin' my shit. they'll live." he crooned, brushing the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip. that immediately shushed you and reminded you to let him handle the dirty work. he found how caring and sweet you were for even the dumbasses that kept him in business. it was endearing, really.

"maybe they did it on purpose, though. thought my girl was pretty and gave me a lil' extra for managing to bag the prettiest lil' thing around." chris mutters, his thumb now tracing away from the outline of your lower lip, to rest against your jaw. "you're good for business, doll. y'should be proud."

you roll your eyes and shake your head in disbelief that that would even be a possibility. however, the thought was a nice one. he knew damn well that a thick percentage of his clientele were already high off their asses when they came up to him. the extra cash was simply a miscount on their part. maybe you shouldn't feel all that bad.
 


"made about a grand tonight. looks like you're about to have a nice new set." chris grins, bringing the hand that was once holding your chin, to your hand. he picked it up, tilting your fingers down to look over your already manicured nails; pink french tip, your go-to set.



you didn't need to get your nails done again. it'd only been a couple of days since your trip to the nail salon and they were still in perfect, pristine condition. "or you could just save it. i don't need anything, baby, you know that." you sigh, resting your hands against your chest. he spoiled you. a little too much for your liking, but you always appreciated it so much. he shook his head and placed your hand gently back against his chest where it was before. "save it for what? i dragged you to this party, you deserve somethin' nice, my treat." he was relentless and was not going to take no for an answer. he never did when it came down to him spoiling you rotten. it drove you crazy sometimes, but you knew so much better than to argue with him. 



"well, then save it and pick somethin' out for me next time you're shopping." you shrugged, gazing down at him with a warm smile. his head craned back to rest against the back of the couch, giving you a full and better view of his face. he was too pretty for his own good. it was just a bonus behind his business; he was charming and handsome and it worked wonders. your eyes lowered to his neck, noticing his adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. "ah, that reminds me. was out the other day and saw a lace set with your name written all over it. deep red, a lil bow right here..." he lifted a hand and pressed his index finger against the small space between your breasts. "if i bought it, would you wear it f'me?" 



your cheeks immediately burned red hot, his words unleashing a hoard of butterflies in your stomach and chest. of course you couldn't say no. "i'd wear it for you." your response earned a low, content hum from chris while his hands found a home against the small of your back. he pulled you forward, inching you a little closer to him. "can't say no to me, can you, doll?" he smirks, slipping a hand beneath the hem of your shirt to rest it against your lower back.


just as you opened your mouth to respond, a voice rang from behind you calling out to chris. another customer. chris rolled his eyes and lifted his head to look over at your shoulder at the person behind you, "ay, man, it's a little fuckin' rude to interrupt me while i'm havin' a conversation." chris snapped back, practically snarling at the guy. chris' eyes immediately found yours and he gave your back a small pat with both hands, "you sit here and be good, yeah? ain't done gettin' you all worked up."


he's such a tease. you let out a dramatic sigh and climb off of his lap, flipping to sit on the cushion beside him and cross your arms over your chest, eyeing him with clearly flustered cheeks. "go on, boss man. i won't move a muscle." you hummed, lifting a leg to cross it over the other. he stood up and turned to look at you over his shoulder flashing you a smug grin, "good girl."

© sturnshood

taglist: @mega-munchforchris / @purpledragon222

requests are open!

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blurb . skaterboy!chris fucking angel!reader dumb

warnings: smut!!!!, use of pet names (princess, angel, good girl, pretty, pretty girl, baby, sweetheart), head (f receiving) unprotected p in v, praise kink, daddy kink, literally just porn without plot. enjoy!

‘shhh you can take it angel, stop whining’ he mumbles, face buried in your folds for the last 5 minutes, licking and sucking like it’s his last meal

‘daddy- cant’ you whimper, your legs shaking, face in your pillow, hands tied behind your back with the pretty pink ribbon that was once perfectly set in your hair ‘gonna cum’

‘you can cum for me sweetheart but we’re not done okay? just let it happen princess’

‘daddy- s’too much- cum- cumming’ you whine, your release spilling all over his mouth as he keeps going, guiding you through your release

‘good girl sweetheart, did so good f’me, such a good princess, let me look at you baby’ he says, gently tugging on your hair, making you look at him, your face completely fucked out, your once perfect mascara covering your face

‘oh look at that.. daddy fucked you dumb huh? and we’re not even done yet pretty.. what are we gonna do with you hm?’ he coos in faux sympathy, his thumb rubbing gently at your face

you whine, looking up at him, shaking your head ‘cant do more daddy- cant’

‘aww pretty that’s just too bad, daddy’s gotta feel good too, you want that don’t you?’

you nod, a small whimper falling from your lips as you set your head in your pillow again

‘that’s a good girl, so obedient and sweet for me, so good baby’ he coos, undoing his belt, sliding his pants off along with his boxers, tapping your ass for you to lift it up

once you do, he smiles, pressing against your entrance, making you let out a needy whine ‘daddy don’t- t-tease-‘

‘aw im sorry pretty girl, here you go’ he whispers, sliding into you with ease, letting out a loud groan ‘so tight for me, so pretty- fuck’

you whimper, biting down on your pillow, eyes falling shut as he starts to move, his hands on your hips with every thrust.

‘oh pretty, so good for me, so so good’ he gasps, moving faster, desperate for his release

‘m-more- daddy- cl-close- so-‘ you whine, your words muffled by the pillow as he fucks into you desperately, tugging on your hair

‘more? you want more pretty girl? so needy for me, so good’ he moans, moving faster, the angle he’s at perfectly hitting your g-spot every time. his head falls back, desperately thrusting into you

‘fuck angel- m’gonna cum- you want me to cum in you baby? fuck-‘ he groans, hands digging into your hips as he brings one around to rub at your clit, making you let out a loud, desperate moan

‘d-daddy- c-cum- im- cum with me-‘ you whine, clenching around him as your body shakes, falling into another orgasm, cumming around him

‘oh fuck- s-so good pretty girl- god angel- fuck’ he moans, shooting his cum into you, head falling back as he lazily thrusts a couple more times, pulling out, falling onto his back on the bed.

‘you okay pretty?’ he whispers against your skin, untying your wrists, throwing the ribbon on the floor before flipping your over, pulling you to cuddle into him

‘i’m perfect.. so perfect.’

a/n: hiii! i hope this was good lol i haven’t written anything in forever so lmk!

tags: @mattysketchup @h3arts4harry

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dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

[freshhhloveee]

blurb . skaterboy!chris fucking angel!reader dumb

warnings: smut!!!!, use of pet names (princess, angel, good girl, pretty, pretty girl, baby, sweetheart), head (f receiving) unprotected p in v, praise kink, daddy kink, literally just porn without plot. enjoy!

‘shhh you can take it angel, stop whining’ he mumbles, face buried in your folds for the last 5 minutes, licking and sucking like it’s his last meal

‘daddy- cant’ you whimper, your legs shaking, face in your pillow, hands tied behind your back with the pretty pink ribbon that was once perfectly set in your hair ‘gonna cum’

‘you can cum for me sweetheart but we’re not done okay? just let it happen princess’

‘daddy- s’too much- cum- cumming’ you whine, your release spilling all over his mouth as he keeps going, guiding you through your release

‘good girl sweetheart, did so good f’me, such a good princess, let me look at you baby’ he says, gently tugging on your hair, making you look at him, your face completely fucked out, your once perfect mascara covering your face

‘oh look at that.. daddy fucked you dumb huh? and we’re not even done yet pretty.. what are we gonna do with you hm?’ he coos in faux sympathy, his thumb rubbing gently at your face

you whine, looking up at him, shaking your head ‘cant do more daddy- cant’

‘aww pretty that’s just too bad, daddy’s gotta feel good too, you want that don’t you?’

you nod, a small whimper falling from your lips as you set your head in your pillow again

‘that’s a good girl, so obedient and sweet for me, so good baby’ he coos, undoing his belt, sliding his pants off along with his boxers, tapping your ass for you to lift it up

once you do, he smiles, pressing against your entrance, making you let out a needy whine ‘daddy don’t- t-tease-‘

‘aw im sorry pretty girl, here you go’ he whispers, sliding into you with ease, letting out a loud groan ‘so tight for me, so pretty- fuck’

you whimper, biting down on your pillow, eyes falling shut as he starts to move, his hands on your hips with every thrust.

‘oh pretty, so good for me, so so good’ he gasps, moving faster, desperate for his release

‘m-more- daddy- cl-close- so-‘ you whine, your words muffled by the pillow as he fucks into you desperately, tugging on your hair

‘more? you want more pretty girl? so needy for me, so good’ he moans, moving faster, the angle he’s at perfectly hitting your g-spot every time. his head falls back, desperately thrusting into you

‘fuck angel- m’gonna cum- you want me to cum in you baby? fuck-‘ he groans, hands digging into your hips as he brings one around to rub at your clit, making you let out a loud, desperate moan

‘d-daddy- c-cum- im- cum with me-‘ you whine, clenching around him as your body shakes, falling into another orgasm, cumming around him

‘oh fuck- s-so good pretty girl- god angel- fuck’ he moans, shooting his cum into you, head falling back as he lazily thrusts a couple more times, pulling out, falling onto his back on the bed.

‘you okay pretty?’ he whispers against your skin, untying your wrists, throwing the ribbon on the floor before flipping your over, pulling you to cuddle into him

‘i’m perfect.. so perfect.’

a/n: hiii! i hope this was good lol i haven’t written anything in forever so lmk!

tags: @mattysketchup @h3arts4harry

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dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

[freshhhloveee]

3am

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader (established relationship)

warnings: pure smut, breeding kink, dry humping, bulge kink, dirty talk, unprotected p in v (wrap b4 u tap), fingering, oral (m receiving), handjob if you squint.

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you're downstairs on the couch with matt, nick and chris dead asleep upstairs. the dim moving lights coming off of the movie matt turned on illuminate the room, the sounds serving as background noise.

you two were supposed to have a late night movie night, but neither of you even know nor care what movie is playing anymore.

you're on his lap, hands tangled in his hair, hips grinding down against the bulge in between your legs, painfully straining against his grey sweatpants.

you kick off the blanket matt had covered you two with, your bodies hot.

one of his large hands are grabbing your ass cheek firmly, the other tracing fingertips up and down your spine.

he moans into your mouth as you rut your hips forward onto him, the unexpected move making him choke on air.

it's a battle of tongues, lips, and teeth. smashing and working against each other, trying everything to get as close as possible.

it's a miracle neither of you have cum in your pants yet, you grinding down impossibly hard onto matt's painfully hard boner.

the tip of his dick bumps against your clit, which makes your mouth drop open. matt doesn't waste a second, his tongue immediately snaking into your mouth.

you welcome the wet muscle warmly, immediately swirling your tongue into his mouth, moans uncontrollably leaving your parted lips, matt swallowing the sounds with eagerness.

suddenly, matt's hand that was tracing your spine grabs your bicep tight enough to leave a mark. he pulls away, lips parted, eyes closed, breath heavy.

your eyebrows furrow and you look at him with need and concern. you open your mouth but he speaks before you can.

"m'gonna fuckin cum in my pants." his voice is strained and hoarse from arousal, sending heat pooling straight to your core. butterflies soar in your tummy.

"that wouldn't be good." you mumble, a small smirk spreading across your lips, running a thumb across his bottom lip.

he just stares at you, breath heavy and mouth agape, completely entranced by you. you quite literally feel him get harder.

he ruts his hips up before hooking his fingers under the waistband of his sweats. he tugs them down until they pool at his ankles, revealing his navy blue calvin klein boxers. there's a prominent bulge in them, a wet patch visible on the crotch due to precum leaking from his tip.

you swallow. before you know it, he's tossing your panties and shorts onto the floor, your fingers tugging down his boxers until they join his sweats at his ankles.

you wrap your hand around his base, thumb immediately attacking his tip. his head throws back and mouth falls open, hips rutting up into your hand, trying to fuck your fist.

you smile and place your hand on his lower tummy, placing him back on the couch. your thumb rubs his tip with the most pressure you can give, your hand staying completely still. he squirms uncontrollably, whining and whimpering.

"f-fuck!" he squeaks out. you suddenly wrap your plump lips around his tip, tongue swirling and pressing against it, savoring the precum that soaks your tongue.

you drop down on him, his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. you watch his stomach cave in with watery eyes, your tongue sucking and stroking his underside.

he reaches down and pulls you off of him, standing up and pinning you down to the couch. you yell at the random dominance, but you don't mind.

you're literally dripping, your thighs slick and sticky. matt spreads your legs open by your knees, revealing your slick folds. he runs a finger through them, sucking on his own finger as he lines himself up.

you're rendered speechless, crying out as his tip slowly slides in before he slams his whole length in, back arching as his cock head nestles against your cervix.

"so fuckin tight." he grumbles into your ear. you moan into his. he sets a slow and rough pace, every thrust shoving the couch back about an inch.

he doesn't hold back, letting every moan and groan that wants to happen slip out. you're the same, crying out and not giving a fuck that chris or nick could wake up.

his fingers dig into your hip, holding it like a vice. he's so lost in a haze of lust that it takes him a while to notice the prominent bulge that appears every time he bottoms out inside you.

he feels his stomach heave and balls tighten. he bottoms out and leaves it there, making you blink in confusion. he gently runs his hand over the bump in your lower belly, his face an unreadable expression.

without warning, he presses down on that bulge. hard. you cry out, rapidly approaching your orgasm before he starts thrusting in and out of you, harder and faster with each thrust.

"can fuckin see myself inside you. so fuckin sexy." he hisses, watching as the bulge pops up and immediately leaves.

"m-matt..." you whisper, your eyebrows laced together in pleasure. "m'gonna cu-!" you're cut off by him bringing your knees to your chest, smacking your ass before thrusting into you relentlessly.

with the new angle, the tip of his dick slams against your g spot with every thrust. you can't do it anymore. your walls clamp down on him as you cum, back trying to arch but held down by your legs and matt's grip.

with a scream of his name, you finish cumming. he continues slamming into you, causing you to squirm. "matt! st-o.. stop!" you squeak, your voice cracking. "too much!"

you scream for him to stop but his thumb attacks your clit, silently asking you for a second one. suddenly, he thrusts into you harder than he has this whole night with a loud groan. you feel his warm seed bury itself deep into you.

he thrusts a few more times, fucking his cum into you before pulling out. you whine, feeling empty. matt watches in amazement as his cum oozes out of you, painting your thighs. you squirm at the sensation.

you go to close your legs but are interrupted by matt, who opens them and kneels between them. you furrow your eyebrows, wondering what he could be doing.

he scoops up some of the cum that has leaked out of you, fucking it back into you with his ring and middle finger.

you immediately cry out. "matt!"

"fuck... you're so pretty filled with me. yeahhhh, look at that." he coos, fingering his cum into you. you clamp down on his fingers, feeling yourself rapidly approaching your second orgasm.

he thumbs your clit, flicking over the sensitive bud while fingering the white fluids back into you as they fall out. you moan, back arching as you cum around his fingers. he pulls them out and sucks on them, looking you dead in the eyes as he does so.

your chest heaves as you slowly come down from your high. once you do, matt crawls up your body and connects his lips with yours, kissing you with more love than lust.

you bring a hand up, rubbing your thumb over the stubble on his jawline. you pull away and look into his eyes with a tired smile. "i love you."

he smiles down at you. "i love you more, my girl."

you run your hands down his chest. "what time is it?" you say, yawning.

"3am." he says, kissing you on the forehead.

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authors note: hiii! this one was super long so sorry if you don't like long stories lol. but i hope yall enjoyed, please leave requests bc ill most likely do it! this one was for @whore4mattsturniolo! hope u like it. with love, bows, and sturniolos. 🎀💗

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Lunch Date

warnings: sexual activities in a public place, orgasm denial, matt is a Freak with a capitol F.

in which… well you’ll see.

this was so…

dirty. wrong. dangerous. risky. fun.

five different words running through your mind. the only other thing you could think of was matt.

your science teacher had so much trust in the both of you. he was so hopeful that if he left the room to go to his meeting everything would be just fine. everything was not fine. it started out innocent. it was supposed to be innocent.

it was supposed to be a simple game of “doctor.” the lab coat was right there! how were you supposed to go on with your day without slipping it on over your outfit and doing a check up on matt?

if anyone walked in right now, they’d see the way that you were hoisted up on one of the black science lab counters, desperately gripping onto matt’s hair. the scrunchie you previously had on your wrist stuffed in your mouth at an attempts to keep you quiet. it was not working.

for someone who had no sexual experience, his tongue sure was working magic. his grip on your thighs was tight, not tight enough to leave marks, but tight enough to hold you close. one finger was consistently pushing in and out of you, an unusual sensation, but not an unwelcome one. if you were being quite honest, the added fear of being caught almost made you more aroused. matt, who you barely felt was breathing, could definitely feel it.

“matt… matt… matt…” you whimpered, your name slipping through your lips like it was your favorite song. he simply hums in response. he glances up at you for a moment but then goes back to his previous actions, this time taking your clit into his mouth. you gasp at the feeling, further tugging on his hair. “y-you gotta… you gotta breathe baby.” you manage to speak, trying your best to pull him away.

despite your best efforts, matt continues eating like a starved man and his grip on your thighs only tightens.

“can breathe just fine.” his words send a shiver to your core. you should tell him to stop. that lunch is almost over. but you know he’ll tell you how he’s not done eating. not yet anyway.

and then just when you’re on the brink of getting pushed over the edge. just when you’re about to experience the release you’ve been so desperately waiting for… the bell rings. your mouth drops open in shock, the scrunchie touching the floor. matt chuckles when you speak. “matty please don’t stop.” and then he does. he pulls away like nothing even happened. he wipes his lips smoothly and adjusts his hair and glasses, sitting down at his desk. youre in nothing but utter disbelief. you want to strut over and tell him to just do it. that you don’t care if lunch is over. you only care when Mr. Harrison walks back into the room after his meeting.

“you guys okay? didn’t miss anything too interesting did i?” he asks. and matt can do nothing but chuckle and smirk.

dividers by: @issysh3ll

tags!: @ifwdominicfike @frankoceanfanpage @mattssslutbby @sophand4n4 @matthewsturnsgf @izzylovesmatt @m11rx @chris-hallelujah @sturniolotoast @mattsbrat @wastelandzella @le4hsblog @mattsd0llfac3 @st7rnioioss @isabellewhatt @sturnslutz @chrisscoraline @m4ttg1rl @princessesgarden @ikyoudreamofme @allylovescody

a/n: you guys r SLUTS holyyyy shit. i love u all so dearly thank you all for 400. when i get home im gonna make my blog so cute trust.

[freshhhloveee]

so many people have requested a compilation of whimpers n moans so here you are 🙇‍♀️