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THEIR GIGGLES STILL SOUND THE SAMEEE OMG IM SOBBINGGG 😭😭

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DILF!CHRIS DILF!CHRIS DILF!CHRIS

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wheres the video……..

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sososososo cute wtf :((

ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ

…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳

The meeting drags on longer than anyone expects, with voices murmuring over spreadsheets and budgets. Her eyes are starting to flutter shut as the clock ticks past 5pm, and despite the hum of conversation around her, she can’t seem to keep her focus. The room’s too warm, and her head feels heavy. Her eyes slip closed, her chin slowly dropping until it rests lightly on Matt’s shoulder.

Matt notices instantly. His eyes flicker down at her, and for a moment, he just lets the quiet moment hang between them. It’s like a butterfly has landed on his shoulder, gentle, delicate. He stays still, not wanting to disturb her, the weight of her head feeling oddly comforting against him.

He lets her rest, not wanting to disturb her, but as the meeting finally starts to wind down, he gently taps her arm. “Hey,” he murmurs, leaning in slightly, “time to go home.”

She stirs, blinking against the soft light as she wakes up, her head still resting on him for a beat longer than she realises. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she quickly sits up, clearing her throat. “Oh, uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. On you.”

Matt chuckles softly, a playful glint in his eyes. “It’s alright. You looked like you needed the rest.” He glances at the clock. “It’s been an okay day, hasn’t it?”

She straightens, blinking, and then glances at Matt, still shy. “Yeah…pretty good,” her voice drags as she stands up from her chair, straightening her skirt.

He stands up too, stretching. She meets his gaze for a split second longer than usual, and Matt can’t help but wonder how she’s feeling. He imagines it like a soft thread. A soft pull.

Before either of them can say anything more, everyone starts to file out of the room, desperate to leave. For the first time, she realises she doesn’t really want to go home.

thank u @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3

a/n: love these two

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Homework😪. I needa work on my drafts though

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FANTASTIC, i need more

bf!hamzah x f!reader

swf and nswf headcannons

a/n: i obviously dont personally know hamzah or how he acts irl, just let me yap in peace!

SFW

- lets say him and martin are filming at his place and you walk into the kitchen, he stares. he stares hard— completely tuning out everything martin is saying from the moment you enter the room till the moment you leave

- i feel like hes the type of guy to never call you by your name unless youre arguing like its always mama, baby, babe, etc

- spamming your phone while youre busy doing literally anything (lets say you dont live together in this one) in the shower, working, reading, etc? this mans blowing up your phone he just misses you :(

- i feel like he really likes to just do stuff for you, no matter how big or small. had a rough day? hes catering to you like a maid. your feet get tired while walking? hes carrying you. he serves you yk?

- dude is always waking up laying on your chest or with his head in the crook of your neck

- in public he’s more laid back with the pda, small touches on the thigh, holding hands, a kiss maybe but once youre alone hes stuck to you. snuggled up close to you while watching a tv show, legs tangled under the fluffy blanket he got you for your birthday 🥹

- red and blue (his cats) like you more than him and it drives him nuts

- his favorite thing in the world to do is take you out. im talking anywhere from the icecream shop down the street to an amusement park 5 hours away, he just loves to spend quality time with you as long as youre both having fun. you both get sad whenever he is busy filming or editing, hed rather be with you

- he likes to send pictures or videos throughout the day, just so you can know what hes up to. you start doing the same the longer you date

- i really think he likes to match with you. you two are going somewhere? every color of clothing down the the socks and underwear are the same color. overkill? maybe… who cares, he loves it

- you guys connect a lot with eachother by music. music is apart of almost every aspect of your lives together, while cleaning, driving, partying, even sleeping. hes pretty attentive to the music you listen to and has at least one playlist he based off of your music taste as well as songs that remind him of you

- he talks about you a lot when you arent around, theres so much footage of him that either him or his editors have to cut out of him just rambling about you to martin (martin does the same about mandy)

- you guys are snackers. to theeeeee max. always munching on something whenever youre together and trying new restaurants is such a pastime for you guys

NSFW

- boi get the hell outta here boi

- when you get high together you always end up having sex, i feel like when hes high around you hes immediately turned on

- before you moved in sooooo much sexting. he talks that talk. big time— emphasis on big

- hes a talker during sex. not like full convo but he loves to praise (and he loves getting praised even more, you tell him hes doing good and hes basically coming) and to talk you through it. he exclaims a lot too. “youre doing so good” “baby please-“ “make me feel s’good” ahhhhh

- theres definitely been a few times where youd both be angry with one another and fucked it out of your systems

- he likes to tease you if he knows youre in the mood. you are laying on the couch together and your body language shows how youre feeling and he just starts rubbing his hands everywhere but where you want them (someone assassinate me)

- i think he gets caught a lot looking down at your chest whenever youre trying to speak to him. i knowwww hes just imagining some crazy stuff

- this boy loves to kiss, making out turns him on sm i cant— not just kissing your lips but your body too. he adorns your chest, your neck, your arms, thighs, everything with kisses and the occasional hickey

- hes definitely a dom (a soft!dom at least) but the noises he makes… hes so vocal and thats one of your favorite things about him. if dom why sub shaped 😕

- lazy sex is super often but sometimes you both are needy but too lazy for lazy sex, you love dry humping. hamzah is busy editing at 2 am, youre both practically asleep but youre on his thigh getting yourself off and rubbing his hard-on with your hand

- he loves both giving and receiving head, prob more on the receiving side but isnt everyone?

- he really likes to hold you if that makes sense. if youre riding him his arms are around your waist, just stuff like that. during sex he wants to be as close as possible

- he really likes to come on your thighs or inside of you (he likes to be safe. wrap before you tap.) his favorite part of you is your thighs, no matter if you hate them or love them. he also likes when he comes in your mouth, youre more of a fan of this one but he likes it because you enjoy it

okay im done bye bye

[ifwdominicfike]

Ache

Summary: After boxing practice, Hamzah finds himself at your mercy

MINORS DNI!!! sub boxer!hamzah. established relationship, pwp, bruises, teasing, slight painplay, handjob

“That is an impressive bruise,” 

Hamzah pauses, towel in hand, his hair still a little damp as he turns to look at you. You’re already in your pyjamas, all snuggled up and ready for bed.

“Thank you,” Hamzah grins, glancing down at himself. He can’t help but preen a little, he’d definitely earned that bruise. The mark was roughly the size of a fist, deep purple in the middle, slowly turning yellow-green around the edges.

“I didn’t mean it as a compliment,” you scold, frowning. “You need to be more careful.”

“It’s not my fault,” Hamzah grumbles, the towel slipping slightly where it hangs low around his waist.

"What happened, anyway?" Your eyes were still boring into the colorful mark on Hamzah’s abdomen, and his skin seemed to be heating up under your gaze. It makes the bruise throb that little bit harder.

"I was sparring with my coach." 

You huff, “and you let him use you as a punching bag?”

“Okay, first of all, I didn’t let him,” Hamzah scoffs and moves to sit beside you on the bed, wincing slightly as he leans against the headboard. "And second, that’s kinda how sparring works."

You don’t look amused. Without warning, you reach out and press your fingertips against the bruise, testing the tenderness. Hamzah sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, muscles tightening beneath your touch.

"Does it hurt?" 

"It's fine," he insists, but Hamzah was blushing now. His gaze flickers to your eyes, then down to your mouth.

"So it doesn't hurt?" You raise an eyebrow, and dig in a little harder.

Hamzah squirms, pressing his thighs together, his toes curling. His stomach jumps beneath your touch, and despite the pain, he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he seems rooted in place, his towel shifting slightly.

"It hurts, obviously," he mutters. "But it's not more than I can take." His hands slide up to your neck, fingers curling at the nape as he pulls you down toward him. When he kisses you, he tastes the faint, lingering mint of toothpaste.

You kiss him back, but your finger stays pressed firmly against his bruise. Hamzah’s breath stutters, his abs flexing involuntarily. Your teeth dig into his lower lip and he moans, arching his back to press himself closer. The pain echoes through him in a loop, sparking along his nerves, making his skin prickle. 

"You know what I think?" You whisper against his mouth.

Hamzah lets out a breathy chuckle. "You've never held back from telling me in the past." 

"And you’ve never complained before," you counter, fingers trailing down his side before pinching his ribs, just above the bruise. A moan slips past Hamzah’s lips before he can stop it.

"I think you like it," you murmur, watching him carefully.

Hamzah swallows, his eyes darting away. "Maybe," he mumbles, suddenly avoiding your gaze. “Possibly.”

Your other hand finds his chin, fingers firm as you tilt his face back toward you. “If you don’t admit you like it, I won’t keep doing it,” you say, your voice calm, unwavering. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t enjoy.”

Before he can respond, you pinch his thigh between two knuckles. Hamzah gasps, his hips jerking forward instinctively, chasing the sensation before he can stop himself. His breath comes out uneven, fingers flexing against your skin as if grasping for control. “Okay, fine,” he bites out, his voice rough, unsteady. “I like it.”

You smirk, letting your fingers linger. “Masochist.”

Hamzah exhales a shaky chuckle, his gaze dark and hooded. “Only for you.”

You oh-so-sweetly instruct him to remove the towel, your voice a stark contrast to the hunger in your eyes. Your hand hovers between the both of you, fingers outstretched. “Spit.”

He doesn’t hesitate. His breath is warm against your skin as he obeys, the act making his pulse race. Hamzah groans as he watches you bring your hand to your own mouth, mixing his spit with yours, slow and deliberate. His breathing turns shallow, anticipation thick in the air.

Then, you close your fist around him.

Hamzah’s head tips back, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat. “Fuck,” he breathes, his body tensing beneath you, completely at your mercy.

You smirk, applying just a little more pressure to the bruise, watching the way his lips part, his eyes dark with something raw and unfiltered. His hips twitch beneath your touch, seeking more friction, more of anything you’re willing to give him.

His hips twitch, chasing the sensation, his stomach tensing beneath your hand.

Hamzah chokes on a moan, his body torn between the sharp, aching throb of pain and the pleasure that has him unraveling beneath you. His fingers dig into the sheets, his head tipping back, exposing the long line of his throat.

"Sensitive," you muse, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the bruise as your strokes continue, teasing and unrelenting.

His breath shudders. "You—" His words break off as you tighten your grip, your thumb gliding over the tip of his cock in a way that has his entire body tensing. 

Hamzah groans, his thighs clenching as he loses himself in the push and pull of sensation, the pleasure amplified by every sharp press of your fingers, every calculated stroke.

He’s falling apart in your hands, completely at your mercy. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You like this,” you whisper, lips ghosting over his jaw, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

Hamzah groans, his hips jerking into your touch. “You already made me admit that.”

You chuckle, dragging your teeth lightly over his pulse point. “I just like hearing it.”

His breath stutters when you tighten your grip, shifting the pace ever so slightly. The tension in his body coils, his thighs tensing, his fingers digging into the sheets as he fights to stay still under your touch.

Hamzah can't tell where the pain ends and the pleasure begins anymore. The lines blur, and it’s like he's drowning in both sensations at once.

"You’re so wet," you mutter, your voice thick with lust. "This really got you worked up, huh?" His head falls back against the pillows, his grip on your wrist tightening as if he’s trying to anchor himself to reality. Your strokes are faster now while your other hand stays pressed against his bruised skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.

“For you,” Hamzah stutters, his breath shallow, voice strained.

You chuckle, low and amused, watching him unravel beneath you.

“I should’ve made you come untouched," you murmur, your fingers brushing over his skin lightly. “It would’ve been so fun to watch.”

Hamzah’s breath hitches, a soft whine escaping his lips, his body arching toward you.

“It’s okay,” you whisper with a smirk, “Next time, though.”

Now that… that sends him over the edge.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna-“ Hamzah’s breathing is ragged, his body straining under your touch as he chases the sensation, desperate for release. You don’t give him an inch of room to catch his breath, the fast rhythm of your hand unrelenting

His eyes meet yours, filled with a raw vulnerability, a silent plea for more, for everything.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this, Hamzah” you coo, your voice barely above a breath. You press a soft kiss to his throat before giving his bruise one last, deliberate press. Hamzah chokes on a gasp, his body trembling as he gives himself fully to you.

His body jerks beneath as he comes all over your hand. You slow your movements, drawing out every last moment, feeling him pulse in your hand as his breath steadies.

You kiss him softly, gently. His hands find your face, pulling you closer, savouring the tenderness. Your lips taste like salt and mint, and he loses himself in the quiet connection, the only sound now the steady beat of your hearts.

After a long moment, Hamzah pulls back, his eyes half-lidded, a satisfied grin curling at the edges of his mouth.

“That was... insane,” he breathes, his voice still rough. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering against your skin.

“How are you feeling?” You reach over to the nightstand and pluck a few tissues from the box to clean your hand. 

“Sore,” Hamzah mumbles, pulling you on top of him, holding you close. “But so, so good.”

You smile, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

“Next time I’m definitely going rougher on you.”

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FOR ME FOR ME FOR ME

more sub!matt

wet sucking sounds filled the cold room along with a harmony of soft moans. your boyfriends mouth wrapped around your hard nipples, licking and sucking at the soft flesh. your hands tangled into his hair to hold his head in place and to hold him closer somehow. the weight of was your bodies sinking the mattress down, and matt starting to rut his hips against the surface wasn't helping either. in fact it was causing the bed to start squeaking noisily. "ne-need more — oh—please", he whined into your skin, nearly biting your nipple off.

no vocal response was heard from you, you didn't think he deserved it from the vagueness of his statement, just asking for more with no specifics. instead you pulled on his hair, erupting a whimper and a flash of his blue eyes. "ow" he breathed, removing his mouth from your boob. "m'sorry i just need your boobs wa—want to fuck them". you scoff at him before responding "you like them that much that you'd rather get off that way then fucking me?". a trick question essentially but you knew he'd say anything to get what he wanted. a hesitant nod was all he could give, your harsh gaze was intimidating.

hearing his confession you let go of his disheveled hair and pushed his body away. he awkwardly sat up while you moved around on the bed, adjusting your posture so he could straddle you. "are you mad? y-you can fuck me if you want — you kinda pushed me hard and i-i just" he stutters, twiddling with his fingers as he looks at you with a pout. finishing your loud adjusting you look at him as if he was dumb but still with a pinch of sympathy— he was so sensitive. "you said you wanted to fuck them didn't you? what does it look like i'm doing" you remind, pulling him towards you.

"ri-right" he muttered, crawling toward you. his eager movements shook the bed slightly as he let you lead him to your stomach. "you're not humping me so i would suggest you take your pants off" you point out, looking at his fully clothed legs. his brain was clearly scattered, he was looking at you dumbfounded as if he didn't understand what you were saying but still following your instructions. stripped out of his boxers and jeans he was on full display for you. "spit" you instruct, feeling too lazy to get the lube.

gripping his aching cock, he let a few clear drops hit the soft skin and proceeded to stroke himself a few times. "good boy now come" you praise, waving your hand at him. he quickly moves to straddle you, whipping his legs around your body to cage you in. "you're so pretty" he breathes, hands wandering around your chest. resting a hand on his waist, you encourage him to start moving "are you just gonna look or do what you've been begging to"

nodding eagerly matt moves his cock closer as you push your boobs together, giving him an entry point. his breath hitched and your back arched as you felt his cold spit guide his cock smoothly through the valley of your breasts. your fingers toy with your nipples, distracting matt momentarily from fucking you. drool was spilling from his lips onto his shirt, as he ogles over your boobs. looking down at his cock you realize how close it is to your mouth. and you wanted a taste. dating your tongue out you kitten lick the precum off him. he moans loudly before pulling back to thrust into the valley again.

"feels so—oh so good" he whimpers, thrusting with desperation. you take deep breaths to try to contain yourself as his movements jiggle your boobs in every direction. soft moans continuously leave his parted lips, fingers dig into your shoulder and his hips push into you quicker — all signs of an impending orgasm. you were determined to get him there. you held your boobs closer and coated your nipple and his cock with your spit. "gonna cum from my boobs?" you coo, looking up at him with a grin, egging him on.

for avery! @ifwdominicfike

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WYDDDD

TRYING TO WORK ON MY DRAFTSSS 😭, WYDDDD

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HIII

HIIIIIIII

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YES.

You Don’t Own Me

P1 P2

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: Mentions of drinking and being drunk.

A/N: Second chapter!!! Ya'll don't understand how invested I am in this series omfg...buckle up, get strapped in <333

With love and big tits, Rose

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P2: Dog Knows Best

wc: 1500+

I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Chris was such a hypocrite, but instead of calling him out for it, I questioned why he didn’t take his damn dog on his late night walk. 

The classroom is cold, the fluorescent lights shining down on the desks. At least they were the individual desks, not just one big table. I hated those. Personal space was hard to come by in school and the single table desks gave just the slightest bit more–and I need that right now. 

“Do you wanna partner up?” Shawn asks, tapping on my shoulder from behind me as the teacher's lecture comes to a halt. I really should be paying attention. But instead I was criticizing myself about the conversation I had on Friday night–even though my shower wall had an earful of everything I should’ve said all weekend. 

My eyes squint, my tongue running over the ridges of my teeth. “Are you serious?” I huff. 

Shawn shrugs, his face falling with confusion. 

“You got drunk on Friday–-after you promised to drive,”

“I still offered! You’re being so uptight, I only had a couple drinks. Geez,” he states. 

Rolling my eyes, I swivel back towards the front. I’d rather do the whole entire project alone than partner with him–not that it’d be much of a difference. Shawn wasn’t exactly the brightest. He didn’t care about grades, he only cared that he was able to play on the football team. 

“Okay, does everyone have a partner?” Mr. Ryes calls out. 

I bite into my lower lip, slowly lifting my hand. “Can I just do it alone-”

“Nope, no,” he rudely cuts off. “Does anyone else not have a partner?” 

My ears burn, my throat becoming tighter as I hear an eerie silence. 

“I don’t.” 

The unfamiliar voice makes my head turn. I vaguely see the guy on the other side of the classroom, his face seemingly familiar. He looks just like Chris. Well, close, but not exact. I guess all white guys look the same. 

“Perfect, you’ll be partners.” Mr. Ryes claps his hands together, shuffling papers as he looks towards the school clock hanging on the wall. “We have only a couple minutes left. Talk to your partners. There will not be class time to work on this project, plan accordingly.” 

Students shuffle around the room. I start to grab my stuff, preparing to move towards my partner. A pair of shoes coming into view makes me look up. He really looks like Chris. 

“I–uh, we can just stay here,” he says, scratching the back of his neck before settling his bag onto the floor, sliding into the desk next to me. 

“Um–okay, do you…” My hands clench tightly together. Maybe I should’ve just partnered with Shawn. 

“Here,” he holds his phone out, the keyboard popping up on a blank ‘create a contact’ screen. 

Quickly, I type my number in the bar, handing the device back to him. 

“I’m Matt by the way,” he says, shutting his phone off and placing it in his lap. His eyes are focused on the desk in front of him as he lets his fingers tap against the surface. 

“I’m Y/n.” 

The crease between my brows deepens. Matt’s nice. It’s refreshing, but odd. 

“Do you wanna get started today? You can come over or we can work at your place-”

“Is yours okay?” I ask, letting out a sigh of relief as he nods. Being at home was the last thing I wanted to do right now. My brother was visiting from community college–and Baylen wasn’t exactly happy whenever I came around. I didn’t understand why, but it’s always been like that. 

Backpack zippers echo in the room. I glance down at my phone. Class will be out any minute. My stomach twists in knots, the anxiety of the rush already settling in. 

“Do you want to just head to my place now? Well, after school,” he states. My nails pinch into my inner palm as people stand up, brushing past me. “I can drive you back here later if your car is here.” 

“Yeah, we can do that. And, I walk so no worries–” 

My body recoils at the sound of the bell. The slight sweat coating my hands makes me grimace as I slide my palms against the fabric of my jeans. 

The second I try to step forward, I feel a slight tug on my sweatshirt. I turn around, seeing Matt looking at me with wide eyes. “I–-I don’t really want to play bumper cars in the halls.” He lets out a breathy laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Do you wanna just wait a minute and then we’ll go?”

Thank fuck. 

___

My heart stopped when Matt pulled up to his house—the same familiar fence I pet Trevor through just a couple days ago. Just my luck.

“I just need to clean up my room a little bit and then we can work in there,” he says. 

Matt unlocks the door, holding it open for me as I walk through. I hear the patter of light trots on the wooden floor. My eyes drift down, my lips curling as I crouch down, the wagging tail thumping against the wooden floor. 

“Hi, cutie!” I praise, laughing as Trevor nuzzles himself closer to me. 

“Are you kidding me?” 

Of course he had to be home. 

“Why are you in my house?” Chris asks, his arms folded across his chest as he glares down at me with squinted eyes.

Matt looks between the both of us. “We’re partners for a project…?” he remarks, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m gonna go clean up a bit, I’ll be back in a minute.” 

As Matt walks off, a wave of silence uncomfortably weighs down in the air. My eyes wander around the home, dust apparent on the few picture frames, pillows sloppily tossed on the couch with an unfolded blanket laid across the sofa. 

“I can’t believe this.” Chris huffs while rolling his eyes. 

“Trust me, I don’t like this either,” I mumble, returning my attention to Trevor. 

“Trevor.” The dog perks at the mention of his name, looking towards Chris. “C’mon. Let’s go,” he directs. 

A thump echoes as Trevor sprawls on the floor, laying down as if he had melted under my touch. My lips tighten as I try to hold back a laugh. I look up, biting on my lip as I see Chris’s face scrunch with distaste. 

Chris watches, unimpressed. “Trevor, come here.”

Trevor’s tail wags harder, but he doesn’t move.

Chris’s eyes narrow. “Trevor.”

Still, nothing.

I smirk, patting Trevor’s head. “Looks like he has better taste than you do.”

Chris’s jaw tenses. “You’re in my house, and my dog is ignoring me for you?”

“Maybe he just knows who the better person is.”

Chris lets out a sharp laugh. “Oh, please. The last time I saw you, you were wandering around at two in the morning like an idiot.”

“And yet, here I am. Completely fine. Thriving, even.”

Chris runs a hand through his hair, exhaling through his nose. “Trevor. Seriously.”

Trevor looks at him. Blinks. Then curls up in my lap.

Chris throws his hands up. “Unbelievable.”

I grin, settling comfortably on the floor. “You know, maybe he’s just paying you back for naming him Trevor.”

Chris narrows his eyes. “You’re so annoying.”

“Thank you.”

Chris remains standing, arms crossed tightly over his chest, watching me with a mix of frustration and something else I can’t quite place. His stare is unwavering, heated, like he’s trying to decide whether I am a genuine threat or just a nuisance he can’t shake.

I lean back on my hands, looking up at him smugly. “So. Should I get comfortable? Seems like I’m Trevor’s favorite now.”

Chris mutters something under his breath, his jaw clenching as he takes a step forward like he wants to snatch Trevor away—but the dog only nestles deeper into my lap.

Trevor lets out a soft sigh, completely content, and I swear I see a flicker of betrayal cross Chris’s face before he rolls his eyes dramatically.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” he grumbles. “Trevor gets bored easily.”

I shrug, running my fingers through the dog’s fur. “Seems pretty happy to me.”

Chris lets out a humorless chuckle, running a hand over his face like he’s already exhausted by me. “You’re seriously the worst person to walk through that door.”

I grin. “And yet, here I am. Thriving.”

He lets out an exasperated groan before turning on his heel, muttering something about Matt being a traitor as he storms off.

Trevor stays put, his tail wagging lazily.

I scratch behind his ears, smiling to myself.

This is going to be fun.

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“matt will post a personal youtube video!!” i say as they drag me into the asylum.

[ifwdominicfike]

these pictures omg …….

Middle part Matt just hits DIFFERENT tho

Like you had to be there

[ifwdominicfike]

i ate so hard with this actually ughhhh

you embarrassed dilf!matt with your whining when out christmas shopping with him and now he has plans for when you two get home..

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“when can we go home, m’feet hurtttt” is what matt has heard maybe over 50 times in the past hour, to be fair — he did warn you about the extensive amount of time he would be out searching for gifts but you didn’t think he would take this long. your feet were killing you, you guess wearing your mary janes wasn’t the brightest idea to have.

“sweet girl please, just another 30 minutes and we’ll be on our way out okay?” matt said, trying his best not to let any annoyance slip in between those words. “b-but you said that 30 minutes ago!!” you grumble and slump into him like a toddler, which wouldn’t have been a problem if it was just you and matt alone since he’s now used to your bratty behavior but there was a few more than a couple of people around who gave you odd looks.

“my love- cut it out, people are staring.” his tone now stern and assertive, which makes you stand up straight and look behind you to find the amount of judgmental looks you had gotten.

your face now a bright shade of red as you begin to hide your in his neck, breathing in the small hints of mahogany and vanilla — which somewhat calms your nerves. you two finally leave the mall and are on your way home, you’re now sitting with your hands in your lap and matt is gripping onto the wheel which makes you clench your thighs and your mind begin to wander. all of that is interrupted when you hear matt speak up.

“can’t believe you, embarrassing me acting like a whiny little brat. couldn’t even wait 30 more minutes, you’re in for it when we get home.” he says not even glancing over at you, you’re heart starts to race at the possible ways tonight could go but that only makes a familiar wet patch start to form in your lacy panties.

he looks over to see you in you’re own world fantasizing about later tonight but that doesn’t last long.

“y’hear me? what are you smiling about over there?” the car abruptly stops at the red light and he grips onto your chin so your now face to face with him. “c’mon doll, tell me. or ya’ too shy to?” he laughs before letting go of your face. “y’really think m’gonna give you what you want huh?” he laughs once more before driving again when the light turns green.

thats when you knew you were really in for it tonight.

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AHHHSHUS

Oxytocin ⛓ M. Sturniolo

"Go on Cherry, get to work."

⟢ NSFW AHEAD!! Blindfolds, butt plug, slapping, vibrators, dildos, nipple clamps, being tied up, overstimulation, sugar daddy Matt, asshole Matt, if I forgot something plz let me know.

This idea sparked from a post I saw on Twitter, but also this persona of Matt has some inspo from @luvs4matt dilf Matt! divider cred @bernardsbendystraws

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, her chest rising and falling in shaky patterns. She couldn’t see anything, the makeshift blindfold made out of one of his many ties preventing her from seeing what he was doing.

She knew he was staring at her, she could feel his hungry and angry eyes on her naked body, she just didn’t know where he was looking.

Was he looking at the drool running out of her mouth and down her chin from the ball gag? Was he looking at the weighted clamps dangling on her nipples? Maybe he was looking at the red rope binding her arms together behind her back and running across her body?

It should have been embarrassing, being naked, gagged, and tied up, on display for him and anyone else in his office building to see. However, for her it wasn’t embarrassing, it was liberating - It was exciting.

So exciting that her wetness was dripping down on to the carpeted floor, a thin and slimy string still connected to her folds.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?”

Her instincts tell her to follow his voice, to turn her head and try to locate him in the room - She knew better.

If she even moved an inch from fourth position, her punishment would be worse, and she was already in for a long night.

She doesn’t answer him, not that she could anyway, the ball gag preventing her from doing so. More shuffling is heard before she feels him looming over her, his energy radiating dominance.

She whimpers in pain, feeling his hand snake itself into her hair, gripping at her roots and yanking her head back. She blinks frivolously, the lights in the office temporarily blinding her as he rips the blindfold off.

Their eyes connected and she could see the pissed-off and hungry expression in his eyes. He says nothing, simply staring down at her as he allows one of his hands to caress her face.

A shocked noise escapes behind the ball gag, her eyes clenching shut as a sharp sting is felt against her cheek. She breathes harshly as she looks up at him once more, “You embarrassed me Cherry, you know how I feel about that.”

She gives a muffled apology, hoping he would go easy on her. “I don’t care for your noises-" he lets go of her head and pushes her forward.

"Sixth position."

He watches as she does her best to move, the restraints preventing her from moving freely. He licks his lips before pulling a small black bag out of his pocket, the velvet material in his hand feeling soft. He reaches inside and pulls out a butt plug that has a ruby-red jewel on the end.

He kneels on one leg and swipes the metal along her folds, using her own juices as makeshift lube. She shudders at the cold feeling, closing her eyes as she waits for his next move.

He removes the butt plug from her cunt and starts prodding at her hole, gently pushing the plug in. He watches the way her body tenses, her hands making a fist at the semi-new feeling.

She relaxes once it's all the way in, Matt admiring the work of art in front of him before landing a firm slap to her ass. He grabs a handful of her hair and yanks on it as he stands up, moving in front of her.

He forces her to look up at him, soon forcing her face into his crotch, his hard bulge rubbing against her face.

Suddenly he yanks her back, forcing her to look down at the ground. Her eyes widen seeing the devices strapped to his left leg.

A dildo and a vibrator.

"Here's what's going to happen sweetheart-" she winces as he drags her restrained body towards his desk, her knees dragging along the carpet floor. He sits down in his chair, manspreading as he gets comfortable.

Her heart beats quickly as he pours himself a glass of whiskey, lighting a cigar in the process. He takes a puff of the cigar, blowing out a thin veil of smoke before looking down at her again.

"Since you want to be a whore and embarrass me in front of my colleagues, you're going to ride my shoe, and get yourself off until I tell you to stop."

He watches the way her body shakes. He knew it wasn't of fright, it was more so embarrassment and excitement. He takes a swig of his drink before leaning back in his chair, "Go on Cherry, get to work."

He makes no move to help her, watching as she struggles to hover over the dildo attached to his dress shoe due to her arms being tied up behind her back. She slowly sinks down, her eyelids fluttering at the sensation of being stretched out.

As soon as she bottoms out, Matt reaches down and presses the button on the vibrator, chuckling at the way her eyes fly open. She falls forward, her face resting against his knee as she moans out.

"Tsk tsk tsk, none of that sweetheart." He taps his foot slightly, the dildo beginning to move in and out of the girls weeping cunt. "I'm not going to do all of the work, you wanted to fuck so bad, get yourself off."

She breathes heavily, the vibrator already being too much for her to handle, but she does as told. Her hips begin to rut against his shoe, her body leaning against his leg for support.

He watches with looming eyes, taking the occasional sip of his whiskey and puff of his cigar.

This whole scene was degrading, something straight out of those fake pornos. But this wasn't fake, no - This was the true experience, the raw and real version of a dom and sub dynamic.

She whimpers as the nipple clamps brush along his dress pants, tugging at her sore nipples, drawing her closer and closer to her first orgasm of the night.

She's able to ride it out, her hips continuing to rock back and forth, but the pleasure doesn't stop. She lets out a broken moan feeling the vibrations grow stronger, Matt reaching down and turning it up once more.

She lets out a long groan, her whole body tensing as her clit remains stimulated. She shudders against him, sweat forming along her body from the heat in the office. Her body was on fire, every nerve in her body being overstimulated.

"Come on sweetheart, don't tell me you can't handle a second orgasm." He taunts, starting to tap his foot once again. He knew she was a bit more sensitive than usual, the multiple glasses of wine going straight to her core, causing them to be in this situation.

Her nails dig into her palms, the hot coil in her stomach forming once again and already set to snap. Her eyes roll back as another orgasm washes over her, a shaky groan being muffled by the ball gag.

She braces herself, waiting for him to turn the vibrator up once again, but it doesn't come. He keeps the vibrator on the same setting, the only difference is, he forces her to sit up straight.

He leans forward, his eyes set on the pair of nipple clamps attached to her breast. He tugs on one of the clamps, watching the way her body quivers at the pain.

He scoops both of her breasts up in his hand, watching the way her face relaxes the tiniest bit, only to drop them just as quick.

She groans at the feeling, the gravity of her breasts dropping causing the clamps to tug harshly at her sore nipples. He does this a few more times, occasionally slapping them as well as tugging, watching the way her tears of pain and pleasure stroll down her cheeks.

"Look at you, all fucked out and pathetic and I haven't even fucked you. You're getting off on my shoe like a whore in heat." He caresses her face gently before landing a harsh slap, enjoying her muffled noises.

He turns the vibrator up again and yanks the ball gag out of her mouth, her moans only getting louder.

"Are you sorry?"

"Y-ye-" She cuts herself off with another moan, her body falling against his leg once again. "Answer me Cherry, you know I don't like disobedience." He looks up at him through her tears, eyes glossy and lips parted. He coos gently before turning the vibrator up all the way.

"Answer me Cherry. Are you sorry?"

"Yes!" she sobs out, her whole body shaking against him. She looks possessed, the way her eyes continue to roll back and her eyelids flutter.

"Good. Give me two more and I might let your punishment be over." She sobs at his sadistic words, knowing she doesn't have a choice, she could only obey.

She does her best to breathe through it, letting out long and loud groans as her clit and gummy walls continue to be stimulated.

That coil begins to form again, but something was different this time. Her body began to feel hot, a nauseating hot that made her heave. Her arms begged to be free, a sense of panic washing over her as she tugged the restraints.

She had stopped her hip movement by now, sitting still and letting the vibrations run through her.

Matt feels his chest lurch as she lets out a scream, the sound of splashing being heard.

She squirted.

For the first time ever, she squirted.

He's quick to turn the vibrator off, scooping her up from under her arms and gently pulling her off the dildo. He holds her in his lap, whispering firm yet soft praises as he quickly unties the red rope pressing against her skin.

She shudders in his arms, her body twitching as she tries to catch her breath.

"Shhh, it's ok. You did so well, taking your punishment like a good girl," she whines in protest, managing to let out a slurred sentence.

"D-didn't cum tw-"

"Don't worry about that. You did good, so good squirting for me."

For the next half hour, he soothes her, massaging her thighs and back knowing she's tense and aching. Once her tears had stopped and her breathing was even, he looked down at her.

"I'm going to have my driver take you back to my place, ok? I'm going to go give my rounds of goodbyes, then meet you. We can lay in the bath as long as you want and I'll pamper you."

She hums lazily, still too fucked out to even comprehend what he was saying. He kisses her forehead before helping her stand up, grabbing her dress from the desk and slipping it on as well as her heels, purposely leaving the butt plug in.

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