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nothing! just thinking of dom!jinx who maniacally laughs when she gets too carried away during sex…

this may be superfuckingnastyandgrossandweird but i can imagine her attempting to stifle her laughs, struggling to keep her voice bubbled beneath the surface of her mouth as she takes in your utterly pathetic form. + it doesn’t happen often!

but when it does…

quick lil cw: roughness, degrading, filth!! srry…

your hands are tied to the headboard with your panties stuffed in your mouth as she rams her thick strap-on inside of your creamy, achy cunt. her strong grip on your hair forces your eyes to cross and tears to spill from them—she has you in a sort of flat doggy-style position and she isn’t going easy on you.

the *plop*plop*plop* sounds your pussy makes when it gushes around her sends her mind racing, pure joy, and contentment overwhelming her body, heart, mind, and soul—she can’t help but laugh!

you slowly snap out of your cockdrunk daze when you hear a scratchy cackle come from behind you. confused and slightly terrified, you attempt to look at her over your shoulder but she snaps your head back to where it resided before.

“didn’t say ya could move, toots.” + “better take it like i told ya, like a good whore…”

she quickens and deepens her pace the more she falls deeper into her own filthy, pussy-obsessed world with her laughs only getting louder the more she does, “hah- you’re fuckin’ slutty, babe! got your eyes rolling back ‘n all! don’t worry though, not gonna stop for anything. gonna force my dick inside you anyway!” + “i can feeeeel it. god, fuck! makes me so happy, this pussy makes me so happy, hon.”

she rambles on and on and ON about how perfect you are and how much she loves railing your pussy!

“you fuck me up, baby. you know that? this cunt makes me crazy. more than usual, hah-!!” + “nghh, you are a godsend. gonna make me getcha pregnant even though it’s not even possible! bet you'd like it. dirty girl.”

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inspired by this edit…

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look at this shit I just creamed my pants

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Her tattoos are a need!

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bro is the most handsome. 🙂‍↕️

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blurry ass photo but his manspreading actually made me COMBUST i’m sorry

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tumblr been dry asf lately where da smut at...

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Her arms, I’m going insane.

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I knew it, i know you - Matt Sturniolo

Sumary: You return to a place in the past, where memories and guilt haunt you as you find your ex, facing what you could never let go of. (Alternative ending)

Warnings: angst, break up, insecurities (on the part of the protagonist) guilt, happy ending, I think that's all.

A/n: So I had to post this since you guys asked for it, btw happy new year my luvs thanks for this year and thanks for all the support I love you so much<3 🎀🤍

𝜗𝜚 Part one , part two (final)

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The streetlights barely illuminated the path as you walked to the parking lot. The cold air hit your face, cutting you like little knives, as you tried to keep your composure. You had left the restaurant in a hurry, your heart in your mouth and Matt’s words echoing in your head like an endless echo. His gaze, that mix of pain and disappointment, was like a blow you couldn’t dodge.

You climbed into the car with shaking hands, slamming the door shut as if that could stop the chaos inside you. For a moment, you just stood there, hands clenching the steering wheel, breathing deeply to keep from breaking down. “It’s for the best,” you repeated to yourself over and over, but you weren’t sure if you believed it anymore.

You started the engine, and low music filled the silence. You drove aimlessly, letting the noise drown out your thoughts, even though you knew it was useless. Every corner, every street, seemed to be filled with memories: his laugh when you did something clumsy, his fingers intertwined with yours, his voice telling you everything would be okay.

Finally, you pulled into a dark park, the kind of place where no one would come looking for you. You turned off the engine and stood there, letting the weight of everything you’d been avoiding fall on you all at once. A tear slid down your cheek before you could stop it. And then another. And another. Until you were crying like you hadn’t in months, your face in your hands, your throat closed.

“Why can’t I be enough?” you whispered into the void, your voice broken and almost inaudible.

Then, a knock on the window made you jump. You looked up quickly, wiping your tears awkwardly. And there he was. Matt. Standing in the dim light of the nearest streetlight, his hands in his pockets and an expression you couldn’t quite decipher.

You hurried out of the car, though your legs were shaking. “What are you doing here?” you asked, trying to sound firm but failing miserably.

He took a step towards you, his eyes locked on yours. “I followed you.”

You frowned, confused and alarmed at the same time. “Why?”

Matt sighed, his shoulders tense. “Because I couldn’t let you go again.”

The words hit like a bucket of cold water. “Matt, you shouldn’t have come.”

“Let me talk,” he interrupted, his voice hard but not cold. He took another step towards you, closing the distance between the two of you to almost nothing. “I loved you, I love you, like I’ve never loved anyone. And when you walked away, I thought it was my fault, that I wasn’t enough for you. But tonight, seeing you, I understood something. You didn’t leave because you didn’t love me. You did it because you were broken. Because you thought walking away would save me from the mess you think you are.”

You tried to respond, but the words caught in your throat. He was right, and that hurt more than anything he could have said.

“I didn’t want to drag you down with me,” you finally managed, your voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t want you to carry my insecurities, my fears.”

“Do you really think I couldn’t handle that?” Matt shook his head, his eyes burning with an intensity you’d never seen before. “Don’t you understand that all I wanted was to be with you? That I didn’t care how broken you were because I’m broken too, and together we could have faced it.”

His words broke something inside you. The tears came back in full force, and this time you didn’t try to stop them. “I’m so sorry,” you murmured, shaking. “I’m sorry for everything, Matt.”

He didn’t say anything. He just took you in his arms with an almost desperate strength, as if he was afraid you would vanish into thin air. You clung to him, letting the warmth of his body soothe the cold that had been in your chest for months.

“Don’t go again,” he whispered against your hair, his voice cracking slightly.

“I won’t,” you promised, your voice choked with tears.

When you finally pulled away, his eyes met yours, and in them you saw something you had long forgotten: hope.

“I want to fix this with you,” you said, a new determination in your voice.

Matt smiled, that smile that always made you feel at home. “Then let’s start now.”

Together they walked to a nearby bench, sitting under the starry sky. They talked for hours, opening their hearts, facing their fears, and promising to never let silence tear them apart again.

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Y’all do not understand the way I SCREAMED INTO MY PILLOW WHEN I SAW THIS. His FINGERS?????? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

This is insanity. I do not want to speak to a single soul until Chris’ fingers are so far down my throat I’m shedding tears. I need his hands more than I need water.

Oh my fucking God I am so done.

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Im sorry luv😭

I knew it, i know you - Matt Sturniolo

Sumary: You return to a place in the past, where memories and guilt haunt you as you find your ex, facing what you could never let go of.

Warnings: angst, break up, insecurities (on the part of the protagonist) guilt, no happy ending, I think that's all.

A/n: Merry Christmas super late, I've been really inactive so sorry about that but I'm back now yayy, I wrote a second part of this fic if you can call it that idk, I wasn't sure about posting this version because I wrote a happy ending in the other version, I'll probably post both as an alternate ending so enjoy this and happy holidays!!!<3

𝜗𝜚 Part one , another ending (posting later)

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The cold night wind hit you as you left the restaurant, sending a chill down your spine that had nothing to do with the weather. You walked down the cobblestone streets of the city that was once your refuge, your home, but now felt alien. With every step you took, you could hear the echo of your own thoughts, and the words you never said to Matt repeated in your mind like a mantra of regret.

You had decided to leave him, decided that it was best for both of you to be apart, but that decision hadn't brought the peace you'd hoped for. All it had accomplished was filling your life with awkward silences, lonely nights, and memories that seemed to torment you more with each passing day.

The night was calm, but your emotions were a whirlwind. Every corner you turned reminded you of a moment with him. There was the cafe where he knelt in the snow to tie his shoe while you laughed nonstop. There was the park where you shared your first kiss, when Matt had taken you by surprise and made you feel like the whole world had stopped for an instant.

The city lights flickered above you, and cars whizzed by, but all you could feel was the weight of his gaze on the restaurant, the way his eyes had pierced you, as if they could see every single regret you carried in your chest.

When you finally stopped, you were facing the river. The water reflected the city lights, creating a colorful spectacle you couldn’t enjoy. You just stared at your reflection, searching for answers in a version of yourself you no longer recognized.

“Why?” you wondered out loud, even though you knew there would be no answer. The reason had always been the same: fear. Fear of being happy, fear of not being enough, fear of Matt realizing he loved you more than you could love yourself.

You didn't know how long you were there, lost in your thoughts, until you heard a familiar voice behind you.

"I didn't think I'd find you here."

You turned around, and there he was. Matt. With his hands in his pockets, his hair ruffled by the wind, and that look that had always left you speechless.

"Matt..." you murmured, as if his name were a confession.

He took a step towards you, but kept his distance, as if he was afraid that getting closer might break what little remained between you.

"Why did you leave so quickly?" he asked, his voice calm but full of that intensity he'd always had.

You wanted to answer, but the words stuck in your throat. How to explain something that you yourself couldn't understand?

"I didn't want to interrupt..." you started, but he shook his head before you could finish.

"Don't lie. We're not at that point anymore, right?"

His honesty hit you like a bucket of cold water. He had always had that ability to see right through you, to decipher the emotions you didn't even know you felt.

“I didn’t want to make this harder for you,” you finally admitted, shifting your gaze back to the river.

“Make what harder?” he asked, taking a step closer. “See you? Talk to you? Because, believe me, nothing can be harder than the last few months without you.”

His confession made the air feel heavier. You looked up at him, and his eyes were filled with pain, but also something else: hope.

“Matt, I…” You tried to speak, but he cut you off.

“No, let me speak this time.” His voice shook slightly, but there was a firmness to it that you couldn’t ignore. “I don’t know what happened, I don’t know why you walked away, but I know that I haven’t stopped loving you for a second.”

The words hit you with a force you didn’t expect. Tears filled your eyes, and for a moment, all you wanted was to run to him and tell him you were sorry, that you loved him, that you never stopped.

But the fear was still there, like a shadow you couldn’t shake.

“Matt, I can’t…” you murmured, and you watched as the glimmer of hope in his eyes slowly faded.

He nodded, taking a step back, as if he understood there was nothing more to say.

“It’s okay.” His voice was soft, but the sadness was evident. “I just wanted you to know.”

And with those words, he turned and began to walk, leaving you alone once again, with the sound of the river and the echo of what could have been.

You watched him walk away, and a part of you wanted to run after him, to scream his name and ask for another chance. But your feet remained planted on the ground, unable to move.

When you finally turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, you felt like you were carrying with you not only the weight of your own regrets, but also that of his love, a love you never knew how to accept, but one you would always carry with you.

And as you walked away, the city seemed darker, emptier, as if it knew that, this time, there would be no turning back.

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✩ criminologist!reader - matt asks her to move in with him ✩

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you spent most of your time at matt's house. that was no lie. you loved to be around him, even when you weren't right near each other. you both enjoyed the knowledge of each other's presence.

you spent a lot of time with nick and chris, given that they were always over at matt's place. they had only just recently moved into separate apartments, and of course, you wouldn't dream of not having them over.

you'd become so close to all three of them, and there were times that matt would text you, asking what you're up to, only to find out you were out shopping with nick, or driving with chris to go get food.

he'd never felt so confident and comfortable with a choice in a partner, and he just had a good feeling about you.

he couldn't deny how good it felt to walk through his door after filming, or hanging out with his brothers, or just generally being out, and seeing you there. and also knowing that if you weren't there when he got back, you would be home soon.

he had started referring to you coming over as you coming home. that's when he knew.

he wondered if you considered it your home too. he hoped you did, considering that you were almost never at your own, always opting to be around matt.

your anniversary was coming up, and matt had the perfect gift to add to the few he was already giving you. but this one he would give you early.

you were more than surprised when you came back later that day to find a small, thin, box with a bow on it, your name scribbled in matt's handwriting on the placard.

"matt?" you picked up the box, wandering around the apartment, attempting to find him.

"yeah? what's up?" he wandered out of his room, his hair a complete mess. it was obvious that he'd fallen asleep, only being woken up by the sound of you opening and closing the door behind you.

you held up the box. "what's this?"

he smiled at you. "an early anniversary present. go on, open it."

you did, suspicion clear in your eyes as you unraveled the bow and lifted the lid of the box. matt just continued to watch you with a fond look in his eyes.

your mouth fell into a small "o" shape as you saw the silver key sitting in the box, a short note attached to it that read "move in with me?"

you let out a shocked laugh, taking the key out of the box and smiling at him.

"so?" he watched you, a little anxiety in his eyes, waiting on an official answer.

"yes! oh my god, i thought you'd never ask!"

taking the key from your hand and swiping your car keys off of the living room table, he quickly attached the two, placing it on his key hook by the door.

his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you into a hug that quickly turned into a passionate kiss.

"perfect. i'll help you pack this weekend."

you smiled, completely giddy with love and happiness, knowing you now shared a home with the person you called home.

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a/n - just a little thought that popped into my mind, and here's a fic on it! hope you liked!

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Eras Tour - March 17, 2023 | Glendale, Arizona

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matt, i’m begging you to get more tattoos. i’m on my knees, barking and drooling like a dog. i will manifest emo matt. at least just finish getting a goddamn sleeve on that arm. thank you.

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what the hell pouty faced baby WHAT THE HELL

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Im (s)creaming rn

matt and his little tongue flicks will always be famous to me.

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him in the recent video made me😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 i just HAD to edit it.

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I knew it, i know you - Matt Sturniolo

Sumary: You return to a place in the past, where memories and guilt haunt you as you find your ex, facing what you could never let go of.

Warnings: angst, break up, insecurities (on the part of the protagonist) guilt, no happy ending, I think that's all.

A/n: Merry Christmas super late, I've been really inactive so sorry about that but I'm back now yayy, I wrote a second part of this fic if you can call it that idk, I wasn't sure about posting this version because I wrote a happy ending in the other version, I'll probably post both as an alternate ending so enjoy this and happy holidays!!!<3

𝜗𝜚 Part one , alternative ending

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The cold night wind hit you as you left the restaurant, sending a chill down your spine that had nothing to do with the weather. You walked down the cobblestone streets of the city that was once your refuge, your home, but now felt alien. With every step you took, you could hear the echo of your own thoughts, and the words you never said to Matt repeated in your mind like a mantra of regret.

You had decided to leave him, decided that it was best for both of you to be apart, but that decision hadn't brought the peace you'd hoped for. All it had accomplished was filling your life with awkward silences, lonely nights, and memories that seemed to torment you more with each passing day.

The night was calm, but your emotions were a whirlwind. Every corner you turned reminded you of a moment with him. There was the cafe where he knelt in the snow to tie his shoe while you laughed nonstop. There was the park where you shared your first kiss, when Matt had taken you by surprise and made you feel like the whole world had stopped for an instant.

The city lights flickered above you, and cars whizzed by, but all you could feel was the weight of his gaze on the restaurant, the way his eyes had pierced you, as if they could see every single regret you carried in your chest.

When you finally stopped, you were facing the river. The water reflected the city lights, creating a colorful spectacle you couldn’t enjoy. You just stared at your reflection, searching for answers in a version of yourself you no longer recognized.

“Why?” you wondered out loud, even though you knew there would be no answer. The reason had always been the same: fear. Fear of being happy, fear of not being enough, fear of Matt realizing he loved you more than you could love yourself.

You didn't know how long you were there, lost in your thoughts, until you heard a familiar voice behind you.

"I didn't think I'd find you here."

You turned around, and there he was. Matt. With his hands in his pockets, his hair ruffled by the wind, and that look that had always left you speechless.

"Matt..." you murmured, as if his name were a confession.

He took a step towards you, but kept his distance, as if he was afraid that getting closer might break what little remained between you.

"Why did you leave so quickly?" he asked, his voice calm but full of that intensity he'd always had.

You wanted to answer, but the words stuck in your throat. How to explain something that you yourself couldn't understand?

"I didn't want to interrupt..." you started, but he shook his head before you could finish.

"Don't lie. We're not at that point anymore, right?"

His honesty hit you like a bucket of cold water. He had always had that ability to see right through you, to decipher the emotions you didn't even know you felt.

“I didn’t want to make this harder for you,” you finally admitted, shifting your gaze back to the river.

“Make what harder?” he asked, taking a step closer. “See you? Talk to you? Because, believe me, nothing can be harder than the last few months without you.”

His confession made the air feel heavier. You looked up at him, and his eyes were filled with pain, but also something else: hope.

“Matt, I…” You tried to speak, but he cut you off.

“No, let me speak this time.” His voice shook slightly, but there was a firmness to it that you couldn’t ignore. “I don’t know what happened, I don’t know why you walked away, but I know that I haven’t stopped loving you for a second.”

The words hit you with a force you didn’t expect. Tears filled your eyes, and for a moment, all you wanted was to run to him and tell him you were sorry, that you loved him, that you never stopped.

But the fear was still there, like a shadow you couldn’t shake.

“Matt, I can’t…” you murmured, and you watched as the glimmer of hope in his eyes slowly faded.

He nodded, taking a step back, as if he understood there was nothing more to say.

“It’s okay.” His voice was soft, but the sadness was evident. “I just wanted you to know.”

And with those words, he turned and began to walk, leaving you alone once again, with the sound of the river and the echo of what could have been.

You watched him walk away, and a part of you wanted to run after him, to scream his name and ask for another chance. But your feet remained planted on the ground, unable to move.

When you finally turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, you felt like you were carrying with you not only the weight of your own regrets, but also that of his love, a love you never knew how to accept, but one you would always carry with you.

And as you walked away, the city seemed darker, emptier, as if it knew that, this time, there would be no turning back.

⛧°。 ⋆༺ ✮ ༻⋆。 °⛧

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