#matt you are such a fucking nerd

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Die Ärtz sagt das alles ist ordnung mit Brians Gesundheit.

[valeisaslut]

Reader asking Ellie to record them fucking, and Ellie ends up getting really into it (love your writing btw!! 💋💋)

say hi to the camera ─⭑.

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⭒ content warnings: film student top!ellie x sub!reader, oral sex (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), strap-on (r!receiving), pussy slapping, hair pulling, filming kink, AFAB!reader, cursing, pet names, rough sex, degradation + praise, MEN AND MINORS DNI, likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated 𖥔 ݁ ˖

࿐not part of the collide au (rip my absolute queens... this actually hurt my SOUL but hey sometimes we gotta go out of our comfort zone and get feral for... the craft)

you said it as a joke.

but it landed like a command.

it happens halfway through straddling her on the couch, your body already buzzing from the way she’s kissing you—slow and deep, like she’s trying to memorize your mouth. her palms are hot under your shirt, fingertips dragging slow up your ribs.

you lean back just enough to catch your breath, grin sharp as ever.

"you should record this next time."

her lips pause at your throat. she stays there, a little shocked, mouth barely grazing your skin, and then���voice low, amused:

"you want me to record you while i fuck you?"

you shrug, all fake casual, even though your pulse jumps.

"i mean… why not? could be hot."

ellie pulls back just enough to look at you. blinks once. and then she grins—all trouble. her hands drag down your sides, deliberate now, like she’s already directing the first shot.

"you want a sex tape, baby?"

your smile widens. "just for me. like, when you're gone late working on a project and i’m in bed missing you."

she groans. like, actual full-body groan. throws her head back against the couch, rubs a hand over her face like you’ve just ruined her life.

"jesus fucking christ. you’re evil."

you tilt your head. "you love it."

her gaze snaps back to you—darker now, her pupils blown wide, her lip caught between her teeth.

"i will story-board the fuck out of it. lighting. blocking. sound. i'll give you a score."

"you’re such a nerd."

“and you’re the one asking a film major to make a porno, so who’s the real nerd here?”

you laugh, leaning in to kiss her, grinding down on her lap.

“bet you’d narrate the whole thing like, ‘scene one—fucking my girlfriend. interior. night. single cam. practical lighting.’”

she chokes on a laugh, then groans, fingers digging into your hips. “shut the fuck up.”

“no, seriously—‘fade in: slut on couch. extreme close-up. one long take. raw as hell.’”

“i’m gonna ruin you,” she growls, and this time it’s not a joke—rough, all threat and promise.

you just smirk, mouth barely brushing hers.

“yeah, but make it auteur.”

she doesn’t bring it up again for a week. you think she’s forgotten, or maybe it was just talk—a shared fantasy that slipped between the couch cushions and the memory of her mouth on your neck.

but then it’s saturday night. you’re fresh from the shower, hair damp and clinging to your neck, skin still warm, still smelling like her soap. you’re wearing her old gray t-shirt—soft, stretched, worn in the best way—and nothing underneath.

ellie’s already in the bedroom. the lights are low, shadows moving slow across the walls. deftones plays from the speaker—just enough to feel in your ribs, not loud enough to distract.

when you step into the room, you freeze. she’s sprawled out on the bed in a black tank top and boxers, one knee bent, and a camera aimed straight at you.

not her phone. not some propped-up, shaky little attempt at homemade porn. a real camera—matte black, compact, handheld, with a flip-out screen angled toward her face and that unmistakable red recording light already glowing steady.

the kind of camera that says she’s thought about this. planned it. maybe even fantasized about how she’d frame you, light you, direct you. and now you’re here. standing in the doorway, already caught in the first shot.

“wait,” you say, blinking. “are you for real?”

she doesn’t even flinch. just looks up from behind it and grins, wide and wolfish.

“oh, i’m for real,” she says, voice warm and smug.

you snort, tugging the hem of your shirt down instinctively, "with a real fucking camera?"

"yeah, wanna see it in 4K" she responds, tilting it, lens still trained on you. "why? don’t get all shy on me now, babe. you're the one who said record it."

“yeah,” you arch a brow. “i just didn’t think i was dating a one-woman a24 production crew.”

“you’re not,” she says, adjusting the zoom. “you’re dating a visionary.”

you try not to laugh but fail.“you look like a lesbian scorsese.”

“and you look like the hottest thing i’ve ever filmed,” she says, voice thick, thumb adjusting the focus. “so maybe be nice to your director.”

you stay where you are for a second. let her film you standing still. let her zoom in the curve of your thighs, the way the shirt clings to your chest, the outline of your nipples through the fabric. the tension builds between frames, between your breaths.

“you’re actually committing to this?” you ask, voice softer now, a little breathless, as if the heat in the room just kicked up a notch.

“baby,” she says, adjusting the focus without even looking away, “i’ve been storyboarding this in my head since before we even spoke.”

her voice is calm, almost sweet—like it’s not the filthiest thing she’s ever admitted.

“freak,” you mutter, but you’re smiling, laughing again—breathier this time. your body already giving in. you step closer, hips loose, eyes locked on hers.

ellie lifts the camera a little higher, tracks the shift of your body as if she’s afraid to miss a second.

“show me,” she whispers, tone low but teasing. “come on, give me a show.”

and you give her one. you lift the hem of the shirt slowly. not for her—for the lens. you know exactly how this is going to look in playback. the glow of your skin in this light. the way your body starts to reveal itself, line by line.

you pull it over your head and let it drop to the floor, nipples stiffening in the cold air. your stomach tenses under her gaze, and you don’t try to hide the shine between your thighs.

she makes a noise—somewhere between a sigh and a curse—and the camera dips for half a second, like her hand twitched. you see her throat bob as she swallows.

you know that look. she’s not sure whether to keep filming or drop the thing entirely and fall to her knees.

and god, it turns you on even more.

"still rolling?" you ask, voice sugar-laced, cocky.

ellie nods once, "yeah. fucking hell, yeah."

you step closer, slower this time. not acting. not pretending. this isn’t performance—it’s instinct. it’s power. the way she’s looking at you, mouth parted, eyes glazed behind the viewfinder. you know she’s turned on before she’s even touched you.

“you better not cut the part where i called you a pervy little director,” you tease, all teeth.

ellie lowers the camera just enough to meet your eyes, flushed and slightly out of breath. hand still holding the lens like a lifeline.

“cut it?” she says. “i’m putting it in the trailer.”

you grin. shift your weight, your thighs brushing.

“turn around,” she says next, and it’s not a suggestion.

it’s gravel and gravity, all command. her voice has slipped into that other place—firm, sure, focused. all director mode.

you smirk but do what she says. slowly, hips swaying. your hands drag down your own waist as you pivot, and when your back is to her, you arch slightly—just enough. let her see the full curve of your ass, the slick glinting between your thighs.

behind you, there’s a sharp exhale.

"jesus christ," she mutters. then the soft mechanical buzz of her adjusting the zoom.

you don’t need to see her to know she’s locked in. her eyes drinking in every inch, the red light on the camera the only thing keeping her from touching you already.

you glance back lazily. “so, you gonna keep filming, or are you gonna fuck me?”

and that’s it.

the camera dips. her body snaps to attention like it’s muscle memory.

you’re pulled back towards the bed in one smooth movement—no hesitation. the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you drop, your body folding back on your elbows, legs parting without a hint of shame.

ellie stands over you, camera raised.

“holy shit,” she mutters.

she brings the camera lower, letting it drink you in, between your legs, over the slick. the way your chest rises and falls, nipples peaked, skin glowing.

“look at you,” she says. “you’re already dripping, just from being filmed.”

you shift, thighs tightening, and she catches the movement.

"such a fucking dirty girl," she mutters, one hand ghosting over your stomach.

she places the camera down on the nightstand, still rolling, still angled at your spread legs and heaving chest. her focus is so fucking precise it sends a wave of arousal through you all on its own.

and then ellie kneels between your legs like it’s her altar.

angel starts playing low in the background, slow and dark.

has she even prepped the soundtrack? you wonder for a second, half-laugh, half-moan.

(of course she did.)

she starts with your knee. presses her mouth there, slow and warm, a kiss that lingers just a second too long before she trails it upward. her hands follow—one curling firm around your thigh like she owns it, the other gliding up the center of your stomach, dragging heat in its wake.

she slips her palm higher, sliding between your ribs, under the soft weight of your breast.

her thumb brushes over your nipple and you gasp, chest lifting into her hand like you’ve forgotten how to do anything else but respond.

"you feel that?" she murmurs, voice low, like it’s just for you even though the camera’s still blinking red. "your heart’s beating so fucking fast."

you open your mouth to say something smart, something flirty, but then she’s kissing up your thigh again and the thought dies on your tongue.

she reaches your stomach, then your sternum, then your collarbone—and instead of diving down immediately, she pauses. tilts her head. looks at you.

and kisses you.

hot and deep, all tongue and teeth. one of those messy, all-consuming kisses that steals the breath right out of your lungs.

you moan into it—she swallows the sound greedily. her fingers are already moving again. one circling your nipple, the other caressing your side.

she pulls back just enough to speak, her lips grazing your cheek, then your jaw.

"you're perfect" she says, kissing beneath your ear, down your throat, impossibly reverent.

your hips roll up involuntarily, and she smiles against your collarbone.

"getting impatient, baby?"

"ellie—fuck—"

she chuckles. not unsympathetic—just pleased. her mouth finds your nipple next, tongue dragging over it slow, flicking, then sucking it into the heat of her mouth. her other hand moves to your other breast, squeezes gently, then rougher, thumb teasing over the tip until you whine.

"god, these tits," she mumbles against your chest, "camera’s not even doing them justice."

your back arches when her palm lands flat on your stomach, sliding lower, past your hip, fingers teasing the edge of your thigh.

"ellie," you gasp again, helpless this time.

she lets your nipple go with a soft, wet pop. looks up at you from your chest, mouth slick, green eyes lit up with that impossible mix of her—tender and ravenous, as if she wants to worship you and devour you in the same breath.

she shifts downward, dragging her tongue along the slope of your breast, down your stomach, until she’s eye level with your pussy. you’re throbbing, already wrecked, thighs trembling just from the anticipation of her mouth.

she glances at the nightstand, double-checking the angle like it matters. then brings her fingers to your folds, spreading you open with both thumbs, totally entranced by the sight.

“say hi to the camera, baby,” she teases, looking up at you.

and then, without warning, her tongue drags a slow, devastating stripe from your entrance to your clit.

you moan—loud, raw, helpless, trying to lift your hips but her free hand is already there, pressing you down into the mattress.

"f-fuck!" you whimper, voice cracking.

"that's right," she murmurs, licking again. "let it hear every fuckin’ sound."

she starts working you in earnest now—tongue circling your clit in tight, practiced spirals, her mouth warm and greedy. she moans against you, like the taste of you is enough to drive her insane. you can feel every vibration down to your toes.

your hands are tangled in her hair, thighs wide open, whole body arching into her mouth. she slips one hand between your legs and slides a finger inside—curling just enough to make your spine seize.

"holy shit," you gasp. "oh my god—Ellie—"

"more," she whispers against your clit, sliding in a second finger "let it see how messy you get for it."

and then she reaches back—without stopping—grabs the camera from the nightstand with her free hand, flips the screen toward you, and holds it low between your bodies. the image blinks into view—a live, unfiltered shot: your pussy stretched around her fingers, your mouth agape and brows furrowed, your thighs shaking with every thrust.

“you seeing this, baby?” she mutters, eyes flicking between you and the viewfinder. “fuck, look at you.”

and god—you do. you watch yourself fall apart in real time, every wet sound, every twitch of your stomach from overstimulation, every pump of her fingers, every gasp on full display. like it’s art, like it’s proof.

and it’s probably the filthiest, most turned on you have ever felt in your life.

its holy and obscene at the same time—your body laid bare, her fingers deep inside you, your face twisted with pleasure, and all of it immortalized in perfect footage.

you can’t look away. neither can she.

"ellie—please—I’m gonna—"

"do it," she growls, "come f’me, come for the camera."

you come with a cry that splits the room, loud, shaking. your thighs squeeze around her hand and your back lifts off the mattress, body wrung out like a rag.

she doesn’t stop, just slows her pace, works you through it. you’re trembling when she finally pulls away, kisses your thigh, and sits back with the camera resting on her bent knee. she lifts it, points it at your face.

you’re flushed, sweaty. lying in a wrecked halo of your own making.

“so damn perfect like this” she mutters, voice a rasp. "you want more?"

you nod, chest heaving.

"words."

"yes," you whisper. then louder, like she needs to hear it. like the camera does, too. "yes. fuck, yes. please fuck me."

and she grins like the devil.

she tosses the camera onto the nightstand—still recording, angled just right, lens slightly askew—but it only makes it hotter, messy, real. something she’ll watch for hours with her hand down her boxers.

she doesn’t say anything as she crosses the room, opens the drawer, and pulls out the harness. it’s not slow or performative. it’s practiced, casual. she straps it over her black boxers with one hand, the other slicking lube over the thick purple silicone cock. it gleams in the low light, catching the flash of the camera’s red recording dot.

you’re already moving, your body shifting on instinct—onto your hands and knees, face buried in the sheets, ass high in the air like it’s muscle memory.

ellie looks at you and lets out a sound from deep in her throat. almost a laugh, mostly a groan.“stay just like that.”

she climbs behind you, smooth and silent. spreads your cheeks with both hands and groans when she sees how soaked you are.

"fuck, baby. you made a whole fuckin' mess back here."

"ellie—"

she leans down, kissing the small of your back, then bites your ass, playful and sharp. one hand grips your hip, the other slides between your legs—and she slaps your pussy once, just enough to make you jolt and whine. it’s wet, loud, dirty.

she groans at the sound. "jesus. dripping."

then she drags the head of the strap between your folds, slow and heavy.

"you ready for it?"

you nod frantically, pressing your face into the mattress.

“say it.”

“please fuck me. please, i want it. i need it so bad—”

she wanted to draw it out—make you beg, make you squirm—but she’s just as wrecked as you are, barely holding it together. so when she finally thrusts in, it’s with one deep, steady stroke that knocks the air straight out of your lungs.

you gasp, choking. “jesus christ!—”

“god, look at that,” she breathes, pulling back, watching the way you stretch and suck her back in with the next thrust. “you’re fuckin’ swallowing it.”

her hands find your hips. she sets a brutal rhythm, dragging you back onto her cock with every thrust, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing off the walls. the sound of your moans, the slap of her thighs against your ass, the headboard slamming the wall—it’s filthy.

she leans forward, chest pressed to your back, and wraps one hand around your breast, squeezing, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you whine. her other hand tangles in your hair and yanks your head back.

“you like getting fucked like this?” she hisses in your ear. “like a toy on display?”

“yes—fuck, yes—”

“touch yourself.”

you obey instantly. one hand between your legs, circling your clit in frantic, desperate little motions while she fucks you from behind like she’s trying to split you in two.

you notice that closer is softly but steadily playing, and the camera’s still rolling, capturing everything. the curve of your ass, the tremble in your thighs, the way your body jerks every time she bottoms out.

ellie groans like she feels it too—because she does. she’s grinding against the base of the strap, hungry and relentless, chasing the friction like she’s starved for it. the harness is soaked, her boxers nearly translucent with how wet she is, and every time she thrusts into you, the base rubs right against her clit.

“you gonna come like this?” she pants. “gonna soak my dick like a good little slut?”

“yes—yes—fuck, ellie, i’m gonna—”

“say it.”

“i’m your slut,” you cry out. “i'm your fucking slut—”

and right then, without missing a beat, she grabs the camera off the nightstand, angles it behind you. the lens catches the mess of your ass bouncing against her hips, the wet slap of skin on skin, the slick sound of your cunt stretching around the purple silicone.

and then she slaps your ass, hard. loud enough to echo through the room.

"fuck!" you yelp, back arching, legs shaking violently.

and you come like a landslide. body seizing, muscles locking, then breaking all at once as you scream into the mattress. it rolls through you in waves, loud and long, your thighs trembling, fingers still working yourself as you ride it out.

you feel it when she starts to lose it—her rhythm falters, hips stutter, breath hitching into short, high little gasps. her fingers dig into your waist and she presses forward, deeper, harder, her chest flush to your back like she’s trying to crawl inside you.

“fuck—fuck, baby—i’m—”

her voice cracks, and then she whines—high and helpless, the kind of sound you didn’t know she could make. desperate and slutty and fucking perfect. her whole body goes taut, then shudders, her thighs shaking as she ruts through it. she comes with her face buried in your shoulder, teeth clenched, breath shivering.

the base of the strap is slick and messy between you now, but she grinding against the harness like it’s not enough, never enough. she groans into your skin, broken and dazed, and you can feel her heart pounding against your back.

and when she pulls out, it’s slow and careful, hands suddenly tender where they'd just been rough. she leans forward and kisses your spine—once, then again—her breath hot and uneven against your skin.

“you okay?” she murmurs, palm sliding up your back in soft, grounding strokes.

you nod, barely able to form the word. “better than okay.”

she laughs, quiet and breathless, into your shoulder. a little dazed, wrecked herself.

she rolls you onto your back, her hand never leaving your skin, and collapses beside you. the room is humid with sex, thick with sweat, heat and the echo of everything that just happened. the air itself feels heavy, slow.

in her hand, the camera is still rolling. its red light blinks steadily, casting a faint glow over the two of you.

ellie flips the screen towards herself, then turns the lens on you—zooming in dramatically on your wrecked face.

“say hi, baby” she teases, still catching her breath.

you blink up at the lens, dazed. hair a disaster. lips kiss-bruised. eyes glassy like you’ve just returned from the dead.

“hi,” you mumble, grinning like a fool, “i just got fucked into the stratosphere.”

ellie then pans the camera to her own face—sweaty, flushed, hair sticking to her forehead—and raises both brows like she’s in a documentary.

“filmmaker. method actor. strap goat. i do it all.”

you burst out laughing, weakly swatting at her.

she grins, crooked and proud, turning the camera back to you. “and you just won best actress in a leading role, doll.”

“so, what’s the title?” you ask, giggling into the pillow.

ellie snorts—eyes gleaming like she just won an oscar and knocked someone out in the same damn night. she adjusts the angle, tilts the camera so you’re both in the frame: flushed, sweaty, radiant, completely ruined.

then, with the most serious voice she can manage, she deadpans to the lens—

“the slut and the lesbian scorsese.”

you wheeze. “shut the fuck up.”

“already submitted to sundance, actually.”

“you’re insufferable.”

“director’s cut drops next week.”

you try to slap her but miss—too sore, too high on her, too in love. she just laughs, smug and glowing, and zooms in one last time on your face.

“five stars,” she murmurs, “would absolutely fuck again.”

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࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ omg… first fic NOT set in the collide au in literal MONTHS and it feels SO weird but soooo good to write something different omfg 😭 rockstar!ellie and popstar!reader yall still haunt me everyday. my favorite lesbians for the rest of the eternity. i’ve missed this kind of chaos. huge love and tysm to my gorg mootie who sent this amazing request before i even started collide—you live in my brain rent free forever bby!

i might play around with a few more fics + requests before launching the next big series i’ve been outlining (👀), so stay tuned babes. ily all dearly ♡

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credits for divider: @cafekitsune <3 – images from pinterest - edited by me

[camzeecorner]

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smut ღ dividers → @bernardsbendystraws ฅ^._.^ฅ

giving nerd Matt his first orgasm

matt sends you a nut video with sound

tying nerd!matt up for fun <3

taking away Matt’s stress

Matt being a pathetic slut

letting Matt fuck you raw for the first time

when Matt is in control

seriously please bring back dry humping

you’re busy, he’s needy. somehow you made it work

riding Matt while his brothers are downstairs

giving Matt his first handjob

titty sucking

after multiple pleas and begs you finally decide to sit on his face

showing your boy how much you love him

Matt wants to play with you

humiliating Matt on camera

“Don’t put it in! I’m serious” you scolded. “I’m sorry baby it slipped” Matt moaned in pleasure.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer” “how about a video? On your knees baby.”

You’ve pissed Matt off and he’s finally reached his limit

“Let’s go together, you know.. to save water”

“You look so good in that suit baby.”

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[adorechris]

—nerd!matt cumming just from eating you out

i wrote this for my twin !! @cayleeuhithinknott <3

you’re sprawled out, your legs parted as you lay on your back on matt’s bed. his head between your legs, looking up at you through his glasses that you adore. his hands are holding around your thighs that are wrapped around his shoulders comfortably. his mouth is barley inches away from your aching heat, so close that its tortuous.

“baby, are you sure your ready? like…i can do this?” he asks hesitantly, his warm breath fanning over your clit. you nod instantly, a quiet whine slipping from your lips.

“yes—matt, please, i—i need you so bad.” you beg, your voice barley above a whimper and almost shaky. he sheepishly smiles—trying to hide his excitement. hes only done this a few times before with you, and he just wants to be perfect.

he slowly starts to suck on your clit, his eyes locked on your face as he does. you throw your head back and moan, the feeling better than you expected.

matt sucks your clit for a bit longer before he sticks his tongue out, licking a long stripe against your core. his eyes stay on yours the whole time, gauging your reactions. your brows knit together, your hands instinctively grabbing his hair, tugging on it.

his lips start sucking on your clit again and he moans—the vibrations shooting through you. “f—fuck matt,” you breathe out before you let out a pretty moan.

matt’s eyes stay stuck on yours, his expression mixed with focus, arousal, and his usual sheepish demeanor. “you taste so good.” he praises, his voice vibrating through you. his tongue moves through your folds, tasting you, moving to swipe through your clit.

you throw your head back as he gets more into it now. his mouth gets more passionate—more hungry.

it’s then you feel cold glass against your pelvis area. you look down as he continues his motions, but his glasses fell off of his face. poor boy. his eyes are shut now, moaning relentlessly into your pussy and sucking harshly on your clit. he didn’t even notice his glasses were falling off.

your eyes are half-lidded and hazy with pleasure, your jaw agape as you reach one of your hands to shakily push his glasses back up. his eyes open at this, and his eyes lock on yours.

that’s when it snaps.

he suddenly cums in his boxers, a choked moan escaping his lips—clearly not expecting to orgasm yet. his mouth freezes on your clit, his jaw falling agape against your heat. he pants as his hips rut into the mattress, drawing out his orgasm. his dick twitches rapidly, spraying his hot cum into his boxers. his eyes roll into the back of his head and his glasses slowly fall off of his face with his movements. his hands tighten their grip around your thighs, his hold almost punctuating.

when the waves of his orgasm slow, he slowly opens his eyes, peering up at you with pure embarrassment written on his face. his cheeks are red, and he detaches his lips from your heat. he sheepishly lifts his head up and pushes his glasses back into place. “i’m sorry—i didn’t mean too but i can make you cum still…” matt apologizes, his entire face flushed as his grip loosens on your thighs, drawing invisible patterns on them.

you shake your head immediatetly. “hey, hey you’re alright matty,” you assure him, “let’s clean you up then we can worry about me hm?” you suggest, to which he nods.

a/n: i’m actually really proud of this!

[sturni-hole-o]

NSFW P!Links Part 1 - Chris and Matt Sturniolo

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Matt:

✮ Teasing you with his fingers

✮ Pre fuck routine

✮ Playing (also has Chris energy)

✮ Playing 2

✮ Sixty Nine

✮ Squeezing your tits

✮ Bending you over the desk

✮ Taking his big cock

✮ Lazy nerd

✮ Taking care of him

✮ Eating your pussy while you play

✮ Legs over your head

Chris:

✮ Sweet boy

✮ Riding him after he's been annoying

✮ Bent over his knee

✮ Just finished streaming

✮ Kick flip

✮ Taking him deep

✮ Post nap fuck

✮ Pretty girl

✮ Lapping at you like a dog (first video)

✮ Fingering you into oblivion

✮ When he's feeling sooky

✮ Giving your titties some love

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[chrattho1]

voice messages bsf!chris sends to reader ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

warnings: suggestive comments

more of this au here !!

one ✮ do you ever just-like stare at your titties *chuckles* in the mirror *laughs at what he’s about to say* like-wow i have got some great tits-because if i were a woman…whew

two ✩ do you want pizza cuz’ i want some pizza tell me if you want some pizza…lets go get some pizza pleaaase

three ✩ dude im so itchy *sighs* uhhgh-*groans and whines* this is so annoying…..*long sigh*…do you think the moon landing was fake?

four ✩ AAAH *screams*-im plugged to the-fuck MATT TURN IT DOWN—the period simulator-r—i think i am dy-FUCK-how do—do you guys do this?

five ✩ FUCK HER IN MY CHAIN, YOU CAN SEE ME IN THE NIGHT TOLD HER “BEND IT OVER” LET ME EAT IT WITH SOME ICE…*mumbles the rest of the song*….*silence* will you let me eat it with some ice? *dies laughing at his own comment*

six ✩ ok so *breath hitches* even though i would very much like it if i wouldn’t have to give it back but um*small laugh*…you left one of your bras here…did you walk out without one or..?

seven ✩ the cashier girl didn’t work out by the way-i just… *inhales sharply* dont know, i didn’t want to—so i stood her up *sighs*, i know i know i am an ass but at least i didn’t fuck and dip?

eight ✩*sniffles* dude-i just watched this-*chuckles between his tears* —this video of an old couple—this is so cute-i dont know why i am crying *laughs*

nine ✩ guess who i fucking saw today…hint? you’re going to scream and die *cackle*

ten ✩ i know you’re on your way over here to talk about what i said last night *sighs* i just-want you to know before we have this conversation-i can’t lose our friendship *breath hitches* so whatever happens just-just promise me nothing will change…also while you’re at the gas station can you pick me up some nerds ropes with the pepsi? thank you *kissing sound*

a/n: this was inspired by that one bf!matt series but i can’t find it so if you can please send it to me so i can link it !

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[mattsnight]

Confident!reader giving inexperienced nerd!matt a handjob for the first time ! ✧₊⁺

“I’ve never..” matt took a long deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. You are on your knees in front of him with your hands on his thighs and he’s sweating. “I’ve never did any of this.” He admits, covering his face with his hands. Yeah, he was really embarrassed about his situation.

“Oh really? Never?” You look up at him, your hands still trailing slow circles around his thighs. He tenses up almost immediately. “Shh… i can make you feel good, ‘kay?”

His breath hitches as he feels your gentle touch on his thighs. He peeks at you through his fingers, his cheeks flushed a deep red. He's never been in this position before, and the uncertainty is making his heart race. “I-I don't know if I can...”

You smile as a sign of comfort. “Oh i know you can, baby.”Matt bites his lower lip, his eyes darting between yours and your slow, soothing touches on his thighs. He's trying to relax, but his body is tense and ready to flee at any moment. He's never been touched like this before, and it's both terrifying and exciting. “Just lay back for me and relax.”

He hesitates for a moment, a mix of nervousness and curiosity clear in his eyes. Slowly, he begins to lower himself back onto the bed, his movements careful and deliberate. His heart is pounding in his chest as he lies down, propping himself up on his elbows to watch your moves. “Good boy,” you look up at him for a second before taking off his shorts.

A small gasp escapes his lips at your praise, his cheeks coloring even deeper with embarrassment and pleasure. He's fully laid back now, completely vulnerable, but trusting you. Another sharp inhale leaves his mouth as his shorts are pulled down, revealing his bare thighs and the hem of his boxers. He spreads his thighs slightly, allowing you to remove his shorts completely.

“Just relax,” you repeat. Matt takes a deep breath, trying to focus on your calming voice and the gentle touches of your hands on his skin. He closes his eyes, his brows furrowed in concentration as he attempts to relax his tense muscles. You slide down his underwear, gasping at how big he is. “Fuck..”

His body jolts as his underwear is removed, exposing him completely. His eyes fly open, and a small, embarrassed whimper escapes his lips. He's completely bare and exposed in front of someone for the first time. You gently start to stroke him, making sure he isn’t uncomfortable. As your gentle touch lands on his most intimate area, he tenses. It’s overwhelming. He looks down his body, watching as you stroke him softly, his mind reeling and his body trembling.

Then suddenly, he cums hard, making his eyes widen in shock as his body suddenly erupts in a climax. His small frame shakes as he cums all over his stomach and chest. He lets out a high-pitched, embarrassed scream, his face flushing bright red as he's overcome with the intensity of his first orgasm. “Shitt baby…” you curse, letting out a small chuckle at how fast he came.

His body continues to tremble as he comes down from his high, embarrassment washing over him in waves. He covers his face with his hands, mumbling through his fingers "I-I'm sorry... that was so fast..."

“No- no not at all, it was good for your first handjob, don’t worry about it.” You smile. Relief washes over him, realizing you weren't disappointed by how quickly he finished. He bites his lower lip, glancing down at the mess on his stomach before shyly meeting your eyes again. “Let’s clean you up, hm?” You say before standing up to grab some tissues.

[st7rnioioss]

Just a random request!!😋 nerd!matt gets his first ever handjob or first ever anything from reader. And reader is so sweet through out it. Giving him praises and making sure he’s comfortable.☹️☹️ I love your work🩷

TUTOR!MATT GETTING HIS FIRST HANDJOB

⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * pairing... tutor!matt x bratty!reader

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ in which... tutor!matt gets his first handjob!!

warnings... smut, handjob, sub!matt, swearing, pet names (good boy, sweet boy, matty, baby, puppy)

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ “doin’ so good, matt..” you mumble with your fingers delicately wrapped around his hard, and leaking cock, slowly jerking your hand up, and down his length with the help of his sticky precum—he’s squirming and shifting beneath you, his clammy, and needy hands grasping onto the bedsheets, causing his knuckles to turn white. “what a good boy,” you’re whispering sensually right into his ear, the whines that fall past his lips like he has no care in the world harmonizing with the wet squelch of your first around his dick.

matt was never one to hang around too many girls, always focusing on his studies and school instead—he found peace in academics, rather than staying out partying and getting laid. well, until you came around. you’d been so, so sweet with him, taking your time, and making sure he was comfortable.

one night, he’d timidly asked if you wanted to be his first kiss, and naturally, you said yes. and well, here you are, a couple weeks later, your hand barely closing around his dick.

matt’s head is one big cloud, never really having a girl, let alone one like you, jerk him off. the feeling of your smaller, gentle hand wrapped around him sent him to a whole new world he’s sure he’ll never get to relive. “such a pretty cock, hm?” you’re whispering sweetly, before he hides his face in your neck, silencing his own whimpers in pure embarrassment. “y-y’think so..?” he asked timidly, his ears going red, and his hips twitching almost uncontrollably. “oh, baby.. i know so. it’s right in front of me, isn’t it?” your words are laced with honey, sticking to his head, and making a shiver run down his spine, feeling how you press a hand to his hip, stopping him from squirming.

“hey—it’s okay.. you’re doing so, so good f’me. just keep taking it,” you softly whisper right into his ear, feeling how his cock pulsates in your hold when you spoke, your free hand going to cradle the back of his head. he’s a mess, whimpering and whining into the nape of your neck. “mmphh- keep goin’ please..” his length is basically throbbing and aching, feeling the warm pit in his stomach close to snapping with every twist of your wrist.

“i will, i will.. just relax sweet boy, let me help you out.” matt lets out a moan at the pet name, your sweet coo making the band in his tummy tighten while he leans back. “thaaatss it.. “ slowly, you stop your movements to tease the leaking, sticky tip of his cock, collecting the beads of precum to smear it all over the head of his flushed, twitching cock. a sharp gasp falls from his lips, balling the white sheets beneath him up in his fists, you touch causing him to rut his hips forward. “leakin’ so much.. you’re doing great, puppy.” you palm is flat on his lower stomach, pressing him back down to just take what you gave him.

“f-fuck! m’sorry, i- m’gonna cum!” he’s whining, and crying out your name when you continue to pump down his girth, the hot, white spurts of his warm cum suddenly covering your fist and up your forearm.

your jaw goes slack, continuing to pump his cock up and down, milking him for all he’s worth while he’s trying to muffle his moans by biting down on his bottom lip—but he fails miserably. while matt felt like he’d been holding back for a while now, you were almost shocked he came already, his semen sticking to your skin—but you couldn’t blame him, he’d basically never been touched by a girl before, had he?

“jesus christ, matty..“ he slumps against you, exhausted moans falling shamelessly from his lips before your movements come to a stop. your fingers continue to thread through his dampening hair, kissing the side of his face. “did that feel good?” you whispered, already knowing the answer but asking anyway, wanting to hear him vocalize it.

he nods, keeping his face buried in the crook of your neck to hide his blushing, sweaty face. “mhm, yeah…” he’s smiling dumbly, his fingers nervously going to fidget with the hem of your shirt. you coo, leaving another kiss to his cheek before you pull back.

more tutor!matt x bratty!reader here!

˚𝜗𝜚 notes... i hope this lived up to ur expectations!! lowkey plotting some stuff right now.. heh.

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[snoopychris]

nerd!matt loves your lipstick stains

there was something so relaxing about being with matt. it was so comforting. you smile to yourself as you’re scrolling through your phone, watching matt every so often as he rubs your leg gently. a certain video that shows up on your feed takes you by surprise, turning your phone off quickly. your curiosity gets the better of you, looking over at the boy beside you, his glasses discarded on your bedside table as he flipped through the pages of his calculus textbook.

“you ever watch porn?” it’s a blunt question, but one you were kind of curious to know the answer to. matt lets out a quiet chuckle as he closes the book, shaking his head as if you had asked him if 2+2 equaled 4.

“sweetie… be serious for a moment. you were like actually my first kiss obviously i’ve watched porn before… why do you ask? little freak.” matt jokes, grabbing his glasses and placing them on his nose. you chuckle as move the textbook away, allowing you to sit up on his lap as you push hair away from his forehead.

“i think you’re freakier than i’ll ever be and so your words have no effect on me.” you whisper, gently pressing a kiss to his lips. he smiles as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling away for a moment to bury his face in the crook of your neck. the place the felt the most like home to him.

“my words have an extreme effect on you.” he mumbles, sighing contently as you press a long kiss on his cheek. he frowns when he feels one of your thumbs replace your lips, furrowing his brows. “hey no what are y’doin? keep kissing me don’t stop!” he whines quietly, blue eyes staring into yours. a quiet oh leaves his mouth when he sees the lipstick stain on your thumb and around your mouth, all signs pointing to it being on his cheek too.

“that’s um... pigmented.” he jokes, cheeks growing more and more red with each passing moment, more vibrant than the lipstick stain that was so visibly present. “can i get back to my homework now? those triple integrals were getting so interesting and i really should st-“

“you’re hard as a rock and you want… to study?” matt shrugs at your words, halting any movement as you gently kiss your way down his body. you make sure that each lipstick mark you leave on his skin is prominent enough to see, going as far to even reapply your lipstick when you get to the area surrounding his thighs. you kiss the tip of his bulge gently, the red tint being barely visible on the white cotton of his boxers. a breath that was stuck in the depths of matt’s throat finds its way out, one of his hands flying to your hair while the other grips his bedsheets.

it doesn’t take long for matt to crumble. within a few minutes, his glasses are covered in the fog that came from his own sweat and his hair is sticking to all parts of his face. he looks like he’s straight out of the video that had popped up on your phone. the same video that started this whole thing. your noises are only becoming louder and more audible as time goes on, the silent gagging and moans being a music to matt’s ears. his textbook was long discarded by now, matt having knocked it onto the floor earlier. matt smiles when you pull off of him to get some air, smirking when he sees the lipstick stains that cover the lower half of your face. he wants to call you pretty, but he’s unable to with how fast you put your mouth back on him.

“please… mph fuck fuck! fuck please please oh my-“ as matt’s breaths started getting louder and louder, your movements continued to grow faster. your lipstick was smudged all over his length from tip to base, the bright red a nice contrast to the pink in his cheeks. the self-restraint that he was trying so hard to keep flies out the window when you hollow your lips, causing a loud groan to leave his lips as he thrusts further up into your mouth, spurts of his release hitting the back of your throat. youre doing your best to assist him in riding out the orgasm when a few droplets of his cum join the lipstick in decorating the bottom half of your face, making matt chuckle slightly. he throws his head back in ecstasy, eyelashes batting up at the ceiling as he reaches for your hand as a form of support.

you grab onto him gently, positioning yourself next to him once more after wiping your lips clean on an old tshirt of matt’s that was on the edge of his bed. he smiles widely as he pulls you close, tracing circles on the small of your back before beginning to speak. “i think that was better than any porn i’ve watched.”

a/n: nerd!matt in april of 2025 this is insane.

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[calicosturns]

cheerleader!reader riding nerd!matt

contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex (not recommended), slightly sub!matt

who would've thought that this adorable nerdy guy can be that needy? no one. only you.

you love playing with strands of his fluffy curly hair, you love snatching his glasses because 'baby, you look better with contacts' and every time get an annoyed huff in response.

but more than this you love when it's only you and him, in his bedroom, trying to study. which always leads to you, straddling his lap and telling him to relax because you can do everything by yourself.

matt usually stares at you with his blue iris and you can see desire in them mixed with embarrassment. his hands on your hips when you grind against his growing bulge, causing the brunette to let out a sharp exhale and close his eyes shut.

it doesn't take long to get rid of his clothes, his grey sweatpants already somewhere on the floor with his boxers and your panties. you're already dripping wet just from the sight of matt, laying on his bed, his cheeks flushed and he stares at you as if you're the most precious thing in the world. because you are.

but only in a second, a muffled groan escapes his lips and his hold on your hips only tightens as you start moving against him, not fully taking him in yet, just teasing.

"stop—," he tries to speak, but his voice betrays him and trembles, "don't tease". the tone of matt's voice almost pleading, he manages to open his eyes and look at you on top of him. his hair tousled, glasses somewhere on the pillows and he can hardly focus on your face.

but when the tip of his cock makes it's way in your entrance, he swears, he can barely holds himself from cumming right there like a pathetic virgin, because every time with you feels like first.

you adjusts to his size, matt isn't thick, but is long enough for you to feel everything. and this is when you start to bounce on top of your beloved boyfriend, soft moans escape your parted lips every time his tip makes contact with your g-spot.

matt's fingertips digging into your skin and you know there's gonna be marks in the morning, but neither you or him care about this. the brunette guides you on top of him, so you can feel him deeper.

"m'not sure i can hold for s'long," he speaks through his gritted teeth, breathing ragged.and you know you're not gonna last for so long as well. with sharp, stuttered movements of your hips, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave and you reach it with matt's name on your lips.

the sight of you, completely fucked up, rose cheeks and eyes rolled in pleasure, is enough for matt to cum as well. he doesn't even bother to pull out, too busy with how good you feel wrapped around his dick, so the brunette finishes inside you, filling you up with a guttural moan.

you collapse on top of him, feeling how his seed is now leaking from your entrance, a dumb chuckle escapes your lips and you lean closer to place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

"do you think einstein is proud of us for learning about friction force?" is the first thing that escapes your mouth. and matt can't help, but chuckles in amusement, "baby, john theophile desaguliers was the first to realize the role of adhesion in friction"

a/n: not proofread !!! also eng isnt my first language <3 hope yall enjoyed!!

© calicosturn, 2025

[y2kstarr]

࣪˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ private study sesh with fb!nerd!matt

in which matt helps you "study" for your chemistry class . . . paired with fwb!brat!reader warnings: suggestive themes, flirting, almost smut (😋) p!link

Outside of your dorm room, the halls are bustling with noise and movement as kids rush to their afternoon classes. It penetrates the thin walls and seeps through the floorboards, providing something like an aggressive white-noise to your studying.

A chemistry textbook sits open on the bed, where you’re stretched out, legs splayed over Matt’s lap while he lights up a joint.

“This right?” You ask, nudging the book towards him with the slip of your homework, one of the problems scribbled out on the page.

Matt leans over, exhaling a lungful of smoke into the space between you two. He’s still shirtless, sticky and sweaty from another round of casual sex, pressing in close behind you, fixing his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Nah,” He hums, stealing the pen you’ve been chewing on and replacing it with the joint as he smirks at the sight. “You’re really bad at this, huh?”

You scoffed at his bluntness, watching him steal the pen you'd been chewing on and replacing it with his joint as he teased you, making you playful glare up at him as you took a puff before blowing it out, the smoke curling into the air of your dorm room.

"Well, you did just fuck me senselessly, sooo," You playfully stated, handing him back his joint with a smirk on your lips, turning to your side a little as your legs were still splayed over his lap, having on only your panties since you were still cooling off a bit. "Sorry if I still can't think straight."

Matt looked you over with a smirk, tilting his head. His gaze was cocky and self-assured as he drank in the sight of your body. His fingers traced up your legs, starting at your ankle before tracing a slow line on the inside of your thighs, watching as you shuddered at his touch.

“Oh, did I now? Cause I ain't sorry one bit. In fact...” He murmured, leaning in closer to you and placing the joint between his lips again, taking another hit whilst smirking as he blew the smoke in your face. “That was the plan.”

You waved off some of the smoke, playfully glaring at him as you giggled, before feeling as his hand patted your hip, a little signal that he wanted you in his lap. You sighed before complying with him, maneuvering your body so that you now sat up, straddling his lap. How in the hell did others see a nerd in him? Hmm... must've been the glasses.

The curve of your hips were flush against his, your eyes glancing down at his lips before glancing back up at his eyes. "You are the worst tutor I've ever met," You playfully joked in a quieter, teasing voice, your hands coming to his chest and sliding up to wrap around the back of his neck.

“Worst tutor?” He scoffed, his eyes fluttering at how your fingers teased the hair at the back of his head, before his hands came to your waist, gripping the flesh there in a sharp yet gentle grasp. “I dunno,” Matt said, rolling his hips up into yours with a smirk. “How 'bout I give you an in-depth lesson on chemistry, ma?”

You gasped softly at the contact, biting your lip with a smile at the pleasure that rushed through your body, even after having fucked him less than an hour prior. "Sounds much more intriguing than solving mind-numbing equations," You teased back, watching as he reached over to put the joint out in the ashtray on your bedside table.

Before you knew it, a gasped yelp left your lips as Mat rolled the two of you over with ease, pinning you beneath him on your bed like he'd done nearly a thousand times before, and yet you'd never tire of it.

His lips met yours in a slow, passionate kiss, deep and needy, before he left the kiss, trailing his lips down your jawline and throat, between the valley of your tits and down your stomach.

"You better pay attention, cause I'm quizzing you on this later," He playfully joked against your tummy, glancing up at you with blue eyes that burned with desire.

"You wouldn't," You exaggeratedly gasped, giggling as he chuckled against your skin, but your laughter turned into a sweet moan as he mouthed at your pussy through your panties, tongue dragging flat against the fabric before he tugged it to the side, hooking your legs over his shoulders with a smirk on his gorgeous lips.

"Oh, I totally would."

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a / n : did I base him off of lip gallagher just a little bit??... yes, yes i did 😔 GOD FORBID A GIRL HAS OBSESSIONS (also- should I make them an au?)

Inbox, dms, and requests are all open, hit me up wheneva babies <33

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[sturnslace]

brat!reader loves matts glasses

“y’fuckin nerd,” you scoff, pushing the black frames further up his nose as he groans, feeling his dick twitch inside your gummy walls as he relentlessly pounds into your sopping cunt.

“says the one who got wet watchin’ me do my work—” matt fastens his pace as he slams into you “slut,” he murmurs quietly before grabbing your legs and placing them over his shoulders, allowing him to pound even deeper into you.

“it’s the damn glasses,” you whine as you clench yourself around him, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach begin to form.

matt lets out a breathy chuckle, “oh yeah— do my glasses turn you on sweetheart?” he teases in your ear as he lowers his body, his chest touching yours. all you managed to reply with was a shaky moan as he continued thrusting his big cock at an extremely fast pace.

the rim of his glasses tickled you as his mouth instantly went into the crook of your neck, leaving harsh purple marks along your velvet skin while your hands tugged at his brown locks that stuck to his sweaty forehead.

“fuck matt— so, so good,” your head falls back in pleasure as your mind is flooded with matt, only matt and how good he’s making you feel right now. your hand grasps tighter at his hair while the other one comes up to grip onto his shoulders, trying to ground yourself as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“mmphf—” he groans as he lifts his head from your neck, a trail of saliva connecting from his swollen lips to your skin. he carefully brings a hand up to caress your skin before placing it on your tummy, pressing down on the visible bulge from his dick. “shit— look at that.. you're bulging baby,” he groans, almost like a whisper.

“feelin’ me deep inside ‘ya, huh? squeezing me s’good..” you’re quick to look down before shooting your head back up and whining in pleasure as matt begins rubbing circles against your clit, his fingers sliding against your puffy folds.

“matt. m’gonna— cum..” is all you manage to whimper while you get your brain fucked out, his cock nearly reaching your guts as he hits your sweet spot with every thrust. the knot in your stomach tightening as you look up at matt, seeing how his glasses reflected in the light.

his fingers fasten as he brings you to your release. with a loud moan of his name the knot in your stomach snaps as liquid flows from your swollen cunt as matt thrusts a little more before releasing warm white ropes of cum inside of you.

you moan out as he fills you, your juices mixing as he slowly pulls out, struggling with the stickiness. “fuck matt.” you huff, smiling slightly.

“yeah y’like that?” he smirks, “your tight lil’ cunt stuffed full.” he murmurs, your body shuddering.

he chuckles before burrowing his head back into your neck leaving one last kiss near your ear. “you did amazing, my sweet girl.”

“you should wear your glasses more often— suits you.”

©. sturnslace ⋆𐙚₊˚

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[camzeecorner]

𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚂₊˚ෆ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏!𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

smut ღ dividers → @bernardsbendystraws ฅ^._.^ฅ

⚝ Madison beer ↴

Mutualbaters - [you love masterbating with madison right by your side.]

Thirsty- [after a long day of being in the hot heat all you want is a drink to calm you down.. or rather a wet mouth.]

Long day - [you know how to calm madison down after she’s had a stressful day.]

‘Are you challenging me?’- [you strongly believe girls are better eaters than boys.]

25/8-[ it’s never a time where you aren’t rubbing your throbbing clit against Madison’s.]

Cum home-[ you dreaded the time madison was away, so when she returns you make sure to give her the best welcome ever.]

Playful -[ you love the way Madison’s titties feel in your soft small hands.]

Pretty princess award- [you love to play dress up, Madison loves it too simply for the fact she gets to fuck you in that slutty dress]

‘I miss you’- [you miss madison so much you can’t help it.]

Desperate for you- [Madison’s busy, you’re needy. What else will you ever do…]

⚝ Matt sturniolo ↴

Your eyes only- [Matt can’t help but get turned on by your body, he craves it everyday. One video in particular that helps him.]

Tits guy- [Matt loves when you tease him with your beautiful perfect breast.]

Perfect girl- [Matt can’t help but please you, his perfect sweet girl shall get whatever she wants.]

Sight for sore eyes- [Matt can’t help it, he gets turned on by simple things, can you help him?]

One taste - [matt was a nerd, you were everything. Everyone wanted you, but you wanted Matt, just one taste of him.]

Under the desk - [Matt has been on twitch for over 3 hours, making you wait. Well you’re sick of it.]

Good boy- [Matt loves to watch you cum, more than being able to cum himself. He just wants to be your good boy.]

Please - [Matt will beg and beg to fuck you, doesn’t matter when or where you are.]

⚝ chris sturniolo ↴

3 minutes- [“bet I can make you cum in 3 minutes” “Chris what the hell are you on about?” Safe to say Chris was right.]

Ride me- [Chris wants nothing more than you riding him after a painfully slow and long exhausting day.]

Mornin- [sweet sex is the best way to start a morning.]

Dirty bitch- [“you look like you’ve never even touched a dick..” that’s where Chris was wrong.]

Ruin me -[ you love when Chris gets mad, giving him the opportunity to take it out on you.]

Watch it- [Chris’ ex can’t stop stalking you online, you being the girlfriend you are.. you send her a reminder of who Chris chose.]

Babydoll- [despite how innocent you look in your skirt, Chris cant help but get hard.]

Visible- [‘you can see my dick in your throat baby’]

Tags- @shaquilles-0atmeal @monroesturnns @blahbel668 @mattssluttywaist @jetaimevous

[angelicckisses]

matt sturniolo p links ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

chris version: here

⚠️all these links are from twitter so make sure you have an account in order to view these⚠️

nerd matt eating you out.

morning sex with matt

makeout session

matt using his fingers on you

dom!matt face fucking you

matt filming a sex tape

punishing sub!matt after he cummed without permission.

bigdick!matt giving you backshots

nudes you send to matt while he’s filming

matt handling you after you had an attitude

after a creampie

nerd!matt fucking you while you study

[sturnsflirt]

꒰ munch ♥︎ a nerd!matt blurb ꒱ ⊹ . 𖥔 warnings :: 18+ content, oral (f. receiving), fingering

it started as a tutor session, textbooks stacked on desks and flashcards spilled all over the desk. you were incredibly frustrated from all the assignments your professors assigned to you, and you needed a fix.

matts tongue lapped at your folds, your toes curling in pleasure, feeling his tongue flatten against your clit, looking up at you shyly, the way his face glistened with your arousal, the way his glasses and faint stubble nudged your inner thighs, it was all too much.

"fuck, matt," you swear under your breath, your hands slithering their way through his brunette curly locks, tugging on them, which only egged him on, dipping his long middle finger into your wet heat, a guttural moan escaping past your lips.

he was so embarrassed, almost bashful at the thought of him being in this position, his face stuffed between your thighs, and his fingers pumping in and out of your sopping cunt. he slipped his ring finger into you, curling it to get you closer to pure ecstasy.

"gonna cum," you mumble lazily, biting your lip as you cry out helplessly, seeing white stars as you reach your orgasm, with matt fingering you through your high.

he tilts his head up at you, his whole lower face covered with a mix of your arousal and his spit, before pressing a light kiss to your clit.

[chrattho1]

nerd!matt x reader

theres a whole list of different things about matt that makes your stomach turn. the way he smells, the way his voice sounds, the way his silver chain dangles off his neck, the way he only really calls you mama. you can go on and on. but theres one specific thing that you notice alot about him.

matt’s glasses are one of the things that makes you feral to say the least. the way he pushes them up the bridge of his nose when they’re sliding down, the way he fiddles with them when he’s focused, the way they sit so perfectly on his features. most of all how he looks so fucking fine with them on. he doesn’t even try to look the way he does, just so effortlessly pretty.

matt’s head currently rests on your lap as you look down at him, admiring his eyelashes as they batt behind the frame of his glasses while he reads through something on his phone. god he’s so pretty.

you’re both enjoying the day off from school, matt surprisingly hasn’t touched a book yet and has been in bed with you all morning.

“look at this, apparently butterflies taste with their feet” he flashes the screen of his phone in your direction, showing you the article on random animal facts that he’s been reading.

“that’s crazy” you mumble, really not giving a fuck about how butterflies taste and more focused on the way his hair falls back to his face every time you push it back his forehead, tangling your fingers in his locks.

“i know right..” his eyes darting between your face and the screen, looking at your reaction carefully. he know’s your mind is elsewhere. he can see the absolute need in your eyes for him.

“ma?” his voice soft, like always.

“mhm?” the small smile on your face never leaving as you admire him.

“can i get a kiss?” his eyebrows tie asking you the question but he also knows you’d never deny him of a kiss.

“ofcourse baby” as soon as those words leave your mouth, matt sits up. pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose scooting closer with the most desperate look on his face. it doesn’t take long for him to get worked up. he was just reading animal facts but when he saw you looking at him like that.. yeah.

he licked his pink lips making them look glossy as he nervously leaned down to place his lips on yours. you and matt have been dating for a while now, but he still gets nervous around you almost like the first time you reached out to him after class about a project.

matt’s lips move against yours, his hands shaky from need when he places them on your lap, slowly stroking your skin. the tip of his fingers toy with the edge of your shorts before reaching under and squeezing your thighs.

the kiss deepens, both your mouths open and tongues tied as matt’s weight pushes to lay you down on the mattress. his lips leave yours to place small and hurried kisses all over your jawline leading to your neck. his hands under your shirt now, rubbing circles on your stomach. matt’s pretty noisy whenever he gets to touch you, he is whimpering, breathing heavy and moaning all while kissing and sucking on your neck. his glasses pressing into his forehead as he digs into your skin.

his hands squeeze your sides and find their way to your hips, fingers hooking onto the waistband of your shorts.

“matt..” you moan out giving him the green signal to pull your shorts down. and he does.

soon both your shorts and panties land on different parts of the room, matt’s hands gripping your thighs and his pretty, pretty face lays between them.

“oh baby…fuck..right there..” your chest heaving, your hips pushing into his face.

his tongue moving rapidly along your folds and your clit, each time he is eating you out he acts like he’s been starving the whole time.

his nose nudges your clit as he puts his face in deeper, his glasses fogged up and pinching your inner thighs. he soon notices and pulls away to look at you— well sorta, his glasses being fogged don’t really help with that. his hair all over the place, his nose and cheeks flushed and his lips— they’re glossier than the models’ on the fenty lip gloss ad.

he lets out a sharp exhale almost like a gasp, feeling your index finger hook onto the bridge of his glasses, pulling them off his face in a swipe and putting it on your own in a way that they’re almost falling off your nose.

matt’s eyes wide, his breathing still heavy. he licks his lips and pulls on your thighs to bring you closer to his face before diving in again.

his tongue works over your wet folds in a practiced way, almost like he knows every nerve ending that makes you squirm, his eyes now darted up at your face watching you moan his name and roll your eyes back behind the frame of his glasses.

he can feel his painfully hard boner press against the mattress, his sweats feeling damp from the release of pre-cum. he ruts his hips along the semi-soft mattress while he lets you fuck his face.

sloppy noises, sheets crinkling under the both of you, moans and whimpers from matt’s end and screams and praises from your end is all that is that surrounds the room.

“baby, fuck..m’gon’ cum okay?” with your ragged breathing you speak and matt nods against your pussy, his hips still fucking the mattress.

matt’s lips envelope your clit, sucking on it while he watched your head fall back and hips buck into his face, cumming undone all over it with a loud screech of his name falling from your mouth.

matt licks you through your orgasm, your thighs shaking vigorously around his face, your legs trapping it there until he pulls away and climbs up to you.

his finger pushing his own glasses up your nose, his chin covered in your juices looking at you with a sheepish grin. his clothed length pressing against your bare thigh.

“can you keep them on?” he asks with a little hesitation, he knows you guys are going to go a few rounds after this and he needs you to have them on the whole time.

a soft and small chuckle passes through your lips.

“fine but will you able to see properly?” you tease causing him to whine and drop his head to your shoulder, absentmindedly pushing his hips into yours.

˗ˏˋ a/n ˎˊ˗ this close to starting my own nerd!matt au, sigh. anyways this isn’t proofread at all. english is not my first language !

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