#theyluviviₓₒ

[theyluvivi]

hii!! sorry i dont know if you take requests but i just love your writing and was wondering if you could write like a fluff blurb about scratching under chris’s chin in comfort or something >.< no pressure, thank you sweets!

this is literally so cute.. m also the #1 number one puppy chris truther so let me cook

chin scratches...c.s.

"Baby." Chris whines, his eyes haven't left you in minutes. You've been trying to ignore him, but with the feeling of his eyes on you, you've barely made a dent in your book.

You what he wants. "At least look at me." He whines again, louder. Since when did you have a dog for a boyfriend? You glance up from your book, lip in between your teeth as you come to face with Chris's pout.

"Is that book more important than me?" He knows how long you've been trying to finish this book, "Chris, c'mon—" He groans, crawling towards your spot on the bed. "You can read later. Gimme attention." You bite back a smile. He's never been this clingy before. "Just a few more pages—"

He shoves his head into your lap, nuzzling into your thigh. "Nuh–uh. Haven't looked at me in hours." Is a lie, Chris just can't phantom a world where you're not always paying attention to him.

You sigh, finally placing your book down. Running your hands through your boyfriend's hair as he smiles at you. "Next time, I'm kicking you."

"All cause' I was tired of you reading that boring book?" You roll your eyes playfully, watching his eyes temporarily close as you scratch under his chin before he smirks. "Don't start. This is the only way to shut you up."

As soon as your hand goes to pick up your book again, he groans. You look down, raising an eyebrow. "I want all of your attention." It's seriously like having a dog. "Few more pages, promise." He whines, "But I want your attention now."

You let out a hefty sigh, accepting this book is gonna be collecting dust on your book self for a few more months. "That bad?"

He nods into your lap, looking up at you. He knows how weak you are for him. It's terrible. "Okay." You hum, hand finding its way back under his chin. His eyes flutter shut, leaning into your palm as you scratch under his chin once again. "Mhn.....thank you." He mumbles, breathing beginning to even out.

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tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @meiralicious @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy

a/n:...i don't like this... ts pmo.

[theyluvivi]

fingersucking...

sub!chris.

"M-mommy—" He moans, low and whiney. Your hand comes up to cover his mouth, "Shhh, you gotta be quiet, Baby. Don't want your brothers to hear, hmm?" He nods against your hand as another loud moan slips from his lips.

You love how loud he is, but it's different when his brothers are home or you guys aren't at your place. "Mama—" He whines, "N-need— more—"

You know he does. But you can't risk his brother's hearing.

He looks at you with puppy dog eyes, desperately trying to fuck your fist as you hold his hips down. "B-been a good boy— please—"

You can't resist him when he's like this. His back arches as you begin to stroke him again, pre cum seeping from his tip. "Fuccccck—" He rasps, getting louder by the second. "Chris." You warn sternly. He gasps, "M-m'- sorry mama— it just feelsso—" He bucks into your fist, "G-good!"

He's so loud, and you really, really can't even stomach the thought of his brother's catching you guys... but he looks so pretty. Sounds so pretty. And your fingers are right there, brushing his lips.

Glossy eyes, meet yours as you part his lips with your thumb. "Mama—" You shush him, slipping two of your fingers in his mouth. "You wanna cum, don't you, Sweetheart?"

He hums around your fingers. "Gotta keep you quiet, you can suck them for me, can't you?" He nods, his tongue swirling around your fingers.

Your hand speeds up, and you're mesmerized by the sight of his eyes rolling back, hands gripping at the sheets. The feeling of his tongue, the sounds of it around your fingers driving you crazy.

You can't help if you push them deeper to watch him gag.

"Mhfn...c-cum— mama—" He says around your fingers, "C-can I—"

You shove your fingers even deeper, smiling at the tears falling down his cheeks. "Mhm, of course, Baby."

That's all he needs to let go. Thrusting into your fist like there's no tomorrow as white spurts paint his stomach and your hand.

"Thankyoumama..." He slurs.

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tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @mattsleftball @bee-43 @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo @riasturns

a/n: chris btw

[theyluvivi]

no chill by partynextdoor. sugarbaby!chris.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: MEAN reader! slapping. masochist chris. dacryphilia. sub!chris. coming untouched. thas it.

"I— mso— sorry!" He cries out, tears trickling down his face. You slap him again, making the already red mark on his face even redder. "Don't lie to me."

He whines, hips bucking for any friction you'll give him while he attempts to grab at the sheets with the pink, fuzzy handcuffs you put on him. "P-promise! Promise! M' so sorry miss—"

You scoff. "I thought you could handle meeting my friends, but clearly, you can't if the first you do when you're of my sight is flirt with anyone with a pulse." You slap him once again. "Bet that girl from the club doesn't know you're a little bitch in bed, huh?" Chris looks downright, filthy right now. Glassy eyes and spit, dribbling down his chin. Cock twitching and leaking at your every word. How sinful.

"Wan... wanted your attention," Whimpering as he watches you raise your hand. "barely looked at me the whole night talking to your friends."

Your jaw clenches. "That's your excuse?" He gulps. "That's the reason you decided to be a slut in front of them? Was me taking you to Prada earlier, not enough for you?" He shakes his head fearfully. "Nonono— I—"

"Ungrateful, disobedient, little fucking—" Each word that files out your mouth is equal to another slap on the trembling man's face. "Brat. That's what you are, Chris." You roll your as you watch his hips shift upwards. "Cant even punish you. You get off on this shit."

He lets out a whine that turns into a gasp, spurts of cum shooting out of cock all over his stomach and the sheets as his eyes roll back.

He curls into himself, panting. "Ma— ma'am—"

"Are you serious?" You push him over, straddling him. "Did I say you could cum?"

"Imsorry— m' sorry—" He cries out. "M' so sorry it'll never happen again miss—" You tilt your head at the sight beneath you, "I-I'll be so good from now on— listen to everything you say—" He chokes on a sob, you carress the face you've been so harsh to.

"Learned that being stupid little slut doesn't get you anything?" You coo, "Mhm!" He nods with everything in him.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover

a/n: m literally gonna cum. my tip sticky.

[theyluvivi]

bad doggy. sub!chris. matt ver here.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: use of pup/puppy/doggy n ma/mommy. dom reader. not mirror sex not, not mirror sex but a secret third thing. bratty chris. degradation...? overstimulation. sex toys.... thas abt it.

Chris can't think. He can't feel his legs, his toes, his arms. The only thing that's clear in his mind is your smirk, which is reflecting in the mirror. "Fuuuuck—" He growls as you switch the level of vibrator. "Cmon, be a good doggy and take it," You tease. "You've only come three times, I'm sure you can give me one more."

He should, but with the way you're talking to him and have him in front of the mirror. He can barely breathe. "Shi— ma'—" His back arches from your chest. "I— m sorry! Came so much already— Break— need- oh!" He practically screams as you turn the toy to the highest level, his tip begging for a moment of peace.

"Look in the mirror." He whines. He knows he was a being a brat earlier, but you don't have to be this mean to him. "...embarrassing." He murmurs, "Chris. Mirror." Your tone makes him. He can't help it. "See how pathetic you look?"

He mewls, eyes beginning to blur. Flith, pure utter flith is what he feels like. Strands of hair sticking to this forehead, cum all over the mirror and his stomach—And the collar wrapped his neck. So fucking humiliating. He didn't mean to upset you, honestly. Sometimes, he just forgets who he's talking to, causing him to get into situations like this.

You slap his thigh, bringing his attention back to the mirror. "What's the point of having a puppy who doesn't listen?" He cries out. "Sorry—"

"Punishing you, and you're still not listening to me... maybe you don't deserve that collar." He shakes his head vigorously, "No m' a good puppy I promise— m good!" He chokes on a moan as you move the vibrator down his length. His hips buck toward the toy, discarding his words.

"You know what good puppies do?" He whimpers, "They come again when their Mommy's ask them to." He lets out a whiny sob as you bring the toy back to his tip. "I- I c-cant— pleaseee— msorymsorry!" He thrusts up, tears rolling down his face. "Whiny little thing...cmon, n cum for me pup." Chris cums with a wail, spurting cum onto the mirror and adding to what's already there, the rest of it dribbling out of his slit onto his stomach.

You press a kiss to the top of his head, "Knew you could do it."

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @elysianpearls

[theyluvivi]

crybaby by sza...༊*·˚ c.s

You've been sulking all day. Well, all week. You've been trying so hard to keep your mood up, to act like whenever you go out, you don't spend the time counting how many seconds until you can snuggle up in Chris's bed again.

He's noticed it, too. The fake smiles, the way you keep to yourself. He's started to watch you more. Maybe you're not as good at hiding your feelings as you thought.

You're in Chris's bed, in his hoodie that practically drowns you, covers wrapped around you as you desperately try to read a book that's been collecting dust on your shelf for months to distract yourself from how shitty you feel.

You've read the same page over and over again, missing new things each time. You bite your lip hard enough to taste blood—This can't be what makes you come tumbling down. But, you can't stop adjusting the way you're holding your book. You can't stop feeling like Chris yelling at Matt through a screen is the most overstimulating you've ever experienced. Can't stop yourself from tears starting to blur your vision.

And God, you're so happy that Chris is so immersed in his game of Fornite that he can't hear you crying.

Chris slowly turns around in his chair, taking his headphones off his right ear. "Baby... are you crying?" You shake your head, wiping roughly at your face. "Are you okay?" He asks, tilting his head at you and fully taking his headphones off.

That's it. The cue for everything you've held in the past week to come pouring out. Chris gets closer as your sobs get louder. "Holy shit— I'm sorry, princess, did I do something—?"

You shake your head again, choking on a sob. "No! No— I- it's just been a really rough week—" He pulls you into a tight hug, "Do you wanna talk about it?"

You melt into him, his warm embrace making you cry more. It's something you've needed for so long, but were afraid to ask for. "No...just.......this, please." You murmur into his chest, "Shhh, I got you, princess I got you."

"We can stay like this for as long as you need to."

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @elysianpearls @courta13

a/n: this is all i need rn... m so bummed out

[theyluvivi]

idk just bring back puppy chris

pillow humping...puppy!chris.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: sub chris. scent kink. uhhh fantasizing??? use of mama n mommy.. thas it.

He feels so pathetic.

You've been gone for hours, his eyes haven't left the clock since. Your perfume still lingering in your shared bedroom, fogging up his mind.

He hates when you go out. He hates watching you get all pretty to go hang out with your friends, then leaving him a needy mess after you give him a goodbye kiss as rake your acrylics down his chest.

It's so pathetic, but he can't help it. He felt himself leak pre as he watched you walk out, eyes glued to your ass.

He immediately ran to the bedroom and stripped down to his boxers, blushing embarrassingly at the wet patch on them. He grabs your pillow, not the one that you sleep on but the one that you hug at night that smells like you, you and your fancy coconut body wash.

His eyes flutter shut as he digs his nose into it—He gasps softly into the pillow, hips bucking. He misses you so much. He knows you'd be teasing him if you were here.

"All this f'me?" You'd coo, "What a slut." He moans, muffled by the pillow. You'd kiss his neck and whisper even dirtier things in his ears, "A-all for you— Mama— mhnf—" He whimpers, eyes rolling back behind their lids as he thrusts up into the pillow.

It feels good, so, so good. He can feel the wet spot on his boxers growing, but it doesn't compare to the way you'd feel wrapped around him, how your slick would coat his cock, how you'd leave marks on his back.

A loud cry slips past his lips. He needs you. His pace speeds up, the tempting version of you in his mind making the feeling in his stomach bloom. "Pl-please— Mama— ah—" He pleads, "Soclose— m' please—"

He swears he can hear your giggle, "What a needy puppy." You'd purr, taking his chin into your hand. "You need to cum that bad, Chris?" He nods vigorously, tears taking over his vision.

"Ple-please! Been such a good puppy—" He gets interrupted by a moan when he imagines the way you'd eye him, eyes low and lustful. That's it for Chris. He can barely hold on.

"Mom— mommy— Icant—" He whines, desperately rutting into your pillow. "C-cum— c-can I? Pl-please!" You'd smile, kiss his cheek, then carress it. "Cum for me, puppy."

He cums hard, his vision turning white. He pants, pieces of hair sitting to his forehead after what he just did.

"Chris! I'm back!"

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tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis

@sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @mattsleftball @glittervamr

a/n:... GIMME THE COOKIE

[theyluvivi]

bunnysub!matt n goldenretriever!reader blurb༊*·˚

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: bunnysub!matt, use of bunny n bun, goldie in place of y/n.. thas it!

"I— mhnp..." He whimpers, "G-goldie...." His hips bucks, eagerly chasing your hand. "Need... more." He whispers, avoiding eye contact. You try not to giggle but fail miserably, "C'mon, Bun. You know how to ask for what you want."

He whines. "Ple...please? Been a good bunny for you." Tears blurring his vision, "Please, please, Goldie, I needa cum— Wanted you all day."

You know he does. He's sent you needy voices messages, whiny voicemails, and then finally a bulge pic. You didn't mean to make him all needy, Matt knew you were gonna be out all day.

He bites his lip, searching your eyes as he waits for your answer. He gasps softly as you press wet kisses to his inner thigh, slowly creeping towards his balls. "G-goldie!" You smile against his skin, "Shhhh, M' gonna take care of you, don't worry, Bunny."

He lets out a sinful noise as you finally start stroking him again, "Ah— oh—oh mso close—" He thrusts into your fist, "Already? That needy?"

He flushes. "I-I- You know tha— F-uck!" His words turn into a pitiful moan as you take him into your mouth. He grabs at the sheets, desperate for anything that'll help ground him. "You're—ohmy— Goldie m' gon'!"

You hum around his length, tounge swirling around his tip. "Y'gonna cum for me, Bun?" He nods eagerly, hips thrusting up into your mouth.

"Please—please! Needa— C-can I—?"

"Cum." You say muffled, taking him all in your mouth. Matt almost screams, well. He does. You quickly move your hand to his mouth as his release fills your mouth. You can't deal with the people on your floor enjoying your bunny's moans.

"Mhnfp..." You swallow, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. "Good, Bunny." You kiss his thigh.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @meiralicious @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr

a/n: dedicated to the god mother of my aus, @strnilolover !

[theyluvivi]

pretty little angel...m.s

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: FILTH. p in v (#wrapthat #dont do this!!) theres barely plot. riding. use of angel n baby. (heh.) sub!matt<3 teasing. creampie. use of ma. (ONCE) praise. thas abt it.

You've been wanting Matt for a while. It's not a crush at this point. It's an obsession. You've been jumping over hurdles to get with this guy. Every party you see him at, every hang out you guys have—There's tension, the eye contact, the almost kisses... it's ridiculous. Everyone else can tell you're into him, and as far as you're concerned, he's into you.

You were so sitting on the couch watching a movie with Matt, his finger tracing patterns on your thigh when you just couldn't take it anymore. "Matt?"

"Hmm?" His eyes don't tear away from the screen, "I'm gonna fuck you."

He slowly turns towards you, eyes widening. "....wha?" You smile at his reaction. "That okay with you?" He nods. "Y-yeah— that's amazing with me—"

One kiss leads to another kiss, which leads to you dragging him to your room and his Matt's boxers being discarded on your floor along with your panties. You're so finally happy to have him under you like this. Flushed cheeks and sweaty hairs sticking to his face while he can let out are moans and whimpers. This'll be engraved in your memory for sure.

A helpless whine escapes his lips as you roll your hips, stimulating his cock perfectly. He throws his arm over his face. "Nuh uh, none of that, Angel. Wanna see your pretty face as I fuck you." His hips rise to yours in small, careful thrusts. "Don't call me th—that—"

"Why?" You remove his arm from his face, "You look like an angel, you should see how good you like right now," You purr, moving your hand to his chin. "Maybe I should fuck you in front of my mirror so you can see for yourself."

His dick twitches inside of you as his eyes widen. "N-no— mh—" You giggle at his reaction. "Why...? You'd get to see how good I'm taking your cock, you'd like that wouldn't you?" You tease, his cheeks flush as his breath hitches. His hips move in sync with yours, "M' just teasing. Maybe next time, though.... since you like the idea so much." You release his chin, beginning to bounce on his cock.

He throws his head back into the pillows, a loud cry of pleasure escaping his lips at your movements. His fingers dig into your hips, desperately trying to find something to hold onto. "That feel good, Angel?"

His face scrunches up, his nose crinkling. He lets out a shaky moan. "Mh-hm... toogood— when you bounce like that—" His hips stuttering up, "G-gonna make me cum—" You smirk at his words, leaning down to leave marks on his neck, "So pretty, Baby.. so, so, pretty." You murmur into his neck. He melts at your words, the praise getting to his head. "Shi— stop calling me pretty or m gonna cum—"

"But you are.." You purr, sitting up to give his neck a break. "Such a pretty boy...makin' pretty noises all f'me." His eyes roll back slightly, a deep moan escaping his lips as he struggles to maintain control. "Fuccccck— you're gonna make me cum!" His hips buck wildly, his cock throbbing inside you. "Wan— wanna cum with you— b-but I can't hold it—" He whines, tears forming in his eyes. "Shhh, you can make me cum later, kay?" You kiss his cheek before slamming down your hips on him, making him gasp.

"Gonna cum for me, Matt?" He nods desperately, face twisting in pleasure. "Yyes— gonna fucking cum! Gonna make me cum so hard— please– let me cum inside you—" He pants, you tilt your head at him. "You want it that bad?" He nods frantically, his body trembling. "Yyes! I want it so bad– want to fill you up, want you milk every drop out of my cock!" He's barely coherent at this point, completely lost in pleasure. "Please... I'll be your good boy." He's too cute.

You slam down your hips one more time, "Cum for me, Matt." His body tenses then convulses as that band in his stomach snaps. A loud, pathetic cry leaves his lips as his cock pulses and throbs, releasing a hot stream of cum deep inside you. His hips buck uncontrollably, riding out the waves of pleasure as he empties himself completely. You kiss him deeply as his thrusts slowly come to a stop. "Was that..?"

He pants heavily, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high. He looks up at you with unfocused, satisfied eyes. "That was.... fucking incredible." He swallows hard, a soft smile on his lips as he slides from under you and onto the floor. "You said I could make you cum later, right?" He says softly, parting your legs and licking at his cum and your juices running down your legs.

"Gonna make you feel so good, Mama."

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @cvnts4demi

a/n: idk where this came from tbh.....erm!

[theyluvivi]

ALL FALLS DOWN by kanye west. c.s.

chris x black!reader !! <3

Your back hurts like hell, fingers greasy from the product in your hair, itchy stray hairs resting on your crossed legs as you sit in front of the mirror.

You're annoyed, but technically, this is your fault. Your cousin offered to take down your hair for you—But you just didn't feel like driving. Now, here you are, the day before your appointment, desperately attempting to take down your hair.

You huff. You haven't moved from this spot in hours, and you're running out of movies to watch on your iPad. Someone remind you never to get mircobraids again.

You're almost halfway done, which is amazing because you promised yourself a break when you got to the halfway mark.

"Your hair." You turn around, not hearing Chris enter the room due to you hyperfocused on the braid in your hands. "I told you I was taking it down."

"That was 5 hours ago," He says, getting closer to your little setup. "Holy shit, they're tiny." You giggle as you feel him run his hands through your braids, "This is what you were doin'?" He points to the piles of hair around you.

You nod. "Thought I was ignoring you?" He shrugs, "Kinda." You laugh, finally slipping the braid out that leads your precious break. "M' gonna take a break."

"....you want help?"

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"I don't think I'm doin' this right," Chris mumbles, rattle comb in hand. You can see him behind you in the mirror, eyebrows furrowed together as he picks at the tiny plait. "It's gonna come out." He glances at you in the mirror, "But this one isn't—"

"It's gonna come out." He combs out the braid a bit more, watching it unravel as it finally slips out. "See?"

"Whatever." A smile finds its way onto your lips. You don't mind that every time you attempt to touch a braid, Chris swats your hand away, giving your fingers a much needed break from how they were cramping earlier.

You're content. You have 2 more rows of braids left. You run your hands through your product filled hair, "Wanna help me wash it?"

"Nuh uh."

"Chris—

"You do all those.... fancy hair masks, n' shit.. not gonna mess up and be responsible for destroying your hair." You jut your lip out. "I'll show you how you do it, please?

You watch his eyebrow raise in the mirror. "Please?"

"....Fine."

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tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @courta13 @luckysouls @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @mattsleftball

a/n: I DO NOT FW WITH THIS. BYE.

[theyluvivi]

FUCK ME? FUCK YOU!... INTRO TO THEM.

This is what you get for being nice. From the moment you woke up to Matt still being in your apartment, in your bed, you already knew it was gonna be a bad day.

Makeup not hitting, lash clusters that you only applied a few days ago already falling out, outfit not hitting either...this day was doomed from the start.

You're already mad when you get home. Biting your cheek from the terrible chem test you had to take.

Then you hear it. Moaning.

And honestly, you think you're hearing things at first, hallucinating even. Because Matt wouldn't do that to you, right? Then you remember the type of person Matt is and hurriedly bring up your hands to rub your temples, jerking off.

That's immediately what your mind jumps to—Because you refuse to believe that Matt is fucking some random girl, in your apartment, in your fluffy, comfortable, pastle pink bed. That you deserve to lay in after the day you've had.

"M-matt! Fuck—" Your bed creaks, "That's it, Ma. Take this dick."

You're gonna kill him. You're gonna fucking kill him.

Your movements are sudden. You barely realize what you're doing as you do it. One second, you're in the kitchen filling up a pot with cold water the next you're standing over Matt and the girl he's fucking and dumping it on them.

Matt barely pulls out of her before he's yelling at you, your lips twitch to a smirk.

"You're crazy— fuckin' insane—" You're not phased, his words barely having any impact on you as he chases behind you as clean around your apartment. It's not arguing if only one person is participating.

Plus, you know you're in the right. You're sure if any other girl came home to a girl being fucked in her bed she'd do the same thing. "Dumb bitch." Your laundry slips from your hands, "The fuck you just call me?"

"You fuckin' heard me." He rolls his eyes, "You were fucking some girl in my bed and have the audacity to call me a bitch?" Your acrylic hitting in the middle of his chest repeatedly, "Yeah, you're just a jealous bitch—" That gets to you. He knows you hate when he implies shit like that.

"Shut the fuck up." You step back, growing more irritated as he steps back into your space. He smiles. "That's why you so mad, huh? Can't stand watchin' me pound a pussy that's not yours—"

"Shut the fuck up!" You yell, pushing him.

You hate how he knows exactly what buttons to press. The thought of you getting jealous, leading to the idea that you like Matt—That this entire thing is more than just sex and discounted weed is making you feel sickly.

He scoffs, crossing his arms. "Fuck you."

Your eyebrows furrow as you clench your fists. "Fuck me? Fuck you!"

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3!

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @mattsleftball @bee-43 @ambi-squirrelly @wastelandzella @applecidersturniolo

a/n: so.... thoughts on dealer!matt?

[theyluvivi]

introducing... dealer!matt!

.... 23. glock in my lap by 21 savage. unloyal, possessive, toxic, mean...y'know, the works. never seen without a lighter. eyebrow slit. bio med major. money spreads. public arguments. always has on a hat. neck tatts. lingering cologne. partime fratboy, full time dealer. rings. goatee. biggest whore you'll ever meet. hates fuckgirl!reader but no one matches his vibe as much as her...

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introducing... fuckgirl!reader!

.... 21. 3:16 am by jhené aiko. party girl. chem major. rosegold jewelry. weed, makeup, club, repeat. not a bitch, just honest. mini skirts. long, long nails. hot pink lash clusters. loves getting on people's nerves. quickies. hated by all, exes, girlfriend's and situationships. matt's crazy, she's crazier, matt's mean, she's meaner... you get the vibes. can't stand relationships or matt but at least matt comes with a weed discount!

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers!<3

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @mattsleftball

a/n: back to the toxicity sorry guys.. BUT DEALER!MATT 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ hopefully no one has done this ill cry

[theyluvivi]

oopsy, daisy! introduction to plantshopowner!matt n piercingshopowner!reader!

Matt had been curious for a while, wondering what possibly could be the new shop across the street. During his break, he'd just stare out the window and watch the people that'd walk in and out.

Today was the day that he'd finally be able to find out.

He got an email from the owner saying that they wanted flowers for the opening. So Matt was carrying daffodils and lilies across the street in a vase. He hopes whoever the owner of this mystery shop is likes them, cutting the stem of those daffodils, almost took him out.

He hums as he finally walks into the mystery shop. It's nice. Mostly dark decor with splashes of red here and there and very, very good music playing faintly. "....hello?" He says, taking in the very odd lack of no one even though he's seen thousands of people in here.

"Gimme a sec!" He hears, yelled from the back and then crashing following it. He almost drops the vase at how loud it is.

Oh wow. You're vase dropping worthy.

"Hi! God, I'm so sorry for making you wait—" He feels light headeded, dizzy even. You're gorgeous. "I lost track of time, I was in the back trying to organize stuff, then saw your email that you were walking over—" He's trying to listen. Like really trying, but the gold and sliver earrings that hang in your ear are distracting him.

And since you're also the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, he can't think. He blinks at you, his hands slowly loosening around the vase, beginning to slip out of his hands. "Careful!" You leap foward, wrapping your hands around his around the glass.

He almost just made a complete fool of himself over your beauty. "....oopsy daisy." You tilt your head at him, giggling. "Did you just say oopsy daisy?"

".....maybe?" You laugh. His heart flutters. "Cute." He can feel his face getting terribly hot, your hands on his not helping whatsoever. "I-I-I'm Matt." He gives you an awkward smile, doing his best not to avoid eye contact.

You step back, giving his poor heart a break. "Pierce." You tuck your hair behind your ear. "This is my piercing shop." That makes sense. "I get my sign today, then I'm open tomorrow."

"Excited?" He questions, "Very. Took me so long to find this little spot."

He places the flowers on the counter. He sucks at small talk. "Nice place." The confusion he sees on your face as he spins around towards the door becomes mutual. "...I have to pay you?"

Oh.

Yeah, he can't do anything around pretty girls.

He slowly turns around, "Uh...it's free since you're opening soon." He mumbles, trying to do to get out of here to stop embarrassing himself.

"Well, in that case... stop by anytime and get a free piercing." Matt giggles, not thinking you're serious. You nod. "Mhm." You close the space in between you, rubbing the middle of his right eyebrow. "You'd look real good with one right here." You murmur.

He can feel the blood rush right back to his face. "A-ah— r-really?" His knees almost buckle at your smile. "So good." You step back again, "Bye Matt."

He opens his mouth and closes it again trying to get something out before you disappear into the back again....he'll have to think about your offer.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @roguemp3 @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls

a/n:.... MY SHAYLAS.

[theyluvivi]

texts between planetshop!matt n pierce!

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @meiralicious @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr

a/n: my babas...

[theyluvivi]

#bringbackdryhumping with puppy!chris plesse

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dry humping... puppy!chris.

The sight alone is enough to make you wet, even if your ears weren't filled with Chris's needy, pathetic sounds.

The way he's desperately grabbing at your hips, grinding down in your lap, drool resting on his bottom lip. You're dripping.

"Ma'— please—" He pleas, cheeks flushed. "D-dont just watch....help me." He whines, pressing his hips directly against yours. You weren't doing anything to be mean. You were just physically frozen in place at how it was.

But, he did just give you an idea.

You hum. "You look a mess." He swallows, "I.. I do?" You giggle. "You're so nasty... can't believe you got this hard over dry humping." You say while tugging on his hair.. His hips can't help but stutter.

"Please— mso— h-help—" His nails dig into your sides, desperately rocking his hips against yours for the friction you won't give him. "Dirty boy." You coo, his breath catches in his throat. "You want help cumming in your pants?" You cock your head to the side, admiring how humiliated he looks.

He flushes, nodding slowly. "Say it."

"W..want help cumming in my pants." He mumbles, you smirk immediately. "That's disgusting, Chris.. I can't believe you just said that." You tease, "What a gross puppy."

He bunches up your shirt in his fists, you using the nickname in this context practically having him frothing at the mouth.. He could've came right then and there. But, he can't cum without your hands on him.

Tears well up in his eyes. "It hurts." He whines, "Hurts so bad, Mommy, please."

"Dunno... that's gross—" He lets out a pathetic loud whimper, "Don't care— M' your gross puppy just, please help me cum!"

You guide his hips. Watching tears spill over as his head falls back. "Cumming—"

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifeyy @mattsleftball

a/n: hate this but i need to get through my reqs... so!

[theyluvivi]

"Keep you."

how sugarmommy!reader and sugarbaby!chris met!

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: suggestive!!! no actual smut! chris and reader r freak4freak<3

You're gorgeous. It's a monstrosity everyone in the club is seeing you like this and not just him. Sure, you guys have never held a conversation, and you don't even follow him back on Instagram, but he knows you.

Who doesn't? In a new country every weekend, always having the newest designer drops, and never being seen with the same guy twice.

It's why he's so enamored with you. He's heard so many stories, so, so many stories, but he wants to experience it for himself. He doesn't care about the money or the jewelry, he just wants you...he wouldn't mind it though. His eyes wander, lace up heels and your dress bringing all the attention to your curves, he'd do anything to end up in your bed at the end of the night.

You're giggling, tucking your hair behind your ear and taking a sip of your drink when you notice him. You smile, waving him over. He didn't think he'd ever get the chance.

"Hi, cutie." You cock your head to the side, grinning. "Guys, isn't he so cute?" You turn to your friends, he smirks. You're funny. He tilts his head, matching your energy. "You got a name?" Like, he doesn't know who you are.

"Sugar.'" Your friends attention may have shifted away from him, but yours certainly hasn't. The way you're eyeing him has his pants growing tighter. Your eyes lock as he hovers over you, "M' Chris."

You begin to stand, him stepping back to give you some room, but you quickly tug him by his shirt. "Wanna have some fun?"

You're a drug.

Every kiss to his neck, to his lips striking a fire in his chest. A pathetic whine leaves his lips as you push him to his knees. Even after all the talk he did, he can't help but blush when you carress his cheek. "You know me, don't you?" You giggle, eyes growing darker. "I don't think this is the first time we've seen each other, huh?"

He gulps, nodding slowly as he leans into your palm. "You've been wanting this." It's more of a statement than a question, but Chris nods anyways. He gasps softly as you clutch his hair. "Words."

"Y..yes." You smirk down at him. "You're such a good boy." He practically drools as you pull down your panties, moving his hands to your hips as you spread your legs. "I might keep you."

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizmez @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @oopsiedaisydeer @t0riiiis @sturniolosrtewsexy @courta13 @luckysouls @mattslilies @sturns-mermaid @bluetalia @pair-of-pantaloons @y2kstarr @mattswifty @mattsleftball

a/n: m obsessed with sugarbaby!chris

[theyluvivi]

the birds pt 2 by the weeknd..toxictaken!matt.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: MEAN matt, toxic.. sorry :( unprotected p in v (don't do this), dacryphilia, degradation, use of good girl. that's abt it.

You and Matt don't argue anymore. It's not arguing if Matt refuses to talk to you to listen to you, but today, Matt actually decided to step in. He wasn't listening until you started going on about going through his phone and about girls.

That's the reason you're in this situation now. Sweatpants pooled around your ankles, panties pushed to the side as Matt slams into from behind. "You're—" You gasp as he pushes your face in the sheets. "Terrible—"

He laughs. "You knew that, baby.. Don' act like me texting other girls is surprising," It is because he told you that he'd change for you, and you believed him. "Or are you that stupid?" He coos, thrusting into you harder. You whine, tears forming in your eyes. Matt is always so mean, so rough with you. Usually you can take it but in this situation? Oh, you're done for.

"M-matt— mhf— m sorry—" You cry out, "P-please— slowdown—!" His voice gets darker, He hits that spot inside you relentlessly, making your legs shake. "Yeah, that's it, baby, cry f'me... be a good girl and let it allllll out." All of is too much for you, you can barely think. "This is what you wanted, right? Needed me to make you go dumb on my cock?" You're unable to answer, mouth only letting out fucked out noises.

"Answer me, Slut." He slaps your ass, making you whimper. "Mhm!" He leans down your ear, "knew it. My dumb girl just wanted my attention. You don't even care about the girls, do you? You needed something to bring up."

"Uh huh—" You moan helplessly, He groans, feelings your walls flutter around. "C'mon, cum on cock— can feel you— shit!" He thrusts deeply one last time before he feels you convulse around his cock. He slowly pulls out, making you whine. "Dont worry, Ma' gonna get you all cleaned up." He presses a kiss to your back.

At least you didn't have to kick him out this time.

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns @drewswife @strnilolover @cvnts4demi

a/n: please like he's my friend..