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[ifwdominicfike]

⋆˚࿔ false god ⟢

letting matt worship you.

the summer air blew inside your room from the cracked window, your curtains flowing freely and open, letting the street lights shine in your direction, adding color to your dark room that was filled with soft sighs and love.

matt laid between your legs on your comforter, kissing your hipbone ever so gently, looking up at you through his bright blue eyes. he wasn’t trying to tease you, he just wanted to take his time with you, appreciate this special moment that meant something to the both of you.

you watch as his lashes flutter against his cheek, his kisses move downwards, pecking each of your inner thighs before placing a lingering kiss on your clothed core, his face pulling inches away to hook his fingers on the waistband of your panties.

“bet your sweet pussy looks so pretty.” he mumbles as he drags them down, a tiny hum of appreciation rumbling down his throat at the wet sight. “god, look at her. i was right… cute little cunt.”

you’re a squirming mess, your breath rigged and your hands clamping the sheets, one of them nervously moving to brush a strand away from his gorgeous face. “keep going… please.” you whisper, a tiny gasp being choked away as his finger meets your bud, rubbing small cricles.

“i will hold on, sweetheart. jus’ wanna admire her.” his hot breath hits your heat, awakening your body by sending shivers down your spine, leaving goosebumps on your thighs and arms. “gotta be real gentle, she’s sensitive right now.”

you start to whine, your neediness causing your doe eyes to water, looking so glossy and bright. he pulls a soft moan out of you as he plunges in two fingers, his tongue darting into your folds, tasting you. “shh, baby, i got you… god, this pussy tastes so sweet.”

you arch your back, letting him devour you gently, your fingers brushing through his hair while his large hand roams over your chest, groping you through your babydoll dress. your head felt foggy, his tongue kept lapping at your puffy folds and your clit, wrapping his lips around the mound and sucking gently, your body twitching.

it sends you over the edge,“o-ooh, baby. matt that feels so good, mhm!” you sob, vision blurry, almost white as your orgasm washes you away, squirting all over his fingers that were still stuffed in your cunt, coating his chin. he’s attached to you like a moth to a flame, licking your arousal, swallowing it all with no care in the world. “too much!”

he’s drunk off you, his eyes closed, suckling noises meeting your overstimulated cries. “i know i know, princess, but she tastes so delicious.” he blabs, humming against you, the vibrations making your thighs twitch, your clad feet now resting on his shoulders.

he pulls away, lower face glistening as he takes in your disheveled appearance; cheeks rosy pink, pouty lips bruised, and your lashes damped. “look at you, doll… made to be worshipped.”

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ he’s so false god coded. pussy appreciation mhm 🙂‍↕️

for. @sturnsrecord because she loves false god and because this will make her write for stoner!matt !!!!! (pls)

[ifwdominicfike]

and if my heatless curls come out like shit i WILL be deactivating

[ifwdominicfike]

im slowly fading away from this app

[ifwdominicfike]

i hate having the slightest crush on a girl, im going fucking insane bc she hasn’t seen my story 💔💔

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am i the only one that’s like KINDAAA icked out abt that matt clip in new video where hes all like “whats up? whats up?” to that guy on the road?? idk like yeah hes hot but like IDK I KINDA CRINGED AT IT 😭😭😭

[ifwdominicfike]

hot girls ate alone at lunch in school </3

Eating lunch alone at school AGIAN. get me out of here💔

i’ve been there before it sucks 💔💔 sorry girl

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why did this flop </3 my babies do NOT deserve this

how guitarist!matt and girlygirl!reader met and instantly hit it off

── .✦. ──

you were only returning a book, just quick in and out. until a new added record shelf caught your eye and you obviously couldn’t resist, so after slipping the book in the return box you quickly made your way to the shelf.

your eyes widen, you felt like a kid in a candy store, excitement filled you as your eyes scanned the rows and crates filled with some of your favorite records ever.

not too long after someone steps a couple feet away from you, from the corner of your eye you see tousled brown hair with a blue jean jacket. you didn’t pay any mind to him, but he was kinda cute .. anyway!

you couldn’t resist picking up a few new pieces to add to your collection, as you’re going through the stack in your hands you hear his voice. “hey uh- i saw on that sign over there when i walked in that if you get 5 of those its like way cheap” he goes to move the headphones off his head so he can hear you. “oh- uh thank you! i appreciate that” you give him a soft smile and search over the sea of genre’s in front of you.

he quickly nods and settles the headphones back on correctly, you look over to see him pluck one of your favorite albums out from the back of the shelf. you quickly read the title and blurt out, “i love the smiths!” a charming smile plastered across your face and he turns towards you, “im sorry?” with a hint of concern in his voice, “i said i love the smiths” you repeat, nodding over the vinyl resting in his pale hands.

“oh yeah- me too! one of my favorites for so long” he admits, glancing over at the record — he quickly notices he took the last one. what if you wanted it? was that why you said something? do you hate him now because you wanted? his mind was scrambling until he blurted out “y’want it? i- i mean its the last one and since y’know you love them and you need one more-“ he rambles, your face turns pink as he continues to talk.

“oh no, no!! i was just saying y’know since they’re really popular and- you know i’ll just- never mind” you let out a small laugh before quickly gathering your things to make your way to the cashier, he stops you. “wait wait- i um.. i just wanted to tell you that you’re r-really pretty actually but i was like terrified of seeming like a weirdo” he scratches the back of his head, “oh.. th-thank you ..?” you question, desperately needing to know his name. “matt! its matt” he says, “matt! thank you matt! you’re so sweet”

“i was wondering if i could maybe get your number..?” he asks with his cheeks tinged with the softest shade of pink. “uh y-yeah! sure..” you try to suppress the most gigantic smile on your face as he fumbles to get his phone from his pocket. a minute goes by and he suddenly gets a call, “shit- im sorry” he answers and listens carefully to what the person on the other end says, “im so sorry i really have to go but i’ll text you later, yeah?” he smiles, the blush on your cheeks deepens as you nod and tell him, “y-yeah later!” he nods and quickly makes his way out, leaving behind the record he so desperately offered you.

later on in the day you’re finally home laying comfortably on your bed, the lighting from the sunset shining through the curtains while the sounds of the smiths peacefully fill the room. you heart sinks as you see a new number pop up with the message “hey! its matt :)”

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

ahhhhh is this cute or corny? please lmk I LOVE THEM SO BAD THEYRE SO AWKWARD AND CUTE

also he lowk doesn’t fit his aesthetic in this but like who cares?

taglist - @http-bellaa @chrissv4mp @jetaimevous @flouvela @chrislova @sophand4n4 @mattsfavoritestar @mattslolita @y3sterdaysproblem @strnilolover @cayleeuhithinknott @cherrynflowergarden @thinkshespretty @slut4chris888 @marrykisskilled @chaossturns @emely9274 @sturn777 @sturns-mermaid @st7rnioioss @whore4mattsturniolo @courta13 @pip4444chris @amyiasturnl @tezzzzzzzz @mattsstarlet @matts-wife @lilolebambi @raysmayhem-72 @chrepsi @chriscantwhisper @oopsiedaisydeer @iloveduckssm @cherrystainss @lyingonchris

[ifwdominicfike]

i think i like this girl shes so pretty and funny and cute and silly ohemgeeegyshisua

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id be UNSTOPPABLE if i knew had to edit ngl

[ifwdominicfike]

IM IN LOVEE AWHH

˖ ࣪ᝰ LOVERS ROCK

you'd never seen billie like this.

so free and full of life, eyes glimmering with something someone could mistake as love if they didn't look close enough. but you always seemed to read right through her facade. even if you weren't trying to—you claimed it was just because you've been around her for a quarter of the summer. though it didn't really make sense.

it would have made sense if you saw casey in the same way, but you didn't. you couldn't tell when he was masking his sadness with a smile, couldn't tell if he was jealous or just happy every time he saw you and billie together and nodded his head firmly. shit, you couldn't even tell if he felt sorry for you the nights when you came crying to him about your problems with said girl.

so why was it that you noticed every minuscule detail about the charming cowgirl?

from the small, hard-to-catch frown she made whenever she saw you hanging around the older country boys in the town, to the gentle, almost admirable smile she flashed at you every time you so much as looked at her with those eyes that she always found herself getting lost in. you noticed all of it and more.

and tonight, you seemed to notice a lot.

the old barn is dimly lit by a couple of lanterns hung on every corner post, the low light spilling through the barn doors illuminating the cars parked outside. it bounced off the heads of the partygoers, highlighting the strands of their hair every time they moved. however, you weren't focused on anyone except for the shorter girl near one of the rebuilt stables in the corner, a red dress flowing over her frame in a rather majestic way.

you didn't have to guess to know who it was, you just had a certain hunch by the way dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders and flowed down her back. the faint fairy tattoo on her hand was a dead-giveaway—you were staring right at billie o'connell, the cocky cowgirl who loved getting under your skin any chance she could. albeit, she hadn't once interacted with you since yesterday.

it was weird. normally, she would've been attached to your hip, spouting some lame joke into your ear or maybe even pulling you into the middle of the barn to dance. none of that happened—not even with someone else. matter of fact, not one person even talked to you.

well, until you saw a familiar dirty-blonded boy walking your way. his hat was hanging around his neck by the strings, resting lazily on his shoulder.

"hey," he greeted, smiling all soft. "didn't expect you to be all alone like this. ain't you the talk of the town?"

you shake your head, offering him a small, faux smile. as much as you appreciated the boy, he wasn't the person you wanted to be talking to right now. "aren't you supposed to be feeding your family's horses?"

he shrugs. "yeah, but... i wasn't planning on passing this up. i haven't been out to one of these in a while."

"...a party?" you murmur.

"a get-together," he corrects, nudging your shoulder. "there's a difference, sweetheart. a party is one of those sloppy, good-for-nothin' hangouts. a get-together is an opportunity to bond with the folks you haven't met yet—or to stare longingly at the ones you're falling for."

he nods his head across the room as the words leave his mouth, eyes traveling over to billie. her eyes were already set on the two of you.

you glance back at him. "i'm not falling for her. i'm just... trying to figure her out."

"well, last time i checked, co-workers don't flirt like peacocks every time they're around each other," casey teases, slugging an arm around your shoulder. he leans closer, lips hovering at your ear, "they don't glare knives at people who get too close to them either."

you hate his metaphors.

you also hate how absolutely correct he is.

because you are falling for billie, and casey would 110% be dead on the floor right now if looks could kill.

anybody else would just pass it by as dissociating, but you and casey both know that couldn't be far from the truth. she was jealous, and it was far more than obvious—it was painfully obvious, and you kind of liked it. after not having her attention for an entire night, you're really basking in the small amount she's giving you right now.

he taps your shoulder, directing your attention back. "i don't know what's goin' on with you two, but i just gave you an open shot to fix it."

you bite your lip, contemplating, a little nervous.

but then he presses his hand to your lower back and pushes you forward gently, a genuine smile on his face as he mouths the words, "good luck."

and suddenly your feet have a mind of their own, carrying you across the floors covered with hay and past the pretty boys who are immersed in dancing with their partners. billie's already "focused" on something else the second you plant your feet in front of her, cheeks a little flushed, heart pounding like a metronome in your ears.

she looks up after a moment, eyes as blue as you remember, freckles soft and more prominent in the low light. she smooths a hand down her dress, trying to seem subtle with the action but straying far from it. you both crack a smile at that, but hers quickly fades.

that's what does it for you. because what is she mad for?

"are you gonna keep ignoring me or are you gonna tell me what's wrong so we can make up?" you blurt.

billie doesn't flinch, she only exhales deeply, leaning back against the newly-renovated stable door. you don't miss the way her eyes flick down to your lips for a split-second before she moves to speak, demeanor all tense and teetering on the edge of hostile.

"i wasn't ignoring you," she replies, crossing her arms over her chest. "maybe you were too busy rubbing up on casey you forgot i was here."

your brows furrow. "what?"

she scoffs. "you don't think i noticed how he was whispering into your ear like some casanova?"

"he's a friend, billie," you say after a beat. "and he's already got his eyes on that cowboy across the lake. you—you're telling me you haven't noticed how he looks at my dad? he's gay, and if you weren't so caught up in your stupid jealousy bullshit, you'd have noticed much sooner."

well damn.

now she's feeling a little dumbfounded.

you can tell by the way her brows rise in the slightest and her lips part in surprise.

"oh, shit," she mumbles, eyes drifting down.

you sigh, already done with the conversation. "so are you gonna keep pretending you're not jealous?"

"who said i am?"

"you didn't deny the fact."

"i'm not—and it's not a fact, either."

"so you wouldn't care if i went and kissed someone else?"

she scoffs, eyes narrowed and flashing with jealousy. "like you're really thinking of doing that."

before you can fire back with something snarky, she's grabbing your face and pulling you in quick—soft, but quick, like she needs your lips on hers but is afraid to accidentally startle you. and it works, because you're kissing her back with just the same amount of passion, and billie melts even further into you.

your fingers tangle in her hair, subconsciously pressing her into the door. you pull away not long after, chest rising and falling unevenly. there's a ghost of a smile on her lips, eyes glinting with something softer now—almost reminiscent of love.

almost.

she's still hesitating.

"so you were jealous," you murmur.

billie sighs, lips still glistening. "wasn't it obvious? tonight was just the breaking point."

you hum. "clearly," her eyes flick back to yours, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. you lean closer. "but it's clear you're feeling something else, too."

her eyes widen subtly, glassy and soft.

"...and what's that?"

you don't answer, and billis holds her breath, cheeks flushing even further than before.

she's almost sure you can hear her heart beating.

so she speaks first.

"i love you," she mumbles.

your breath catches, almost unnoticeable, but she catches it at the last second.

silence.

then, louder than her, you whisper,

"i love you, too."

a beat passes.

two.

three.

on the fourth, you kiss her again. it's quicker this time, a small peck, but she basks in the feeling of your lips on hers, warm and comforting.

and then you smile, nudging her shoulder. "now stop being an asshole and come dance with me."

she rolls her eyes. nonetheless, she grabs your hand and drags you out to the middle of the barn, fingers tight between yours, firm and unrelenting—like she never wants to let you go, especially not after confirming that her feelings were mutual.

"c'mon, city girl."

letters. is this enough or do you guys want my soul

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thank you for the tag sweet girl !!

npt: @mattsstarlet @angelyearner @st7rnioioss @oopsiedaisydeer @darksturnz @sturniolotoast

tagged in something skibidi! but i screenshot cuz the thread tew long (search up aesthetic, song lyrics, and character)

tagging: @hopelesslygaysstuff @maximotts @wandaslamb

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how guitarist!matt and girlygirl!reader met and instantly hit it off

── .✦. ──

you were only returning a book, just quick in and out. until a new added record shelf caught your eye and you obviously couldn’t resist, so after slipping the book in the return box you quickly made your way to the shelf.

your eyes widen, you felt like a kid in a candy store, excitement filled you as your eyes scanned the rows and crates filled with some of your favorite records ever.

not too long after someone steps a couple feet away from you, from the corner of your eye you see tousled brown hair with a blue jean jacket. you didn’t pay any mind to him, but he was kinda cute .. anyway!

you couldn’t resist picking up a few new pieces to add to your collection, as you’re going through the stack in your hands you hear his voice. “hey uh- i saw on that sign over there when i walked in that if you get 5 of those its like way cheap” he goes to move the headphones off his head so he can hear you. “oh- uh thank you! i appreciate that” you give him a soft smile and search over the sea of genre’s in front of you.

he quickly nods and settles the headphones back on correctly, you look over to see him pluck one of your favorite albums out from the back of the shelf. you quickly read the title and blurt out, “i love the smiths!” a charming smile plastered across your face and he turns towards you, “im sorry?” with a hint of concern in his voice, “i said i love the smiths” you repeat, nodding over the vinyl resting in his pale hands.

“oh yeah- me too! one of my favorites for so long” he admits, glancing over at the record — he quickly notices he took the last one. what if you wanted it? was that why you said something? do you hate him now because you wanted? his mind was scrambling until he blurted out “y’want it? i- i mean its the last one and since y’know you love them and you need one more-“ he rambles, your face turns pink as he continues to talk.

“oh no, no!! i was just saying y’know since they’re really popular and- you know i’ll just- never mind” you let out a small laugh before quickly gathering your things to make your way to the cashier, he stops you. “wait wait- i um.. i just wanted to tell you that you’re r-really pretty actually but i was like terrified of seeming like a weirdo” he scratches the back of his head, “oh.. th-thank you ..?” you question, desperately needing to know his name. “matt! its matt” he says, “matt! thank you matt! you’re so sweet”

“i was wondering if i could maybe get your number..?” he asks with his cheeks tinged with the softest shade of pink. “uh y-yeah! sure..” you try to suppress the most gigantic smile on your face as he fumbles to get his phone from his pocket. a minute goes by and he suddenly gets a call, “shit- im sorry” he answers and listens carefully to what the person on the other end says, “im so sorry i really have to go but i’ll text you later, yeah?” he smiles, the blush on your cheeks deepens as you nod and tell him, “y-yeah later!” he nods and quickly makes his way out, leaving behind the record he so desperately offered you.

later on in the day you’re finally home laying comfortably on your bed, the lighting from the sunset shining through the curtains while the sounds of the smiths peacefully fill the room. you heart sinks as you see a new number pop up with the message “hey! its matt :)”

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

ahhhhh is this cute or corny? please lmk I LOVE THEM SO BAD THEYRE SO AWKWARD AND CUTE

also he lowk doesn’t fit his aesthetic in this but like who cares?

taglist - @http-bellaa @chrissv4mp @jetaimevous @flouvela @chrislova @sophand4n4 @mattsfavoritestar @mattslolita @y3sterdaysproblem @strnilolover @cayleeuhithinknott @cherrynflowergarden @thinkshespretty @slut4chris888 @marrykisskilled @chaossturns @emely9274 @sturn777 @sturns-mermaid @st7rnioioss @whore4mattsturniolo @courta13 @pip4444chris @amyiasturnl @tezzzzzzzz @mattsstarlet @matts-wife @lilolebambi @raysmayhem-72 @chrepsi @chriscantwhisper @oopsiedaisydeer @iloveduckssm @cherrystainss @lyingonchris

[ifwdominicfike]

do we want that guitarist!matt and girly girl!reader fluff fic rn or ….?

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shopping for pants genuinely makes me wanna sob

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i wanna squish his cheeks

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girly girl!reader putting eyeliner on guitarist!matt !!!!!

matt and angel ohemgee !!!!!!

just a little small blurb for them i thought was cute!! :3

“just- matt just hold still please” matt kept blinking and swatting his head away because he’s scared she’ll stab his eye out. “angel that thing is terrifying, im gonna look like a raccoon by the time we’re done.” he says gently holding her wrist away from his face.

“well thats kinda the point baby, you’re gonna look so good, now stay still.” she moves closer on his lap and holds his hands down so he doesn’t stop her again. “just dont do it all fuckin’ stupid, i wanna look cool, not like batman” he complains, “oh hush, just look up for me” and after maybe fifteen minutes they’re finally done.

“wow sweetheart, y’did a good job.” he gives her a sweet kiss on the cheek before she rolls her eyes, “yeah after you complained the whole way through” she grabs his leather jacket and her purse, “hurry up, your bands waiting aren’t they?” you walk out with a small grin “wait- wait i need my jacket“ “too late, its mine now!”

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dilf!chris goes all out to spoil you with the prettiest outfits, in return you model them for him

── .✦. ──

with chris carrying your bags full of various items of clothing, lace sets, pretty flowy dresses and mini skirts you squeal while basically skipping your way to the room. chris meets you there not too long after and gently places the bags on the bed, careful not to knock anything off the bed.

he sits back and watches you ogle at the clothes, he loved seeing you like this — happy, giddy, so spoiled. “you wanna try on some of these f’me baby?” he asks, grinning while holding up a babydoll dress. you blush while taking it from him, “i mean, you did buy me all this so..” you giggle and start to walk towards the walk in closet until he stops you.

“nuh uh, right here, wanna see everything sweet girl.”

you shyly nod and begin to slip off your clothes from the long day, discarding them on the floor. he watches you with low eyes, scanning every inch of your body. you straighten out the soft material and fix any ruffles out of place in front of the big mirror, you turn to see chris already smirking at you.

“come here mama, fuck- look at you..” his heavy hands settle on your hips, pulling you flush against him while he looks up at you with tired blue eyes staring up at yours. “my pretty girl, hm?” he goes to kiss your chest while trailing down to your stomach.

you pull away giggling, “wait stop that t-tickles-“ you playfully push away his face and make your way towards the other bags full with clothes, “oh come on, you jus’ wanna ruin my fun right?” you roll your eyes and pull out a jean miniskirt with flowers embroidered on it. “no, i just wanna show you all the stuff you got me handsome, so keep your hands to yourself.” you demand with a hint of teasing in your tone.

you’re guessing he didn’t take that lightly and before you know it chris has you bent over with your face smushed against the soft blankets, “keep my hands to myself huh? look at you squirming on m’dick not even two minutes in, makes me wanna ruin the dress just so i could buy you more. isn’t that what you want ma?”

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

thank you soso much gf @mattsstarlet for this idea 😝😝

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