#Matthew sturniolo x reader

[cvnntagious]

short wip of matt’s fave position

if cowgirl had no fans, matt would be dead. and as much as he likes seeing your pretty face twisting in pleasure while you grind and bounce on his dick, what he really loves is watching your ass recoil.

with one had on your hip, and the other stretched out cupping your boob, he couldn’t find it in himself to hold back any noises that fell from his lips. he laid with his head against his pillows as grunts and whimpers filled the room, an almost angelic harmony that followed each snap of your ass on his hips.

“k- keep doing that—shittt. m’gonna cum so hard,” he praised, eyes following your ass as you practically twerked on his aching length.

when your head whipped around to look at his fucked out expression, matt swore he could’ve busted on the spot. a strained groan came from his throat, thighs tensing under your hand. “you doin’ okay back there, pretty boy?” you asked, a small chuckle following as you continued at your deliberate pace, velvety walls massaging him in all the right ways.

“so good, mama,” he instantly replied, a little out of breath from all the noise he was making, “b- but wait, please,” he suddenly gasped, flying up from his pillow and dropping his hand to stop your bouncing.

you let out a whine elicited from a mix of confusion and frustration, brows furrowing as his face dropped into your shoulder blade. “just need to… i- i don’t wanna cum yet so just let me—“ he started, voice trailing off as both his hands slithered up your sides, fingertips light on your slightly sweaty skin.

“matt, we just started,” you tried to argue, only to find yourself moaning softly when he pinched your nipples.

before you could come up with another complaint, his soft, wetted lips met the space between your shoulder blades, placing delicate open mouthed kisses that caused heat to spread beneath them. “keep going,” he urged, pushing you forward a bit to feel you grinding on his sensitive cock, “just wanna last, and… be good for you,” he added, his voice almost coming out in a whimper when he felt you begin to move on you own, allowing his hands, now cupping both of your breasts, to kneed them tenderly.

w/c : ??

[sweetshuga]

𝑶𝒓 𝑵𝒂𝒉 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ cursing ⋆ fwb!matt ⋆ soft dom!matt ⋆ missionary ⋆ degradation kink ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ boob sucking/fondling ⋆ slightly rough sex ⋆ creampie + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Your friends with benefits has two birthday presents for you; a necklace and... a good fucking.

❝𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒉?❞

"A birthday present?" You raised your eyebrows, a small chuckle leaving you at the thought. "Yeah, a birthday present." Matt repeated, shrugging nonchalantly as if he didn’t just spend a day looking for a present for you, but he couldn’t say that out loud to you—nope, definitely can’t. His eyes slowly raked over your body, taking in the dress you had put on to take pictures.

Damn you looked good.

Matt barely, barely, held himself back from pouncing on you right then and there, but he had to give you the present first. He slipped one hand in the pocket of his jeans, his other going to his hair to run his fingers through his fluffy brown locks as he contemplated what to say next.

"Well, uh-" he paused, not understanding why he was suddenly so damn nervous. You aren’t even his girlfriend and yet here he was getting all anxious about whether or not you’d like the present, but he swallowed down his worries and put on a mask of indifference and continued in a calmer tone—trying his best to hide the small uncertainty in his tone. "-just c’mere."

You let yourself get dragged to his room, confused but not unwilling. As you walked, you couldn’t help but notice the slight breeze – due to him walking so quickly – carry the scent of his cologne, and that smell never failed to make butterflies fly in your stomach. The same scent that filled your senses when he hovered over you with his hands holding your thighs to your chest while he pounded into you—

"Close your eyes." Matt’s voice cut through your thoughts and you blinked at him, only now noticing that you were already in his room and standing beside his bed. "What?" You asked dumbly, eliciting a small chuckle from him. "Close your eyes." He repeated again, waiting for you to comply.

You closed your eyes, listening to Matt shuffling around his room. After a few seconds, the shuffling stopped and you felt him standing behind you. Your breath hitched when his fingers grazed your neck, his knuckles brushing against your nape as he clasped the necklace. Matt stepped back once he was done, and you could tell that he had put a necklace on you.

Cliché.

Cliché but cute.

"You can open your eyes now." Matt chuckled, trying to seem casual as your eyes slowly opened. You looked at him before looking down at the silver necklace with a small star pendant and then back at him, your lips parting slightly.

"Do you like it?" He asked, trying to hide the hopefulness in his tone, not wanting to sound too eager. You chuckled in surprise, partially surprised he’d actually get you something so thoughtful, but mostly nervous—somehow.

"I uh... It’s really pretty, I love it..." You trailed off, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you tried to suppress it. "Thank you, really, I like it a lot." You absentmindedly touched the pendant, looking down at it.

"Thank fuck." Matt breathed out quietly, his words were barely above a whisper and sounded almost relieved. "Well, now that that’s out of the way." He gently guided you down on the bed, his voice dropping an octave.

"I think it’s about time for your next present, no?"

𓆩♡𓆪

Matt’s hips moved in slow, deep thrusts, one hand fondling your breast and the other holding himself up as he fucked you languidly. Your legs tightened around his waist, eliciting a low groan from him.

"Yeah, baby—juust like that," Matt breathed our encouragingly, both hands now bracing himself on either side of your head, his hips rolling against yours. "Mmfh-mm-fuuuck-- yuh feel s’good." He mumbled breathlessly as he increased his pace, soft slapping sounds filling the room along with the slight creaking of the bed.

Your moans increased in volume the faster he went and your hands found their way to his biceps to keep yourself from bouncing up the bed. His thrusts had gotten almost punishing in both depth and pace in a matter of seconds—his hips slamming into yours and creating loud smacking sounds.

The wet squelches from his cock ramming into your sopping cunt filled your ears, only making you more aroused. Matt let out a low moan when you started to meet his thrusts greedily, but he didn’t want you doing any work; today is your birthday, after all.

He sat back on his knees and held your hips tightly – halting your movements – he pulled your hips up from the bed, his fingers sinking into the flesh there as a smirk made itself onto his lips as he heared the needy whine leaving your lips due to the lack of friction.

Before you could say anything, however, he suddenly started to pound into you—taking you by surprise. A chocked moan escaped your lips as your back arched. "M-matt--" Your words died in your throat as moans bubbled out instead.

Stars burst behind your eyes when he hit your sweet spot.

Your vision blurred in the corners, your senses zeroing in on the pleasure he was giving you as your hands scrambled to grip the pillow under your head while he held your hips in place to making sure you won’t be able to escape the pleasure.

"Thaaat’s right, fucking take every inch of my cock like the greedy slut you are." His filthy words only made the pleasure increase, your eyes squeezing shut as your mouth gaped in a silent scream.

"Can you—haahh—really take dick or nah?" He taunted, seeing your face contort in pleasure. "Look at me." He commanded, his voice was almost unrecognisable due to exertion and lust. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his heavy lidded blue orbs. His brows were furrowed in concentration, lips parted slightly to let out breathy grunts and groans, cheeks slightly flushed.

Matt let go of your hips and leaned down again, pounding you into the mattress instead. His lips grazed against your hardened nipple before he took it into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive nub. Your fingers tangled in his hair, encouraging him to keep going.

Spurred on by your positive response, he released your nipple with a wet pop and latched onto your other nipple and gave it the same attention.

Your breath hitched in your throat when his thumb found your clit, rubbing it in tight circles in time with his pounding. Your inner walls fluttered around his pistoning cock, eliciting a moan from him which gave delicious vibration to your nipple.

Matt could tell that you were close, your moans were much quicker and your breath coming in short gasps almost, your pussy sucked him in greedily whenever he pulled back.

He sucked hard on your nipple, lifting his head as he sucked until it reluctantly slipped out of his mouth with a loud pop. Your hips jerked at the sensation, the bands in your abdomen were almost painfully taut.

Your eyes rolled back when he angled his hips to hit that spot inside you with each of his slams. A few more seconds of the unrelenting pounding into the spot that made you moan uncontrollably was enough for the tightness in your abdomen to burst.

You let out a drawn out moan, nails digging into his arms as your back arched sharply. Matt slowed down his thrusts to let you ride it out, his tattooed arm was braced beside your head while his other hand rubbed slow circles on your clit.

His own release was approaching rapidly—triggered by yours.

Your walls squeezing and contracting around his length was too much for him. His balls drew tight as he started to fuck you faster than before, his hand leaving your clit to help himself up. His own moans grew louder before he slammed into you one last time and stilled. His eyes rolled back briefly before closing shut, and his jaw clenching as he held back the needy sounds.

Matt’s hips jerked and twitched involuntarily as he pumped his cum deep inside you, his hips moving slowly in jerky thrusts to prolong both your highs. Arms trembling slightly as he held himself up, slowly pulling his semi-hard length out of your thoroughly fucked pussy.

His trickled out of you as Matt slumped onto the space beside you, his arm snaking around you subconsciously. You panted softly, a hand absentmindedly going to the star pendant. Your lips curled up subtly as Matt laid beside you with an arm draped across your stomach, catching his breath.

Cute.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟏.𝟒 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

⋆˚࿔ 𝒊𝒔𝒂’𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ This fic is written for the prettiest @strnilolover! (This is an early birthday gift lol) My girl Gabs has been there since basically day one and I want to thank you for being such a sweetheart to me and many others, so so so thankful for you! Happy birthday bby, and have a great day <3

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[strnilolover]

✰ matt just loves to take care of you, even if it’s little things

your body curled into the corner of the couch, legs pulled up to your chest as your eyes stayed glued to the show you were watching. you were paying attention too well—your mind drifting to how you were starting to get hungry.

your head turns away from the tv, gaze landing on matt who’s on the other end of the couch, phone in one hand while the other fiddled with the end of his shirt. you smiled.

“matt baby?” you said quietly, hoping to catch his attention. his head turned up from his phone, a smile spreading across his face as he met your gaze.

“yeah sweetheart?”

“I’m kind of craving fruit,” you mused, setting your phone down and stretching your arms above your head. “Think you could grab me some? please.” you ask, dragging out the e.

matt smirked, already moving his body to stand from his sitting position. “anything for you, my love.”

you watched as he disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of the fridge opening and the slight clatter of a bowl against the counter making you smile. he always did things like this—taking care of you in ways both big and small, never needing a reason other than the fact that he loved you.

a few minutes later, he returned with a bowl of perfectly sliced strawberries, blueberries, and grapes. but instead of handing it to you, he plopped down beside you.

“what?” You raised a brow as he plucked a strawberry from the bowl and held it up. “open,” he instructed, his voice soft.

you let out a small laugh, leaning forward to take the strawberry from his fingers. he watched you chew with a satisfied expression before grabbing a grape next.

“matt,” you mumbled between bites, trying (and failing) to fight back a grin. “I can feed myself, you know.”

he shrugged, popping a blueberry into your mouth before you could protest. “yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”

you rolled your eyes, but your heart melted at the way he looked at you—like there was nowhere else he’d rather be, nothing else he’d rather be doing than taking care of you in the simplest, sweetest ways.

“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered, but you still let him continue. he leaned forward, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face before holding up another bite. “yeah,” he said.

“but you love it. and i love taking care of you, now shush and eat baby.”

a/n : it’s my birthday! this is just a little blurb for now, i’m hoping to put something out later but i just needed a sweet little thing rn

[malefantcsy]

★⋆. MATT STURNIOLO P! LINKS 2

part one

ⓘ 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌， 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽．

mafia! matt & wife on their honeymoon in italy

matt & his gf on their anniversary

mafia husband! matt trying to conceive with mafia! wife

matt when he’s horny but your sleeping (consensual!! always have consent)

dilf! matt waking up babysitter!you by making out with her other lips (my fav vid ever)

morning sex with chubby! gf

collage fratboy! matt and his hookups (threesome)

bsf! matt daring you to take a risk (public)

MUNCH DILF MATT

[gilbertscurls]

single ladies — matt sturniolo

The music pulsed through the dimly lit club, neon lights flickering in sync with the beat as Beyoncé’s “Single Ladies” blasted through the speakers. The crowd was a sea of dancing bodies, energy buzzing in the air. You were in the center of it all, your body moving effortlessly to the rhythm, your laughter contagious as you danced with your friends.

Matt leaned against the bar, watching you with a tight jaw. His arms were crossed, eyes following your every move. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as you swayed, especially as the iconic lyric hit. All the single ladies now put your hands up. You threw your hands up, imitating the move with a grin, your eyes sparkling under the lights.

Matt couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed off the bar and made his way through the crowd toward you. You were mid-laugh, flipping your hair back when he reached your side.

“Really?” Matt asked, raising an eyebrow. His voice was barely heard over the music, but the annoyance in his tone was clear.

You turned to him, still dancing, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. “What’s the problem, babe?” you teased, still swaying your hips to the beat.

Matt gestured toward the speakers as if the song explained everything. “You're really out here dancing to this song, while I’m right here?”

You laughed, stepping closer to him, your hands resting on his chest playfully. “Matt, it’s just a song,” you said, your voice light and teasing. “And besides…” You leaned in, your lips close to his ear. “You haven’t put a ring on it, have you?”

His eyes narrowed, but he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. You always knew how to push his buttons, and in a way, that made him love you more. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

You grinned, pulling back to meet his eyes. “Maybe,” you admitted with a wink, your fingers trailing down his arm before you grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the dance floor. “Come on, stop sulking and dance with me.”

Matt sighed but let you drag him along. As you found your rhythm together, your body pressed against his, his frustration faded. You were right — it was just a song. But still, the thought of you dancing to those lyrics would stick with him for a while.

“You really think you're funny, don’t you?” he muttered, leaning down to speak into your ear.

You smiled up at him, eyes gleaming. “I think I'm hilarious.” You lifted his hand and twirled yourself under his arm. “But maybe if you put a ring on it, you wouldn’t have to worry.”

Matt smirked, pulling you close again, his hand resting on your waist. “Maybe I will,” he said, his voice low. “Then you’ll have no excuse.”

Your laughter rang out as the song ended, leaving a promise hanging between you.

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[sturniolostars]

I’ll never get over his arms

[sturnmeovr]

♡‧₊˚ Neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader - Let Us Happen (February Au Special)

It had been a week since he saw you last; since he had you coming undone, pressed against the tile walls of your shower, his hand tangled through your sex crazed hair while he talked you through your orgasm, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck. You couldn’t get him out of your mind. Every time he wound up at your doorstep, he wound up in your bed by the end of the night. You didn’t know what was going on between you and the man who lived in the apartment above you, but one you did know was you craved any type of attention from him. It didn’t matter if it was physically, mentally, or emotionally — you craved it. 

Music bumps through the surround sound connected to your tv, you were hosting a girls night for a few of your friends, since it was the first weekend of February. Mixed drinks, charcuterie boards, and a good game truth or drink were the plans for the night. You knew most of the girls would be too wasted to get home safely, much like nights out at the bar, so you were prepared for the sleepover that awaited ahead. 

“Take another one!” one of your besties shouts, forcing another shot glass into your hand. The clear liquid spills down hands, making the potent alcohol a bit more identifiable. A shiver shoots down your spine as you pinch the bridge of your nose, gulping the shot down in a hurry, your throat and chest burning from the after effect. Twisting your face in disgust, you slam the shot glass on the table, “Gahh! — that’s fucking disgusting,” as you gasp for air. Your reaction earns a giggle from her, “s’not that bad.” She was definitely the friend that had no tolerance and spent her night getting everyone around her drunk as fuck. You loved her, though. 

“Uhmm, Y/N?” one of the girls chimes in from across the kitchen table, making you look up to her. You quickly follow her gaze, only to set your eyes on a messy-haired Matt leaning against your door frame with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie and a smirk stretched across his face. The music fades out, almost like it's on cue, as you look back at your friends who were gossiping amongst each other, probably because you hadn’t told any of them about the steamy hookups you had been sharing with the boy standing in front of them. One thing you learned over the years, never brag about good dick because other bitches love to go after it. You’d be damned if you saw one of your ‘friends’ exiting his apartment, the feminine rage would make you explode in an instant. As much as you loved your girls, you'd learned your lesson – on more than one occasion – when it came to gossiping about one your new boy toys. You knew not to make that mistake again, especially with a guy like Matt.

You eye him down, rolling your eyes as you pull yourself to your feet. What the hell was he doing? The room fills with whispers and giggles as you stride towards Matt, the alcohol in your system makes you stumble a bit, “what do you want?” A faint mixture of his cologne and weed engulfs your nose as soon as you plant your feet in front of him, holding onto the door to steady yourself.

Matt raises an eyebrow at the sharpness in your tone, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips as he pushes himself off the doorframe. He knew you were pissed at him, but it was adorable how you looked when you were so annoyed with him. It was amusing to him how you had been avoiding him in the stairwells, ignoring all his calls and texts once again. He loved the chase. He clears his throat, “I wanna talk to you,” the sly smile making itself known as he says his next words, “princess.” 

He tests the waters with the magic pet name, both of you aware it always left a pool in your panties each time he said it. His comment earns a gasp from one of the girls behind you, making you cringe, “what’s there to talk about? I’m busy right now,” your eyes falling to the side like you're motioning to the small group behind you. You were the host after all. How rude would it be to ditch your girls just to get fucked senseless by the only guy you had been hooking up with? 

“Oh, I don’t know,” he coos teasingly, “maybe the fact that you’ve been ignoring me since I had you —,” his hands traveling up to your face to sweep a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Okay — okay,” you speak above him, a bit surprised he’d tell your business to the room. If he was willing to do that than what other secrets was he willing to spill? Irritation boils in your gut as you tighten your grip on the door, ready to slam it in his face. Matt raises his eyebrows at you, letting you know he wasn’t leaving even if you closed it. You let out a sigh, “we really have to do this right now — right here?” The desperation seeps through your voice as you whine at him, your reaction earning a chuckle from the back of his throat. He was very keen on your tricks by now.

“No, we’re not doing this tomorrow,” he grumbles, his blue eyes fixed on you. his brows crunched together in a combative manner, “you’ve been being a brat for too long. This conversation is happening now.” 

“Matt,” you whine, stomping your foot on the floor. He didn't care about your dramatics – no way in hell had he been giving you the best dick of your life just for you to ignore his existence the very next day. Pissed, he takes a hold of your wrist, pulling you out of your apartment and into the hallway, in one swift movement. His tight grip around your wrist earning a gasp from you, he looks up to your group of friends behind you, “jus’ burrowing her for a minute, ladies — carry on.” Your friends watch the door slam behind the two of you, erupting in giggles and gossip as it does so.

“Matt, you can’t just —,” you scold him, thrashing in his grip before he cuts you off, smashing his lips into yours like he always did. It was obvious he had a bad habit of kissing you at the worst times, always when you were fuming and never when you really wanted it. Your soft lips dance against his plump ones, the magnetic force pulling your bodies together instantaneously. His hands clasp around your waist, and he attempts to pull away. Only to fight the urge, walking you backwards until your back is pressed against the wall, his arms pinning you in. Your fists make balls into the thick material of his hoodie, rolling your body against his as your way of telling him to never stop.

Once he finally breaks away, staring down at you with a hard lust filled gaze, “just stop fighting it — let us happen,” he whispers, his face so close to yours you can smell the minty freshness of his breath. Redness creeps to your cheeks and you trap your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at him with those seductive siren eyes he loved so much. Completely under his hypnotic trance, you nod in agreement. What was this man doing to you? 

wc - 1273

♡‧₊˚ Cheys Note - I knoww, I said I'd post this yesterday, but this flu isn't doing me any favors 🥲I hope everyone enjoys!! <3 I'll still be posting, just not too sure about dates now since I'm still working on the others!

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[synvil]

pervy! matt & pervy! chris thoughts … ━━o(･ω･｀)

matt would be just a little tame, eyeing your body and offer to buy you ice cream, just to see the way you lick it up, especially when it drips down onto your breasts or wrist, or when he decides to pull you towards the water, where he’ll discreetly pull at your strings so your top comes loose and you have to cling onto him in embarrassment, breasts pushed against his body while you look for your top.

chris would be all touchy feely on you, brushing his hand on your skin and just keep eyeing your body in your swimsuit and offer to put sunscreen on you, just to get an excuse to rub at your skin and near your inner thighs and breasts, massaging them and just giving lighthearted apologies and gives the excuse that he just wants to make sure he gets everywhere. He doesn’t want you to get ‘sunburned’ or anything after all.

*sigh* ahh.. i love them.

[redz0nez9]

hard, rough, double team ✅ 

[throatgoat4u]

didn't plan on really writing any fics for vday..... until i saw this

how do we feel abt this for lovesick!reader x pianist!matt (and if anyone doesn't know yet, that is my schrucy inspired au!)?. yes or absolutely the fuck not?

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toodles {lovers} ♡

[stxrsniolo]

┈̸̷┅ ̤ beyond the limit ━̸̷︭

╁ ⠀aegan is typing . . . ⠀⠀ࡆ⠀⠀listen up, because this one's for the grown-ups. if you're here for some steamy, pulse-racing action, you've hit the jackpot. this isn't your grandma's bedtime story; it's spicy, it's hot, and it's gonna keep you up at night for all the right reasons. keep the lights low and the inhibitions lower. enjoy, you naughty thing.

pairings: harsh leader!matt x fresh meat!reader

the training facility was a concrete labyrinth of intensity, the air sharp with the scent of sweat and determination; this wasn't your average gym; it was more akin to a military base, where every breath, every movement was about survival, about pushing beyond human limits.

matt, with his hard-set jaw and eyes that could cut through steel, was the leader here, his reputation for being ruthless as much a part of his persona as his accent.

y/n was the latest recruit, her presence in this high-stakes environment almost an anomaly. she was under matt's direct supervision, which was less of an honor and more of a trial by fire. he didn't like her; he made that clear with every barked order, every scornful look.

"move, rookie, or do you just like the taste of dirt?" matt's voice was a whip crack in the cold, echoing space as she pushed through another set of burpees, her muscles screaming for mercy.

she complied, her movements mechanical, driven by the knowledge that hesitation here could mean failure, and failure was not an option. her body was pushed to its limits, sweat soaking through her gear, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"too slow, too weak. is this all you've got?" matt taunted, circling her like a predator, his eyes never missing a moment of her struggle. "you think you're cut out for this? you think you can save anyone when you can't even save yourself from exhaustion?"

y/n didn't retort, her focus on maintaining form, on not collapsing under the weight of his words and the physical strain.

she was here to prove she belonged, that she could endure, even under his cruel tutelage.

the session was relentless, a series of high-impact exercises designed to break the body and rebuild it stronger: y/n was running obstacle courses, doing tactical shooting drills, engaged in hand-to-hand combat, all under matt's critical eye.

"you're pathetic, you know that? a liability," he sneered as she stumbled over an obstacle, her body nearly giving out.

but something inside y/n snapped as she felt her muscles on the brink of total failure, so with the last of her strength, she faced him, her eyes blazing with defiance. "what do you want from me, matt? for me to collapse? to fail?"

he was on her in an instant, his movements fluid and predatory, slamming her against the nearest wall, his body caging hers.

the impact was harsh, the concrete cold against her back, his breath hot and angry against her face. "i want you to be better, but maybe you're just not capable," he growled, his voice low, a mix of disdain and something darker, something electric

their faces were inches apart, the air between them charged with tension, the previous hate morphing into something else, something primal. his grip on her was firm, not just holding her in place but pinning her with intention.

"you think i enjoy this?" she shot back, her voice a whisper of frustration and challenge, her chest heaving from exertion and adrenaline.

"maybe you should," matt retorted, his tone changing, the sarcasm slipping into something more dangerous, more intimate. his eyes roamed over her, not with cruelty but with a hunger he hadn't acknowledged until this moment.

the training room, with its harsh lights and echoes of past drills, faded into the background, and what remained was the raw, pulsing tension between them, the air thick with the scent of their sweat, the proximity forcing an acknowledgment of the attraction that had been simmering beneath their antagonism.

"or maybe you enjoy pushing me to my limits," y/n countered, her voice low, her gaze locked with his, a challenge and an invitation.

matt's response was to press closer, his body flush against hers, his lips dangerously close to hers. "you have no idea what i enjoy," he murmured, his voice a velvet threat, his hand moving from the wall to her waist, his touch firm but no longer just about dominance.

⨥⠀ ⠀⠀aegan is typing ᅟᅟ:ᅟ⠀heads up, copycats and wannabe adaptors: my work is mine, period. no copies, no mashups, and definitely no translations getting thrown up here or anywhere else without my say-so.

keep your hands off unless i give you the green light, got it?

tags: @courta13 @chrislilcumslvt @marrykisskilled @chrislova @sturnshood @inspiredangel @strnilolover @emely9274 @sturns-mermaid @blushsturns

[rebelliousmuse]

Stuffed Up – C.S.

(Literally dreamt this entire thing, I woke up DRIPPING WET. Bye)

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected p in v and a (use protection), pet names.

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Chris’s hands roam over your body, groping and caressing. “Oh I'm gonna take care of this needy little thing...” One hand slips down to grab your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you flush against him. The other tangles in your hair, gripping tight. “But first, I want to hear you beg for it like the desperate slut you are.”

You can't help the smirk that tugs at the corner of your mouth as your gaze drifts down to his lips. You deliberately bite your lower lip, drawing attention to the playful curve of your smile, before finally lifting your eyes to meet his. Your smirk softens into something more vulnerable, a silent plea in the depths of your eyes, “Please, make me feel good like only you can. My pussy needs your big fat cock, daddy” You purr while massaging his cock through his jeans as you hold his gaze.

Chris groans as you massage his hardening bulge. “Fuck, listen to you begging so sweetly... Such a good little cock sleeve.” He grabs your wrist firmly. “But no touching yet, babe. Hands off until I say otherwise.” He steps back and slowly undoes his belt and zipper, freeing his thick erection which springs out, already rock hard and leaking pre-cum.

“On your knees, now. Show Daddy how much you missed this fat cock.” He watches as you slowly sink to your knees holding his gaze, “Oh I'll show you” You say with a wicked grin.

Chris smirks arrogantly, looking down at you with lust-filled eyes. “That's what I like to hear. Now put that filthy mouth to work and worship this dick like it deserves.”

Chris tangles fingers in your hair and guides your head towards my waiting cock. “Open wide, slut. Let's see how deep you can take it.” He slowly pushes past your lips, groaning at the wet heat enveloping his shaft. “Yeahhh, just like that... Choke yourself on Daddy's cock. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.” He starts thrusting shallowly, forcing himself deeper each time. “Take it all, whore. Don't you dare spill a drop. Swallow every inch like a good cumslut.” Chris fucks your face harder, grunting with pleasure as he uses your throat ruthlessly.

He growls approvingly as he feels you gagging, fucking your face even harder as you choke on his thickness. “That's it, take it! Gag on Daddy's cock, you nasty little vixen!”

Chris holds your head still, grinding against your face and forcing you to deepthroat him completely. “Mmmph, fuck yeah... Look at you, stretched out around my fat dick... You were made for this, weren't you?” He begins to pound into your mouth mercilessly, saliva dripping down your chin as you struggle to breathe between gags, getting teary-eyed. “You're going to swallow every last drop, aren't you?”

Chris notices you’re in tears and smirks cruelly. “What's wrong, baby? Can't handle Daddy's thick cock anymore? Maybe you need a reminder of who owns this mouth...” He slams into your throat brutally, holding you in place as he grinds against your face, ensuring you can't breathe. “Breathe through your nose, slut. You're not done serving yet.”

After a minute, he relaxes slightly, allowing you to gasp for air before resuming his brutal pace. “That's better. Now, let's see if you can handle a little more...”

Chris starts thrusting faster, fucking your face with wild abandon, chasing his impending orgasm. “Yes, just like that! Take it all, you filthy cocksucking whore!” he grunts loudly, balls tightening as he nears climax and he roars as he erupts, pumping wave after wave of hot, sticky cum directly down your throat. Chris’s entire body shudders with the force of his release as he fills your mouth and choke you with his seed.

He finally pulls out, watching with satisfaction as a string of cum connect his cock to your puffy, abused lips. “Good girl.” He gives your hair a rough tug, pulling your head back to admire his handiwork. “Look at you, covered in spit and jizz... Such a beautiful mess.”

Chris wipes his cock clean on your cheek before helping you to your feet. Then spins you around and bends you over the nearby table, hiking up your skirt. “Let's see how wet that pretty pussy is...” Chris runs a finger along your soaked slit, collecting your juices before bringing it to his mouth for a taste.

“Mmmm, delicious... And all for me.” He lines up his still-hard cock with your entrance and slams inside with one powerful thrust, stretching you open around his girth. “Fuck, you're always so tight...” Chris sets a relentless pace, pounding into you from behind.

He reaches around to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, feeling you clench and quiver around his cock. “You love being used like this, don't you? Love having your hole filled and your mind fucked until you can't think straight.”

The rhythmic slaps of skin-on-skin echoes through the room. Each impact, a resounding thud against flesh, punctuated by the ragged gasps and moans escaping both of you.

He leans over you, his breath hot against your ear. “I bet you've been dreaming about this, haven't you? About being bent over and split open on my huge cock, taken hard and fast until you can't walk.”

“Mmmmphh fuck, yes, yes! I've dreamt about you so many times, daddy!... Fuuuckk!!” You whimper loudly, the table beneath you creaks with his powerful thrusts as your hands spread your ass cheeks giving him a better angle and allowing him to go deeper in your pussy.

Chris snaps his hips sharply. “Come on, baby, give me what's mine. Cum all over my dick like a good little slut.” His dick is hitting your g-spot and making stars explode behind your eyelids.

“Oh my god!!!” You whimper loudly as you cum hard, your cunt clenching uncontrollably around his girth. Chris feels your pussy clamp down on him like a vice as you come, milking his cock for all it's worth.

“Fuck yeah, that's it! Cream all over my dick, you dirty slut!” and he keeps pounding into you through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure as he chases his own climax. “You're so perfect like this... Taking everything I give you.” With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and explode, painting your insides with his hot seed. “Ahhhh, FUCK!”

He collapses onto you, both of you panting heavily as you ride out the aftershocks of your intense coupling. But he’s far from done with you, seeing you had spread your juicy ass cheeks for him earlier, he was tempted to try something new.

He now circles your puckered rim with a fingertip, he’s been wanting this for a while now and seen your cheeks spread to his hungry gaze only fed his fetish. He applies gentle pressure until you relax and allow him entry. Chris eases a single finger past your tight ring of muscle, groaning at the exquisite heat engulfing it. “Fuck, you're so tight back here... Can't wait to feel this virgin ass wrapped around my thick cock.”

He pumps slowly, letting you adjust to the intrusion before adding a second finger alongside the first, scissoring them gently. “Gonna stretch this hole out real good, make it fit me like a glove. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be addicted to the burn of my dick splitting you open.”

Chris curls his fingers, rubbing insistently against that special bundle of nerves hidden deep inside. “There it is... Milk my fingers, baby. Get yourself nice and loose for me.” He continues working you open with steady, purposeful movements, gradually increasing the pace as your body yields to his ministrations.

He keeps focusing on carefully preparing you for the impending invasion. “Don't worry, I'll go slow and make it as comfortable as possible for you. Just trust me and follow my lead.”

Chris adds a third finger, stretching you wider as he works in tandem with his thumb, circling and pressing against your sensitive prostate. “You're doing great, taking it so well... Almost ready for me.”

Chris withdraws his fingers, giving your stretched hole a moment to recover before coating his rock-hard cock in lube. “Alright, time to put that pretty ass to the test.” He positions the head of his dick at your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts. “Breathe deep, baby...” then pushes forward, sinking the first inch of his thick shaft into your resisting passage. “Ahhh, fuck... So tight... You were made for this, weren't you?”

He grunts as he forces another inch inside, feeling your muscles spasm and clench around him. “Relax, sweetheart... Let me in. I promise it'll feel amazing once you adjust.”

Chris continues to push steadily, breaking through the initial resistance until he’s buried to the hilt within your warm, velvety depths. “There we go... All the way in. You look stunning with my cock stuffed up your ass.”

His hands find your hips, gripping firmly as he begins to move, withdrawing almost completely before plunging back in with a deep, powerful stroke. “Mmmm, yes... This is perfection. Your ass was made for my dick.”

You moan with pain and pleasure, your eyes closed as you try to adjust to the new sensation of doing anal for the first time ever. When Chris notices your discomfort, he slows his pace, offering words of encouragement. “Shh, it's okay... Just take a moment to get used to it.” He gives your hips a gentle squeeze, feeling your muscles flutter around his invading length. “You're doing fantastic, baby”

Chris starts to pick up speed again, driving into you with deeper, more forceful thrusts. “That's it... Relax and let me take control. I'll make sure you enjoy every second of this.” One of your hands goes down and starts rubbing your clit to help cope with the pain-pleasure rippling through you.

A low growl rumbling in his chest as he watches you touch yourself. “Oh, you naughty girl... Playing with your clit while I'm fucking your ass.” Chris reaches around to join in, his fingers finding your swollen nub and pinching it between his thumb and index finger. “Is this what you need, huh? To be touched all over while I claim this tight little hole?”

Chris redoubles his efforts, slamming into you with brutal intensity as he rubs your clit in time with his thrusts. “You're going to cum so hard, aren't you? Milk my dick dry while I fill your ass with my seed.”

As pleasure takes over your body, you need more and more, your pussy clenching around nothing so you decide to help yourself again. “Oh fuck” You whimper as he fucks your ass while rubbing your clit. You use your middle and ring fingers to masturbate your pussy in time with his thrusts. “Mmmph”

Chris groans loudly as he witnesses your depraved display, his balls tightening in anticipation of an explosive release. “Fuck, that's hot... Watching you stuff your cunt full of fingers while I rail your ass. You're such a dirty slut for me.” He grabs your wrist, pushing your hand away and replacing it with his own, plunging three fingers knuckle-deep into your dripping pussy.

“Let me take care of both your holes... Want to feel this greedy cunt squeezing around my fingers as I empty my load in your ass.” Chris drills into you relentlessly, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with your mingled moans of ecstasy.

“Gonna... Gonna fucking nut soon... You better be ready for it!” Chris feels your pussy clamping down on his fingers, milking them for all they're worth as your orgasm crashes over you.

“That's it, cum for me like a good little whore! Clench that ass around my cock while you squirt all over my hand!” He slams home one last time, burying himself to the root as his own climax hits with the force of a freight train, painting your inner walls with thick ropes of molten cum. “FUCK YES!!! Take it all, you perfect little bitch! Every last drop belongs in this slutty asshole!”

Chris’s hips jerk erratically as he pumps you full, his fingers still pistoning in and out of your convulsing cunt, prolonging your pleasure as he marks you as his. “Mine... All mine... My personal fucktoy to ruin whenever I want...”

Chris collapses on top of you, his softening cock still nestled snugly in your cum-filled ass as you both struggle to catch your breath in the aftermath of your intense coupling, your bodies still intertwined. The air is thick with the scent of arousal and sweat. Your heart races like a wild drumbeat against your ribs as you try to regain control of your breathing. Sweat trickles down his temples, mingling with the lingering heat on his skin. Your muscles ache, your limbs feel heavy.

A soft smile graces your lips as you reach back and gently trace the curve of his jawline. “Goddamn... That was incredible...” He murmurs into your sweat-dampened hair, pressing tender kisses across your shoulders. Chris rolls off of you, missing the warmth of your body immediately as he picks you up bridal-style and brings you to the couch, putting you down and then he flops onto his back beside you. “Rest up, because we're far from done... I plan on keeping you in this bed all night long, using every single one of your holes until neither of us can move.” Chris smirks wickedly, reaching out to give your ass a firm smack.

Taglist: @mattsbitchh @riasturns

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ

…the tide goes in, the tide goes out, featuring goldfish!reader x cliffbythesea!matt.

Matt watches the seafoam from the library window, his headphones on but the music low. He’s supposed to be studying, but his mind drifts…to the way she smiled at him in the car yesterday, warm like the morning sun.

His brothers always tell him he’s a creature of habit. He drinks the same brand of apple juice every morning, swims the same stretch of ocean every evening, zones out in class at the same intervals every day. Maybe that’s why the telescope in his room has shifted from the ships at sea to the phases of the moon.

It’s fine. He likes the predictability of things.

But she doesn’t fit into a cycle. Not exactly. She’s more like an orbit, slipping in and out of his days at odd, unpredictable moments—always returning, always catching him off guard. Loud and bubbly, disturbing his peace and serenity.

Like a fish, he thinks suddenly.

The way she moves, darting between places, her energy uncontainable. The way she catches the light in her hair, her eyes. The way she never lingers in one place too long, but always comes back.

He’s startled by a book dropping onto the table in front of him. He looks up.

There she is, grinning winsomely. “Hi Matt,” she chirps, plopping into the seat opposite him, leaning her elbows on the table. “What are you listening to?”

Matt hesitates before sliding his headphones off. “Uh, Mac Miller,” he says. “Kind of a quiet day thing.”

“Nice,” she hums, tucking her legs onto the chair. She’s already flipping through a novel she brought, something with a pastel cover and dog-eared pages. “I like this time of day best. It makes me feel like I’m in a movie.”

Matt quirks his eyebrow. “What kind of movie?”

She considers, making a low hum again. “Something nostalgic. Like Before Sunrise but more magical.”

“Magic?”

She giggles, a pretty tinkling sound. “The potential of a new day is magical. Don’t you think so?”

He should’ve known she’d say something like that.

And maybe it’s the lighting, or the way she’s beaming at him, but the thought slips out before he can stop it…

“Can I call you Goldie, Y/n?”

She blinks. Then she grins, like he’s given her a gift. “Of course you can, Matt.”

The librarian glares at them, and Goldie presses a finger to her lips, still smiling. Matt shakes his head, but there’s something light in his chest now, something he can’t quite name.

The weeks pass like tide cycles. Ebbing, flowing, inescapable. 

They keep meeting like this, like clockwork. The library. The grocery store. The beach.

She leaves oranges in his locker sometimes. “For the juice,” Goldie tells him brightly. He doesn’t even mention that he’s more of an apple juice guy.

He brings some of his CDs to his car, because he’s too nervous to invite her over yet. “This is essential listening,” he tells her, deadpan. She takes him at his word, nodding solemnly.

Somewhere in between the walking, the half-held conversations, the comfortable silences, Matt realises something.

She’s part of his routine now. 

And maybe that should scare him, but it doesn’t.

Because when he looks at her, he gets the same feeling he did as a kid, cradling something small and alive in his hands.

Like he’s found something extraordinary. Like he’s been given something he’s meant to protect.

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers🫶🏻

a/n: this took sooo long to get right but i really hope u enjoy bc i love this and am kinda proud of it:)) pls leave me asks abt these two,, i would love to answer any questions u have<3

taglist: @blushsturns @sturnslutz @snoopychris @sturnshood @sturns-mermaid comment to be added/removed!!

till next time!!

[starrysturns]

sooo i've been obsessed with @snoopychris pjo au... it has not left my head since i found it so i made these!

son of dionysus!chirs x unclaimed!user (you're sunny)

son of ares! matt x daughter of poseidon!user (enemies to lovers)

these bots are fully inspired by @snoopychris and i have no claim to the original idea!

please enjoy and use them well! i love pjo and the sturniolos so this was fun to make

i might make a nick one soon

[lovelymylene]

FROSTED FLAKES pt.1

In the summer of ‘76,, Matt meets a walking social disaster. In simpler terms.. a girl. I know. Matt Sturniolo and girls aren’t exactly a match made in heaven. But maybe this one is an exception?

September 14, 1976 – A Warm, Late-Summer Evening

The air smelled like gasoline and fading sunlight, warm in that way September gets when summer refuses to let go. The pavement still held onto the heat of the afternoon, radiating up through the soles of Matt Sturniolo’s sneakers as he walked home from McCleary’s Market with a bag of records under his arm. The sky had that golden, hazy look, half dusk, half dream, where everything feels a little too quiet, like the world is holding its breath before night fully settles in.

Matt liked moments like this. When the streets were mostly empty, the radio static in his head quieted, and the only sound was the scuff of his sneakers against the sidewalk.

Then, out of nowhere—

BAM.

A blur of curls. A crash. The sharp edge of a shopping cart jamming into his hip.

Matt stumbled back, nearly dropping his records, as someone practically barreled into him outside the market. A girl.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, immediately grabbing his arms like she could keep him upright through sheer force of will. “Are you okay? Jesus, I wasn’t looking—well, obviously I wasn’t looking, because if I was looking, you wouldn’t be half-dead on the sidewalk right now, but—oh no, did I break something? Are you gonna sue me? Wait, do people actually do that? I mean, I wouldn’t sue if I got hit with a shopping cart, but—”

Matt just blinked at her, trying to process what the hell just happened.

The girl, who had massive brown eyes and a mess of dark curls that looked like they had a mind of their own, stared back at him expectantly, waiting for a response.

“…You talk a lot,” he muttered.

She grinned. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

And then, before he could say anything else, she reached into his grocery bag, dropped a box of Frosted Flakes inside, and walked off like nothing happened.

Matt stood there for a long moment, watching her bounce away down the sidewalk, talking to an old lady who looked very confused but not entirely displeased by her presence.

What the hell just happened?

And, more importantly…

Who was she?

@issysh3ll

Authors note.. (Okay a few things this is my first series that I wanted to start and I have a few questions. Do you guys want her to have a name and be her own character or do you want it to be a reader type thing. And also I tried to write this in a rom com type style so if you don’t like it pls lmk. Tell me anything you don’t like. And lastly do you guys want smut in this later on? Because that’s definitely possible)

taglist.. @italiansunsetsss @b1gba113r @st7rnioioss-alt @sincerlykelsss @throatgoat4u @wiseladypoetry @gracieabrmslvr @sweetangelgirl7 @pearlzier @1-hypegvrl @piperrrr-16 @mackyyyk @luna443 @flowerxbunnie @cwemetrys @calliepie @cupidsword @recklesssturniolo @littlebookworm803 @blissfulxsins @camsturnz @st7rnioioss @rempessturniolo

[matthewswifeee]

Wedding Fun

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Today you're attending a wedding along with your boyfriend, Matt and his family. It wasn't vey often that any of you got all dressed up but this was one of those times. You and Chris were the last two scrambling to finish getting ready. You are standing in front of the mirror in Matt's room doing your makeup when he comes up behind you placing his hands on your waist slightly gripping the fabric of the long back dress you were wearing and kissing your neck softly.

"Stop it, I'm already taking forever" I say scrunching my nose and leaning into Matt. "But you just look so good" Matt says taking a step back so that you could continue applying your makeup. You look up at him in the mirror and God does he look good. "Baby come on" Matt says noticing that you stopped and trying to get you to hurry up.

"Nick wants to do tiktoks for the group account" Chris tells Matt as he enters the room with us tugging at his poorly tied tie. "Alright give me a sec" Matt says watching something on his phone. "Wait" I say stopping Chris just as I finish my mascara. I turn around pointing at his tie making the two boys both laugh. "Let me help you" I say grabbing the tie and adjusting it. "How does she know how to do that and I don't" Chris says making Matt laugh once again. "Don't feel bad, I tied Matt's too" I say patting his shoulder. "GUYS COME ON" Nick shouts from downstairs making the two boys and myself hurry down the stairs with my shoes, purse and phone in my hands.

I stand off tot he side as Nick sets up the phone for the three of them to make their tiktok. I slip on my heels and throw the small purse over my shoulder listening to the music start playing as the boys stand in front of the camera. "Another" Nick states before propping up the phone once again. The music starts playing and Matt quickly grabs my hand pulling me in front of him before pressing his body against me. All you can feel is his slightly hard dick pressing against your ass sending sensations through your body making you slightly bite your lip from being caught off guard. "Alright kids come on" Matt's dad says to the four of us signaling to us that it was time to leave.

We all pile into the car with Matt and I in the very back alone. It wasn't a long car ride but it felt like hours with Matts hand resting on my thigh as his fingers rubbed my leg slightly. We arrive when the wedding was taking place, meeting Matt's brother, Justin there. We walk inside seeing the beautiful scenery that overcame but venue. Finding our seats and quickly being sat in them. Matt and his brothers are all talking and laughing which I would usually join in on but my mind is to focused on how amazing my boyfriend looks in that black suit paired with the Dior tie, matching the black dress I was wearing.

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The ceremony part of the wedding was long over and we've been at the reception for about two hours now. Matt and his brothers had been taking pictures and chatting with family the whole night, introducing me to a lot of new family members but still all that was on my mind is when we'd be leaving so that I could rip that suit right off of him. "You ok" Nick asks snapping me out of the daze I had been in most of the night. "Yea, yea I'm good" I respond giving Matt's hand that was placed in mine a squeeze making him turn his attention toward me. "I'll be back I have to use the bathroom" I whisper so that only Matt could hear me.

"Dad can I borrow they keys for a minute" Matt asks his dad quietly. "Sure, why" he responds handing Matt the keys from his jacket. "Uh (Y/n) got her period" Matt says coming up with something so that his dad wouldn't ask anymore questions. I walk out of the bathroom and see Matt standing there waiting for me. "Let's go" he says grabbing my hand and leading me to the car. "What are we doing" I say getting into the passenger side as he opens the door for me. "You think I haven't noticed you quiet literally staring at me all night long" Matt says before closing the door the climbing into the drivers seat and starting the car.

It was dark out and pretty late so there was practically no one else out right now. Matt drives down the road a bit and pulls into an empty parking garage. The garage was dimly lit up by the lights inside, just enough for us to see what we were doing but not enough for anyone to see into the car. "Gotta make this quick" Matt says climbing into the back seat and I follow.

I sit on Matt's lap facing towards him as his hands are resting on my ass and mine are placed on his shoulders. Matt takes a moment, looking me up and down before pulling me a bit closer for a kiss. "I love you, you know that" Matt says pressing his forehead against mine making me smile like an idiot. I give him another soft kiss until we both heard a loud knocking sound on the window. You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Matt opens the back door stepping out of the car but leaving the door open. "What are you kids doing" the officer questions Matt and I can tell he's quite embarrassed as am I. "We um, we were just talking" Matt says looking back at me as he tugs on his expensive tie nervously. "Well how about the two of you get out of here and get back to whatever fancy place you came from" the officer says taking a step away from the car. Matt helps me out of the backseat and opens the passenger door once again for me to get in before he gets in the driver seat. "You ok" I ask placing my hand on his leg as he starts driving away and I see him let out a breath. "I can not believe that just happened" he says making us both laugh.

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I know this is old news but it took me forever to end it lol