#Matthew sturniolo x reader

[sweetshuga]

𝒀’𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆? ✰ 𝑴.𝑺

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ fwb!matt ⋆ p in v ⋆ pet name ⋆ safe sex (best sex) ⋆ big dick!matt + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Sneaking around with your friend (with benefits) ’cause he’s not ready to tell his brothers.

It isn’t easy sneaking around. Well, that’s given when Matt is always home with his brothers, but you two always found a way to sneak around without raising any suspicions.

Fast forward to finally having some alone time for once thanks to Nick and Chris going to the store to pick up some stuff. You two got down and dirty embarrassingly quickly—quite literally right after they left. Matt was pining you against the wall and it escalated from there, and before you knew it, you were on Matt’s bed with him on top of you.

You had a pillow propped under your hips as Matt’s hefty length slid in and out of your sopping wet cunt in languid, deep thrusts. His hands caressed your body as his mouth dominated yours in a deep kiss, effectively swallowing your pretty little moans.

Matt was gentle, but dominant enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. His hands roamed all over your body like he couldn’t get enough of you, his mouth trailed kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before soothing it with more kisses.

It wasn’t long before you felt a warmth spreading through your stomach. The feeling of tautness slowly increased with each of his languid thrusts.

Matt, ever the observer, caught on to the telltale signs of your impending orgasm quite quickly. One of his hands travelled down to press against your lower abdomen, just above your mound.

You weren’t expecting him to suddenly start pounding into you, but he did. His hips picked up pace, slapping against your thighs as he put more pressure on your pelvis and tilted his hips at a certain angle—that’s when you felt it.

He was hitting your g-spot dead on.

Your eyes rolled back involuntarily, a sharp gasp ripping from your throat, followed by breathy moans that grew in volume the more he pressed against your pelvis.

Your back arched, nails digging into his back as you felt yourself being fucked – quite literally – silly. All thoughts disappeared as your senses zeroed in on the intense pleasure of his tip slamming into your g-spot over and over again.

Matt groaned in pleasure and exertion as he held himself up with one hand, keeping his other pressed firmly against your lower abdomen as he pounded into you with more vigor.

"Y’feel me deep inside?" he suddenly rasped, his voice hoarse and deeper than usual. He thrust sharply, burying himself deep inside you, and his cock hit just right as if to emphasize his words.

"Fuuuckk, sweetheart- you feel soo fucking good." Matt babbled as he kept fucking you, feeling your pussy grip him tightly—almost greedily like you didn’t want to let go. The feeling made him shudder and goosebumps formed on his skin when he felt your nails rake across his back.

Your face contorted in pleasure when you reached your climax. Your back arched as you cried out, your inner walls fluttering rhythmically around his still pistoning cock. Matt followed shortly after, filling the condom full of his warm cum as he let out low moans.

Matt slumped on top of you, taking a few deep breaths to steady his fast heartbeats before lifting himself up just enough to pull out. He took off his condom, tying it up and discarding it in the trash bin beside your nightstand before rolling onto his back and pulled you with him, cuddling with you.

He’s just so sweet—too sweet for a friend with benefits.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟓𝟖𝟒 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[sturnmeovr]

I’d sell my left kidney to be Matt’s lemon ✨sorbet✨

(Ik the quality is butt — leave me alone, I forgot to turn the settings up😭)

[malsmind]

𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴

this was bad. this wasn't something that ever happened to you. but the fact that it did happen, dreaming about someone who you haven't even had sex with like that, was horrible to you.

you felt bad, ashamed almost. but most of all, you felt so fucking desperate. desperate for someone who you were convinced would never touch you like he just did in your dream.

“yeahhh, that's a good girl. cmon you can do it.” matt whispered in your ear, his fingers moving fast, his lips on your neck, almost too much for you to handle as he talked you trough it the entire time. praising you, making you feel pathetic with his little whispers “such a needy girl, so desperate for my fingers, hm?” you moan, your grip on his wrist tightening as his fingers plunged in and out of you faster. “didn't give you a single thing, barely even touched you and now you're so close already. so pathetic.” a low chuckle left his lips, stopping his movements right as he felt your walls tighten, and heard your moans turn into gasps. “you know i can't give you more, angel.”

you continued where matt had left you. on the edge, wanting more, craving more.

you knew it was just a dream, a dirty little fantasy you felt ashamed for having. but it felt so real, and it was all you needed. your mind replayed the dream over and over, your fingers desperately working inside of you to get the orgasm you were denied in your dream.

“matt—” you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut, imagining it was his fingers inside of you. his hand squeezing your tits.

the way his lips felt on yours, his hands gripping your waist. you felt so embarrased, not just because of the way you lost control and kissed him in his car when he drove you home, but for the way you were touching yourself to the thought of him, to the man who never gave you more but cold, one word answers and leaving you looking like a fool for begging for his attention.

your teeth sunk into your pillow, muffling your moans as your orgasm crashed down on you. matt's name leaving your lips in small whimpers, wishing it was his fingers that made you cum.

and of course, matt was watching. he always was.

you just never knew.

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ɴɪᴘᴘʟᴇɢᴀᴛᴇ

…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘤, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘱 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴' 𝘫𝘶𝘨

silly smut, teasing, nipple play, biting, oral fixation, playful, established relationships, sensitive nipples, humour, chug jug

word count - 600ish

You don’t mean to get distracted. Really, you don’t.

But Matt’s shirt is off, and you’re on top of him, straddling his lap, his hands so soft yet heavy on your waist. He’s murmuring something, something low and sweet against your skin, but you’re not really listening. Your eyes keep drifting down… to the way his chest rises and falls… the way his pecs flex slightly when he shifts.

And more importantly, to his nipple.

Matt’s lips meet yours… hungry, desperate, his hands roaming all over your body. It’s a kiss that’s almost too much, but then he shifts, his chest pressing against yours, and your hands can’t help but roam, trailing down the smooth, warm skin of his torso.

Your palm lands on his pec, fingers splayed as you squeeze gently, feeling the taut muscle beneath his skin. Without warning, you move your mouth to his neck, trailing soft kisses before you drop lower, pressing a soft, teasing kiss over the spot on his chest that’s begging for attention.

Then, without warning, you bite down.

Matt sucks in a sharp breath. His fingers tighten at your waist, muscles tensing beneath you. “Did you just…”

You glance up at him, lips still brushing against the spot. “What?”

“You bit my–” He cuts himself off with a groan when you flick your tongue over the peak, soothing the sting.

“Yeah,” you hum, lips curling. “Looked yummy.”

Matt drops his head back against the pillow, exhaling through his nose like he’s summoning patience. “You’re actually insane.”

And yet, he doesn’t stop you. Not when you mouth at him again, not when you tug at the sensitive bud with your teeth, not when you suck just a little harder, just to see what he does.

The answer?

His hands tighten. His breath stutters. And when you bite down again…

Matt whines.

In response, you suck harder at his nipple, using your teeth just enough to drive him wild, and he loses the fight to keep his control.

“Alright, alright,” he finally grunts, rolling you over so that he’s on top, pinning you to the bed with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

“You wanna play, huh? Let's play.”

Chris is deep in a round of Fortnite, his eyes glued to the screen, controller in hand, laughing into the headset as he banters with his friends. You’re sitting on his lap, legs sprawled lazily across his thighs, resting your head against his chest.

He’s so caught up in the game that he doesn’t notice you slowly shifting your attention from the screen to the spot right under your nose.

His pecs.

Leaning down, you press your lips to his chest, right over the sensitive little spot on his nipple that you know drives him crazy… and you slurp.

Chris’s whole body freezes. His fingers stop moving on the controller, and his head tilts slightly as he looks down at you in surprise. “Baby.”

But you don’t stop. You press your mouth harder against his pec, suckling a little longer this time, feeling the way his body reacts before you pull back to tease him with a playful smile.

“I’m just chugging your jug,” you murmur.

Chris’s breath hitches. His hand instinctively moves to your waist, squeezing tighter. “I… God, stop,” he manages to say, his voice catching in a way that’s almost embarrassing, but his hips shift under you, betraying him.

You flick your tongue against the nipple, knowing exactly how much it drives him wild. “Sensitive, huh?”

He bites back a groan, his grip tightening on the controller, but his focus is clearly shot. “You’re gonna make me lose, come on…” His words come out in short bursts as you keep teasing the sensitive spot.

“You are losing,” you tease, sucking lightly again. “So I figured I'd take care of you instead."

You slurp again, just a little too forcefully this time, his breath catches in his throat, and he can’t hold back the whimper that escapes him.

“Okay, okay... no more,” he says, chuckling through the words, but his grip on you doesn’t loosen. He’s definitely not letting you go.

You grin, deciding that maybe a quick win is in order. You’ll get to play with him… eventually.

thank you to rose for the dividers!! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: as a bisexual man, :p (pls do not get the ref)

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[ifwdominicfike]

when matt gets a little loud you have the perfect way to silence him

── .✦. ──

“mommy- fuck please please ple-“ your hips come to a halt, your nails dig into his chest as you hear him hiss at the sting. “fucking be quiet, y’want your brothers to hear you? huh?” you give his cheek a light slap, his face turning to the side at the hit.

he looks at you with big eyes while mumbling, “n-no, no mommy.. pl- need you t’move..” he pouts, his blunt nail dig into your hips while trying to move you up and down. “nuh uh, y’dont get to control this when all you’ve been a desperate slut. hands behind your head, now.” you demand. “b-but mama.. promise i’ll be a good boy f’you-“ you huff and roll your eyes, your hips beginning to grind down onto him.

“just shhh baby, jus’ take it. yeah? you’re gonna be good for mama?” he doesn’t hesitate to nod head his head vigorously, letting out small pleas and cries about how much he needs you.

“y-yeah yeah fuck! oh shit- mommy please, PLEASE-“ before he could let out another sound your hand goes to cup his mouth, completely shutting him up. “yeahh, y’like that? need to be quiet baby.. fucking keep that mouth shut.” you grin as you watch his eyes widen at the sudden gesture, you hear him mumble something under your hand.

you remove your hand and decide to grip onto his jaw, the stubble scratching you but you don’t mind. “what was that? one more time f’me.” you smile while watching him try to form a sentence, “ma- mama — mmm’ more! please, m’so close.” he pleads, you laugh at laugh him and slip your fingers into his mouth. “make me come first, then, we’ll see about you.. alright?”

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

just noticed that i always have sub!matt bottoming and reader is ALWAYS riding him.. oops (if this is bad, shhh)

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[delilahsturniolo]

⋆˙⟡ brat!tamer matt loves to tease you when you’re having an attitude with him

(𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨, 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠, 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙟𝙤𝙗.)

the flickering fluorescent lights of the cramped apartment cast harsh shadows, highlighting the tension between them. your eyes blazed with defiance. matt had enough of your bratty attitude. tonight, he was going to let you know your place.

matt unbuttoned your blouse with practiced ease, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. you tried to pull away, but matt’s grip tightened, pinning you against the cold, smooth surface of the counter. your protests were met with a low growl, matt’s voice a dangerous rumble against her ear. "y’think you can get away with this, doll?" matt murmured, his breath hot against your skin as he trailed a finger down your exposed collarbone. matt pressed a hard kiss to your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "think again."

to say matt was being a total tease was an understatement. you had been whiny the whole time you and matt were at the store earlier, and giving smart responses all morning too. the moment you two got home, matt decided enough is enough. you didn’t expect to be bent over the kitchen counter, being tessed and degraded by your boyfriend. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it, though.

matt ripped off your panties, the fabric falling to the floor with a soft, pathetic sound. he lowered himself, his gaze locking with yours. "beg f’me baby, i ain’t givin’ you what you want until you tell me.” matt grabbed your boob, his lips finding his way to yours as he stood behind you, indulging you in a hot, hungry kiss that tasted of dominance and desire. "matt...touch me please..” you whimpered, your voice barely a breath.

"hm? and why would i do that? y’think you deserve it? after the way you acted today?" he murmured, his voice laced with a cruel pleasure as he slowly teased your soaked folds with his cock, not giving you what you want still. your body arched against his, a gasp escaping your lips. “matt! m’sorry okay? please just fuck me..” you begged, it was honestly pathetic. “yeah? want me to fuck this pretty little pussy?” matt scoffed, spanking your soaked cunt, causing you to jump slightly.

you nodded desperately, lifting your leg up slightly, your boobs resting against the cold marble material of the counter. suddenly, matt slammed into you, eliciting a loud mix between a moan and whimper out of your mouth. “f—fuck!” you gasped. matt moved slowly at first, teasing, exploring, then quickened the pace, his thrusts becoming more insistent, more urgent. your moans were a symphony of pain and pleasure, a primal chorus that resonated in the confined space.

matt’s hands gripped your wrists, pulling them swiftly behind your back, his fingers digging into your flesh. matt pressed his chest up against your back, his lips moving from your neck to your ear, his words a mixture of cruel taunts and whispered pleas. "where’d that smart mouth go, huh? weren’t you bein’ bratty just a few moments ago? and now, all you can do is fuckin’ moan, bein’ fucked so dumb by me.." matt leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "you wanna cum?” matt asked, knowing the answer already. he was going to make you beg.

“oh fuck—yes please..” you pathetically whimpered.

"mmmmm…not yet, you didn’t show me you deserve to cum yet." matt laughed, a harsh, cruel sound.

your moans intensified, body arching against his, a rhythm that pulsed with increasing intensity. matts words were like shards of glass, cutting you deeply, yet somehow, they fueled the fire of your desire. he could feel you tightening around him, your muscles clenching and releasing in a frantic dance of pleasure and pain. your pleas turned into moans, your moans into shrieks of ecstasy and anticipation. matt moved with a feverish intensity, his hand found his way to your throat, wrapping his fingers around it, not tightly though.

the world exploded in a surge of pure sensation. you were fucked so dumb on matt’s cock that you couldn’t even formulate words. “m—matt…i’m sorry—can’t hold it..” you babbled, moaning in between, your legs shaking as matt continued thrusting into you, one of his hands moving down to your clit, rubbing fast circles.

“you can and you will sweetheart.” matt smirked, he knew what he was doing to you. you threw your head back in pleasure. feeling both matt’s cock and fingers felt like you were in a whole different dimension. and…this feeling didn’t last for long. suddenly, matt pulled out from you completely, removing his fingers from your pussy as well. you groaned in frustration at the ruined orgasm.

“matt, what the fuck!?” you whined, matt only smiled down at you. he grabbed your shoulders, pulling you off the counter, and slowly pushing you down on your knees. you surprisingly let it happen, looking up at him with submission in your eyes. “put that bratty mouth to use, show me you’re sorry. then i’ll give you what you want.” matt demanded. you felt a sensation of excitement course throughout you.

a smile plastered on your face as you arched your back, slowly wrapping your hand around matt’s cock, giving it a quick stroke before placing your lips on his tip. “fuck mama..” matt grunted. you knew you were in for a long night, and matt was going to make you work for what you wanted.

© delilahsturniolo | do not copy, reuse, or modify any of my works.

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💌: hellurrrr hope u guys like this one! much more to come!! love you all so much! :)

[matthewswifeee]

GUYS I HAVE A WHOLE FOLDER OF MATT AUDIOS IN MY PHONE !!!!

[draqu1a]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A LONG NIGHT . . .

— what kind? : SMUT — warnings : sexual&suggestive content ahead , viewers discretion is adviced , MDNI .

The hum of the engine vibrates through your body. “Seriously, you’re going where at this hour?” you ask, leaning against the doorway as Matt slips into his leather jacket.

The summer air is thick and sweet, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and impending mischief.

“Just a ride,” he says, flashing that grin that still makes your stomach flip after all this time og being together. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Bullshit. You just wanted an excuse to rev that obnoxious machine of yours and wake up the entire neighborhood.”

He laughs, a low rumble that’s almost as intoxicating as the exhaust fumes clinging to him. “Jealous?”

“Hardly. Just thinkin’ about how much quieter my bed is than that… that vibrating death trap.”

He raises an eyebrow, that familiar glint in his eyes. “Oh, I don’t know. I seem to recall you enjoying a little… vibration last night.”

You shove him playfully. “Shut up. Just be careful, okay? And don’t be an idiot.”

He steps closer, the leather of his jacket brushing against your bare arms. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Unless…” He pauses, his gaze dropping to your lips. “You wanna come?”

Your heart skips a beat. “On that thing? You know I hate motorcycles.”

“Yeah, but you hate missing out on anything I’m doing even more.” He knows you too well.

“Fine. But if I die, I’m haunting your ass forever.”

He laughs, grabbing an extra helmet from the hook by the door. “Deal. Now get your ass on the bike before I change my mind.”

The first few minutes are exactly as you expected — terrifying. The wind whips at your face, the engine roars between your legs and you cling to Matt like a goddamn lifeline.

But then, something shifts. The road opens up, the houses start to disappear and the air cools. The moon hangs low in the sky, bathing the world in soft moonlight.

He picks up speed, and the fear slowly morphs into adrenaline. You loosen your grip, almost daring to breathe. The world becomes a blur of stars and shadows, and you feel… free.

“Faster,” you yell into his ear, your voice barely audible above the roar of the engine.

He complies, the bike quickly moving forward. He glances back at you, a wild grin on his face. You know that look. It’s the look he gets when he’s about to do something stupid, something reckless or what he would call ‘fun’.

An idea sparks in your mind, a dangerous little fire. You lean back against the seat, bracing yourself against the front of his motorcycle. “Matt,” you say, your voice low and suggestive.

He tenses. “What?”

You lean back further, until your back is fully against the front. You can feel the heat of his hands slowly creeping up to grip your exposed waist. “I’m bored,” you state.

He doesn’t say anything but you can feel the subtle shift in his posture, the way his grip tightens on you to stabilize you. He’s trying to stay focused, but you know you’re getting to him.

You sit back up, reaching out a hand and run it along the outline of his jawline, opening up his face shield so he could see you better. “Maybe you should pull over,” you suggest, your voice barely a breath.

He groans, a sound that’s swallowed by the wind. “Jesus Christ, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” you say, nuzzling your face into his chest. “But at least you’ll die happy.”

He doesn’t answer, just keeps driving. But you can feel the tension radiating off him in waves, the battle he’s waging between control and desire. You know you’ve won.

The bike sputters to a halt in the driveway. He kills the engine and the sudden silence is very loud. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even look at you. He just sits there, his chest heaving.

You swing your leg over the side of the bike and straddle the seat infront of him. You wrap your arms around his waist, pressing yourself against him. “So,” you say, your voice husky. “What now?”

He finally turns his head, his eyes dark and hungry. “Now,” he says, his voice rough, “I’m going to try very hard not to fuck you right here on the goddamn driveway.”

You laugh, a throaty sound that vibrates against his ear. “Promises, promises.”

He throws his leg over the bike and stumbles inside, you follow behind him.

The kitchen is dark, lit only by the faint glow of the moon through the window. He heads straight for the fridge, grabbing a root beer. He pops the top and takes a long swig, his eyes never leaving yours.

He throws the empty can in the sink with a loud metallic sound. You take a step towards him, and he meets you halfway. His hands find your waist, pulling you close.

Your bodies press together and you can feel the hard ridge of his erection against your stomach.

You tilt your head back and kiss him, a deep, hungry kiss that instantly leaves you breathless. His tongue dives into your mouth, tasting of his drink he had and desperation. Your hands find their way under his shirt, stroking the smooth skin of his back.

He groans again, pulling away slightly. “I can’t… I can’t think straight when you do that,” he whispers, his voice ragged.

“Good,” you say, and snake your hand down to cup his cock through his jeans. He hisses in a breath.

You start to deliver soft strokes to him, feeling him swell and harden in your hand.

He breaks the kiss to pull you closer and whispers in your ear “You are such a fucking tease”.

He picks you up into his arms and wraps your legs around his waist as he makes his way to the bedroom.

The rest of the night is a blur of tangled limbs, ragged breaths, and whispered moans.

The world outside fades away and there’s only you and him, wrapped in each other’s arms, lost in the intoxicating dance of lust and love.

The world is fading in and out as you reach your breaking point, you and Matt sharing each other’s love.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹🃜 . yappin claudia : i’m sooo tired bro, but here u go with another fic :D

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹🃜 . taglist : @strnilolover @ifwdominicfike @courta13 @sturns-mermaid @sturnsc @whore4aretz . . . .

[cvnntagious]

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

a cowboy!matt & farmer’s daughter!reader blurb…

you knew it was wrong—letting matt have his way with you while your father slept only a few rooms away. you couldn’t help yourself. with his smooth tone as he made sweet promises to you, it didn’t take long for you to get in this position. his hand covered your mouth as he rocked his hips steadily, muffling your cute whimpers.

matt was well aware this was all new to you, using that to his advantage. he wanted to take his time with you, but he knew he couldn’t, the fear of getting caught stopping him from keeping you under him for hours. still, it didn’t keep him from being gentle.

each caress of his fingers on your bare skin was like a silent worship, gently using his thumb to rub circles on your needy bundle of nerves. “mmph!” you gasped into his palm, the feeling of his soft fingertip on your most sensitive area causing your already tight hole to clench around him.

“shit,” he hissed, his head dropping to land his eyes on where you were stretched by him.

he couldn’t help but chuckle at the way you tugged on his unbuttoned flannel, back arching off the bed as he hit that gummy spot inside you repeatedly. “gonna cum already, darlin’?” he asked in a whisper, looking up into your pleading eyes without letting up his pace.

when you nodded your head, another small whine spilling past your covered lips, his movements slowed, now working to hit deeper inside you. “can ya hold out fer me?” he asked, free hand moving to tuck a strand of your sweat soaked hair behind your ear, “wanna finish with you… make it last a lil longer.”

*

“say i’m your favourite cowgirl / and i’ll let you ride it all night” -nessa barret

w/c : ??

a/n : i might be so back

-love, your grandma cvnty ☆!

[sturniolostars]

𝓛𝓞𝓛𝓛𝓘𝓟𝓞𝓟

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

In which: Chris wanted to have a taste of you on his lollipop

TW: NSFW, dirty Chris, inappropriate use of lollipop, dirty talk, oral-ish idk

How I ended up here I don’t know, but here I am. On my back holding my legs up as Chris’s heart shaped sucker teases my clit. “Look at this pretty pussy” he praises.

The coldness of the sucker runs up and down my slit, spreading my wetness. “Please Chris” I beg. Shit I must be touch deprived if I’m begging to get fucked with a goddamn strawberry flavored sucker.

“Such a whore” he snarls. The sucker smacks my clit causing me to flinch and let out a broken moan. The sucker slowly trails downward until he pushes inside me.

I moan. It’s ridges hitting just the right spot. “Fucking shit” I whimper. He moves it slowly in and out and the urge to move my hips is strong but I keep my place. “Please faster” I beg.

He smirks, but does it nonetheless. My back arches a bit at the sensation it sends through me. “Yes” I moan. The room filled with the wet sounds of the sweet treat being fucked in and out of me.

“I’m gonna fucking cum!” I cry. The sucker speeds up even more. “That’s a good slut” he growls. “Be a good whore for me and cum all over this sucker so I can taste you on it” he demands.

That’s all it takes for my mouth to hangs open in a silent scream. My eyes roll back and my walls convulse around the lollipop. He removes it with a pop and runs it up to circle my clit once more, earning a little whimper of overstimulation.

He chuckles and brings it to his lips. I watch’s as he sucks my juices off of it getting turned on again. His eyes roll just from the sweet strawberry flavor mixed with my sweet essence.

“Fuck I could cum from just the taste of this” he groans. His eyes land back on mine. “Maybe that’s just what I’ll do” he puts his hand around my throat. “Lay back down. We do this until the lollipop is gone”

Who am I to say no?

a/n: I’ve meant to write this forever! More like I’ve been meaning to write more in general. I have so many ideas just no motivation to bring them to life.

Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

@chrissleftshoe I’m back 😼

@kadesturnz this is my lollipop creation I mentioned lol

[sweetshuga]

𝑪’𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ bf!matt ⋆ pet names ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ p in v + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Fucking you into the bed as you try (and fail) to read.

The bed creaked rhythmically as Matt’s hips slapped softly against your ass with each of his thrusts. You laid on your stomach with a pillow propped under you as you tried your best to read the book you were holding but all the words seemed a jumbled mess.

The way his thick, veiny length dragged across your gummy walls as he pulled back before slamming into you and hitting your cervix with his tip in an almost bruising intensity made your mind fog with pleasure.

Your grasp on the book loosened when he pulled your hips up and slammed down into you—hitting your g-spot so spot on that it left you seeing stars. Your eyes rolled back and mouth hung open. The book you were reading, or tried but failed to read, was long discarded on the bed in front of you as you desperately clutched onto the bedsheets instead.

"Hm? Didn’t you say you could read while I did my thing?" Matt leaned down and whispered breathlessly in your ear, grunting softly as he fastened his pace—eliciting more desperate moans from you.

"Haahh..." He let out a breathy chuckle at the slutty sounds coming from you. His hips was now flush against your ass as he rolled them forward instead of actually thrusting into you. The action made his cock go impossibly deep inside you, adding enough pressure against your cervix to make you squirm under him.

"C’mon, baby." Matt drawled, finding your needy whimpers to be equally amusing as it was arousing. "Don’t just go dumb on my dick and read your book, yeah?" He chuckled, taunting you as he kept the deep penetration.

Your ability to speak, or let alone think, coherently was long gone. The words tumbling out of your mouth were half gibberish and half praises and pleas for more.

Matt helped you hold the book, a smirk on his lips when he saw the difficulty you had to keep the book held up. He propped held himself up with one arm as the other held your hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugged on it to keep you from burying your face into the bed, making you look at the book.

You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly. The warm, taut feeling in your lower abdomen left you whining his name. "Matt—mmfh—c-cumming-- fuuuck!" You whimpered urgently, feeling the pressure slowly unravel as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

"Theeere you go." Matt cooed before groaning in pleasure as your inner muscles milked his shaft in rhythmical clenches. "Feels soo good baby—you’re squeezing me s’good." He breathed out shakily as he thrust into you slowly to prolong your high, making your whole body shudder and jolt from aftershocks.

Matt felt himself growing closer and quickly pulled out before starting to furiously fist his length over your ass. His head was thrown back, jaw clenched and brows knitted together as he got closer and closer to his release.

A few more pumps and he was painting your cheeks and lower back with his warm, creamy semen. Soft profanities left his lips as he kept stroking his length and spurting more cum over your ass. His whole body shuddered as the last small spurt of his release coated your already messy lower back.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing, you both finally came down from your highs, completely sated and exhausted—in a good way.

Matt took off his t-shirt without hesitation and cleaned up your back and ass off of his release before tossing it somewhere on the floor beside the bed. He laid next to you and pulled you into his side, holding you close as a contented sigh escaped you both.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟔𝟏𝟗 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

Isa’s rambling ۶ৎ This is lowkey yummy tho, I need this. If anyone has read this on another account... that was me and this is a re-post ’cause I couldn’t js scrap it.

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[sturnmeovr]

♡‧₊˚ Neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader - Love Bites

The light from the tv flashes throughout Matt’s bedroom, the faint smell of his cologne wafts over you with each subtle movement of his. Matt lays sprawled out across the bed, his face pressed firmly against the inside of your thigh, your other leg propped lazily across his opposite shoulder, as he stares up at you. Redness forms at the base of your cheeks, his gaze being too intense for you to endure.

Being in such an intimate position with him like this wasn’t something out of the ordinary but it wasn’t in either of your guys' daily routine. Granted you had been hooking up with him for a while now, you still had those stomach-churning butterflies anytime he was in close proximity to you. An unwanted natural reaction that always left you a nervous mess when he was around. 

You reach a hand out, tangling it through his loose, brown coils. Letting the air dissipate from your lungs as you rake your fingers through his messy locs, “missed you,” you hum, your voice small and sweet, something he adored about you. Angelic was how he described it when he talked about you in your absence. 

Matt gently caresses his thumb along the outside side of thigh, lowering his head to press a light kiss to the inside of it. His lips were soft to the touch, like he had been moisturizing with his vanilla space camp lip balm every day since you had been gone. The feather-like sensation of his lips against such a sensitive spot sends goose bumps forming in rows down your arms. That same unwelcome natural reaction that makes your body shiver against its own will. 

He fixes his gaze on you — eyes so blue, you could skydive in them if you really put your mind to it. A playful smirk pulling at his lips before he connects his mouth to your skin once more, this time grazing his teeth against you. Shocks of electricity wave throughout your body, burying themselves deep in your core as Matt sucks and nips at the delicate spot. 

“Ma — Matt,” your breath catching in the back of your throat and your grasp around his chocolatey strands tightening just enough for him to feed off of your reaction. Sinking his teeth into your skin ever so gently, making you squirm in the process. Lightly gliding his tongue over the tender spot, kissing and sucking at it — replacing the pain with a yearning for more — as you arch your back, bucking into his touch subtly. You missed it more than anything, almost like a homesick feeling. 

Matt pulls away, a barely audible popping noise softly bounces off the walls of his room as he does so. He studies the love bite he left you, rings of red and light purple quickly forming around the edges. Matt looks up at you, “I always miss you,” he coos, his words tantalizing if anything. 

Moments like this were journal-worthy to you. The intimacy you and Matt shared was out of this world, it didn’t matter if it was sexual or not. It was comforting. He always gave you some type of newfound need for his affection, it was foreign to you. Nobody ever left you aching for more.

♡‧₊˚ Chey’s Note - just a sweet little blurb while I work on developing this au a bit more! I’ve been getting lots of requests for these two. Let me know what you guys think. Possibly a part 2?? & don’t be afraid to send me questions and suggestions! Or just talk me, I love talking to you guys! 🥹🫶🏻

Wc - 543??

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[throatgoat4u]

nuh uh uh

i wrote this in the car cause like it was a ten hour drive. what did you want me to do?!?! anyways, i'm still not really all too good w smut n shit so like bear with me while i learn. lowkey also, i've been feeding you guys with hella drabbles lately (it's cause they're minimal effort ngl). anywho.... enjoy!

toodles sluts :)

dividers: @bernardsbendystraws

“you gettin’ close, sweetheart?” his voice is low, dripping with amusement, and his fingers don’t slow down, rubbing that spot that has your legs shaking.

“yeah,” you gasp out, your breath catching as that familiar warmth builds in your stomach, so close it’s almost painful. your hips rock up, chasing that feeling, just a little more—

but then—

“yeaaaaah no.”

your eyes fly open as he pulls his fingers away, leaving you right on the edge. your body tenses, and a frustrated whine escapes your lips. “wha-what?” you blink up at him, confusion written all over your face. “why… why would you do that?”

matt just smirks, his eyes dark and full of something that makes your stomach flip. he doesn’t even answer right away, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean, making sure you see it.

“‘s what y’get for bein’ a brat today,” he mumbles around his fingers, eyes never leaving yours.

and then—just like that—he’s gone.

“matt?” your voice is small, almost pathetic, but he’s already out the door, leaving you there, aching and absolutely ruined.

taglist: @chrepsi. @sturns-mermaid. @stevelacylovebot. @ribbonlovergirl. @tits4matt.

© throatgoat4u

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴍᴀᴛᴛ?

…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵

She’d felt on edge all day. Scratch that, the whole week. 

Things with Luke lately had been good. They were getting by, and he had even made dinner last night. Some spaghetti. He was trying, and she appreciated it. Or, she was trying to. It made her feel awful, and guilty, but there was a small part of her that felt as if they were coasting.

Her mum was coming to visit, and she was looking forward to it more than she could admit to her over the phone. The guest room was prepared, and Luke had made sure his schedule was free for dinner. He had been very adamant about being there. It was sweet. It should have made her heart swell, should have reminded her why she said yes in the first place. 

Instead, it just made her stomach twist.

When three o’clock at the office rolled around, she kept checking the door, waiting. Her mum had promised to stop by, just to see where she worked, to say hello. She had warned her not to make a scene, and her mum had laughed and said, “Oh, baby, you act like I embarrass you.”

And yet, she still found herself unprepared when she saw her standing there in the doorway, looking delighted to be in an office of all places.

“Mum,” she said, already bracing herself as she stood to give her a hug, “you really didn’t have to come.”

“Don’t be silly! I wanted to see where you spend all your time!” Her mum beamed, taking everything in. “Oh, it's nice! Bit… beige. Do you have a plant or something?”

“No, Mum.”

“You should get one. Maybe a fern. Oh!”

She turned to see Luke approaching from behind them, offering a polite smile.

“Hey, you.” He kissed Y/n’s temple before nodding at her mum. “How have you been?”

“Oh, lovely! Busy place, isn't it?”

“Yeah, it keeps her on her toes.”

Her mum hummed knowingly, eyes flicking past Luke’s shoulder. “And your meeting?”

“Running late. I should get going.” He kissed her cheek again. “See you both at home?”

“Yeah.”

And then, as soon as the door shut behind him, her mum turned to her, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Okay, which one is Matt?”

Her whole body tensed. “Mum!”

“What? I just want to see! You talk about him enough.”

“I do not.”

Her mum gave her a look. “Sweetheart, you do.”

Heat crawled up her neck. She risked a glance across the room. Matt was where he always was, leaned back in his chair, sleeves rolled up, staring at his computer. He must have felt her gaze because he turned slightly, raising an eyebrow. She snapped her head away.

“Is that him?” her mum whispered again, amused. “Oh, he’s cute.”

“Mum, please.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop.”

Across the office, Matt blinked, glancing back at his screen. She seemed happier already, having her mum there. He had seen her looking. Or maybe he was imagining it. Maybe they were just talking about something else, and it was just a coincidence. He shouldn't care either way.

She barely glanced in his direction for the rest of the day, though.

credits to rose for the dividers! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: omg it's been so long i've almost forgotten how to do this dfhjbhsj. hope u enjoy!

taglist: @sturnshood @mattsstarlet @throatgoat4u @sturnsrecord @applecidersturniolo @certainfestivalnerdshepherd @sosasturns @ifwdominicfike @cheriiboo @sturns-mermaid @solarsturniolo @sturnberries @mattscherries @mattsturnsgirlie @snoopychris @hjvi @loverboysturn @backwardshatnick @priscillaog @ribbonlovergirl @irmantez @corspebridedelrey @and-a-monochrome-vision @pretty-random-writer @ilovebirds17 @snoopymatt @princesspeach0-0 @blahbel668 @marysongohmy @sturnl0ve @heavenlybunnies11 @desreads @chris-hallelujah @courta13 @sweetshuga @pair-of-pantaloons @st7rnioioss @mattswifeyy @bluestriips @marialovessturniolo @matts-girlfriend @wtvrnvmnd @sturnslutz @chrislova

[stxrsniolo]

ㅤㅤ──── a cozy crew ❞

matt’s bed was a plushie fortress, and y/n nestled deeper into the chaos, his arm draped lazily over her.

mr. wrinketon, the wrinkly pug plushie, was smooshed against her cheek, while benson, the stubby bull, poked her side.

"matt, how do you even sleep with all these?" she asked, shifting as the pumpkin plushie slid off her lap. matt grinned, tugging the popcorn plushie closer like it was his baby.

"easy, they’re my crew. keeps the vibes cozy, ya know?" he pulled her in tighter, her head resting on his chest as a random bear plushie flopped onto her arm.

"you’re a kid," she said, her voice soft but amused.

"you love it," he teased, nuzzling his face into her hair.

the blankets were a mess, half-buried under more stuffed critters—a bunny, a dinosaur, some lumpy mystery thing.

"this bed’s a zoo," she murmured, grabbing mr. wrinketon to tuck him under her chin.

matt chuckled, "our zoo, babe."

she smiled, warm and safe in the plushie pile, his heartbeat steady beneath her.

︶ ͡ ۫ © stxrsniolo & eclipsturns's all rights deserved ! /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

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[submattsgf]

me nd my future man admiring this pic of matt