bernardmatthews

[bernardmatthews]

— pillows aren’t enough for sub!matt. . .

the first thing you feel is the tension in the room.

that needy, desperate feeling that often disperses itself around your shared room with matt.

the second thing you feel is something hard grinding against your ass. that “something” being matt’s clothed cock—well, minimally clothed.

and the third: matt’s arm snaking around you as his large, veiny hand cups one of your tits through the black fabric of your simplistic bra.

you’d slept in just a bra and panties, matt having slept in his simple calvin klein boxers. he seemed to think you were still asleep. such a slutty thing—grinding against you in your sleep. you try your best to stay still and quiet, wanting to figure out what matt’s exact intentions were.

but it seemed like you already knew. pathetic combinations of grunts and whimpers were heard behind you and you just knew. knew what those sounds signified.

but now that you were really thinking about it, you didn’t want matt to cum. not without you, at least. so, you stir slightly and matt freezes. you sit up slightly and turn around, only to see him lying there with his eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. sneaky little thing. thinks he’s slick.

“matt,” you speak softly. matt cracks an eye open, sleepily humming, “hm?” he’s really trying to play the part.

you stare at him for a moment, taking in how his cheeks are flushed, lips slightly parted, breath shaky.

he’s not even hiding it well.

you lean down, voice sugary sweet as you whisper, “you think i’m stupid, baby?”

his jaw clenches. that’s all the answer you need.

you pull the covers back slowly, exposing the obvious bulge in his boxers. he flinches slightly when the cool air hits his skin, but still doesn’t move. doesn’t speak.

your fingers ghost over his waistband, toying with the edge before pulling back. “so you were just…what, sleep-humping me now, huh?”

he finally blinks up at you with wide eyes. his voice is breathy, wrecked, and a little scared. “i-i didn’t mean to…i—i couldn’t help it.”

you tilt your head, giving him a look that makes his face burn hotter.

“poor thing,” you coo mockingly. “so desperate you couldn’t wait ‘til i woke up?”

he whines and tries to bury his face in the pillow, but you grab his chin and make him look at you.

“no, no. you wanted to go around humping things like a puppy? then you’re gonna hump a pillow.”

you shove one under him with a smug little smirk. “go ahead, baby. show me how bad you needed it.”

he hesitates. “w–wait, please, i didn’t mean to—”

“now.” you snap.

his breath catches and he nods, shame written all over his face as he obediently starts to rut against the pillow. soft gasps leave his lips with every movement.

and you? you just sit back, watching, arms folded, letting him embarrass himself.

“that’s it, baby. show mama how much you needed this,” you purr, drinking in the sight, his eyes fluttering shut as he ruts his hips into the pillow faster. “mama…” he whines desperately, peeling his eyes open and landing them on you.

“what is it, sweetheart?” you say in a mocking tone, tilting your head to the side. matt slows his movements to a stop, to which you respond by raising your eyebrows, expecting him to explain himself.

“need more…” he mumbles, barely even audible. you plaster a faux pout on your face, shifting ever so slightly closer to him. “speak up, matt,” you order softly. he huffs, shifting slightly.

“need you…stupid pillow isn’t enough,” he pleads, a pouty look on his face. you sigh. he just looks so damn cute—fuck it. you give in. just this once. you pull the pillow out from under his hips.

“on your back.”

matt’s quick to obey, flipping over onto his back and sitting up against the headboard. you hook your fingers under the waistband of his boxers teasingly, looking up at him with an expectant look—one he knew all too well.

“please?” he begs softly, voice shaky. a deep red blush blossoms across his cheeks, flooding all the way to the tips of his ears. a wicked grin creeps across your face as you throw your leg over his lap, positioning to straddle him.

you, once again, teasingly tug at the waistband of his boxers, eliciting a whine from him. finally, you pull them down, his hard cock springing free. matt sighs in relief.

matt looks up at you through his lashes, big blue orbs gleaming with that pleading look. you knew exactly what he wanted and exactly how badly he needed it. you pull your panties off, keeping your eyes on his face the entire time.

placing your hands on matt’s shoulders, you hover above his cock. “you ready, sweetheart?” you coo. matt nods frantically, “yes—yes, i—yes, please.”

the soft chuckle you let out is interrupted by a moan as you sink down on his cock. matt whimpers, his eyes fluttering shut. “feel so good, baby,” you gasp softly, simply just sitting there for a moment. “o-oooh, fuck—fuckfuckfuck—“ matt stumbles over his words as he feels you clench around him. yeah, you did that on purpose.

“look at you, baby. you like that? hm?” you murmur condescendingly, starting to bounce on him. matt paws desperately at you—your waist, your thighs, your bra-covered tits. he was so mesmerized by you.

he can’t help but be fixated on the way your tits bounced in your bra with each time your dropped yourself down onto his cock. but, can you blame him? they looked so perfect. so pretty.

“mama…” he mutters shakily, finding it difficult to form words through the jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. you hum in acknowledgment, fixing your eyes on his, only to find his gaze casted slightly downward—at your chest.

“can i…can i put my mouth on you?” he bravely reaches up and palms one of your breasts, glancing up at you through his lashes.

you chuckle wickedly, “such a greedy thing. only good boys get a taste. you think you’ve earned it?”

matt’s eyes gleam with need. “yes. yes, i-i do—please, mama…” he begs, cock twitching inside you, making you shudder. you sigh, reaching back and unclasping your bra, pulling it off and tossing it to the floor. matt stares at your chest like a man starved, waiting for the command.

“all yours, baby.”

at that, he dives in. matt immediately latches his lips around one of your nipples, sucking on it fervently. his lashes fall, eyes closing as he gives in to the sensation. you start to bounce again, one of your hands tangling in his hair and the other holding onto his shoulder for support.

matt switches to your other breast, licking a stripe from your nipple to the top, then moving back down to lock his swollen, pink lips around it. he moans against you as you pick up the pace, your breast that he’d previously lavished bouncing in his face.

this was pure paradise for him.

your moans get louder as his tip kisses your cervix with each bounce. matt begins to suck hickeys into your breasts more fervently, unable to keep up with your fast pace. he lets out a whine louder than the ones he’s been releasing as you tug at his scalp, your other hand digging crescents into the milky skin of his shoulder.

matt starts to rut his hips up into you at the same rhythm as your bounces, eliciting a loud moan from the both of you. matt’s eyes squeeze shut, while yours roll back. “theeere you go, just like that…good boy.” you gasp, your walls fluttering around his cock.

“mama! gonna—gonna c-cum!” he cries out, his hips stuttering. you feel his dick pulsing inside you and you know he’s telling the truth. you start to bounce harder, chasing your own orgasm.

matt tries his best to keep lavishing your tits, but it’s difficult with how fast your bouncing—he isn’t exactly complaining, though. “gonna cum, baby—fuck—cum with me, sweet boy,” you breathe out. your hand that’s in his hair shakily drops down to his other shoulder, desperate for support as your climax nears.

your noisy moans intertwine with matt’s pathetic mewls, orgasms crashing over the both of you. you feel matt’s load spill inside you and shiver at the feeling, despite the fact that your hot and moderately sweaty.

matt pants beneath you, cheeks flush and lips covered in saliva. his chest rises and falls, still catching his breath, eyes glazed over. you don’t get up off of him just yet—don’t let him come down from it. your fingers thread back through his hair, tugging gently as you lean down and press your lips to his, slow and deep and claiming.

“look at you,” you murmur against his mouth, your voice soft but laced with something sharper. “so fucked out…and you think we’re done?”

he whines faintly, like he wants to protest, but you’re already rolling your hips just enough to make him shudder and let out a small whimper. he grips your waist instinctively, like you’re the only thing tethering him to reality.

you tilt his chin up with two fingers, locking eyes with him. “you’re not goin’ back to sleep until i say so.”

and the way he nods, pupils blown wide, breath shaky—yeah. he’ll dream about this once you allow him back to sleep. you’ll make sure of it.

author’s note. . . PSA this is not proofread! im posting this at like 4am in my timezone so i assume this will flop but that’s okay because uh this is ass like worst thing i’ve ever written like i dont even know what’s happening in this i sincerely apologize 😭 i have another thing for sub!chris in the works btw so dw chris girls ! anyway im going to bed goodnight

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[bernardmatthews]

giving rapper!matt head in the studio۶ৎ.ᐟ

"F-fuuuuck," He moans, throwing his head back into the chair, hand tightly wrapped around his hair. "Taking me so fuckin' well, mama."

Matt looked stressed, and you were needy. You both needed this. "Look so pretty, wish I could take a picture." Even in the intimate position you're in, you still find yourself embarrassed at his words.

"S-should let me put this in my next song— God— let everyone know how good my girl is for me—" He pets your head, encouraging you to take him deeper. And you do, sliding the rest of him down your throat.

He smirks when your eyes begin to water, making your mascara run. "Y'gonna let me?" He teases, other hand hovering over the record button. And you know he's just teasing, you can feel his eyes watching over your every movement, but the idea is really fucking hot.

You attempt to nod but just end up gagging on his length, "Yeah? Want everyone to hear how pretty you sound choking on my cock?"

"P-pleasemh.." You stammer out, words muffled by his length. "I got you, mama—" He groans, thrusting up into your mouth as his fingers finally press the record button. "L-let, everyone know who's making me feel this good, okay?"

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[bernardmatthews]

Wait-

Morning sex with Bf!Chris

This is based off a dream I had this morning.

The covers lay over your body like your own personal shield. It was an all too common thing you did—cradle your body near and dear to your own heart, as if to protect from the world. As you turn on your side, you could hear Chris’s footsteps coming down the stairs.

He’s never gotten up before you, today was different though—Chris wanted to take you driving for the first time in his new car. He entered the room cheerfully, not noticing his girlfriend still basically half asleep. Only her lower body was visible—the covers messily spread across the bed, Chris had been up all night fucking her but he wanted more.

“Babe.”

Chris gently shook you, the feeling of the cold bracelet he wore made your skin have goosebumps. With a scoff you turned back to the other side which made Chris stare at the back of your head.

“Chris i’m still tired—.”

He cut you off with a smack to your ass. His hand rubbing the area sensually afterwards.

“Just wanna take you for a ride babe.”

You could hear the smirk in his tone—already knowing the double meaning and implication of his statement. Chris laughed as you hit at his pants, his dick was already getting hard again. He grabbed your hand and held it there.

“Y’want me to help you wake up?”

Chris took your hand and lazily pumped it up and down on his dick. His other hand still kneading at your ass—he would smack it then rub it. Once he stopped moving your hand up and down, you could feel his dick being rubbed between your ass—your pussy folds making his tip wet.

You bit your lip—the feeling of his dick being inside of you, from hours ago—making you tingle. There was a slight wetness between your legs as you felt Chris thrust into your pussy through your panties.

“Chris i’m still so tired—my body is sore.”

Chris lifted the covers up, only your ass was poking out for him—as he pulled down your underwear.

“I’ll do all the work baby—just lay there and take it.”

You let out a moan as he didn’t give you any time to adjust to his size—he slid inside of your pussy. A slight hiss came from your mouth as Chris gripped at your hips tightly.

Chris could feel how warm and still tight your pussy was—he was pissed that no matter how hard he fucked you, somehow you would still barely take him in.

“Wait-.” You moaned.

Chris didn’t listen as he pushed your head into the bed—his hips thrusting repeatedly in and out of you. He threw his head back, this was too good for him. You always felt so good to him—he also knew that the night before when you were riding him, your ass clapped so loudly. He wanted to hear that again.

You feel Chris turn your body completely so now you were laying flat on your stomach. His dick didn’t stop pounding into you—it was beginning to become too much. This was feeling too good and you didn’t know how to react, so when you tried to push his hands away from your waist—Chris smack your ass.

“Fuckin tight bitch.”

Chris groaned, his hand kept smacking and smacking at your ass. He wanted you to be punished for being such a good fleshlight for him.

“My own personal pocket pussy.”

You started to grip the sheets, your tits felt sore from the constant up and down motion of Chris’s thrusts.

“Chris I-I wanna go for a ride.” You whined, your face was flushed and tears started forming in your eyes.

Chris dryly laughed. He started to slowly grind deeply into your pussy—his hand rubbed your back.

“Y’wanna ride in daddy’s big car?”

You nodded. Chris bent down, kissing your back tenderly before purring.

“You gonna be a good girl for me huh? Gonna be good for daddy?”

You couldn’t nod as Chris held your head down into the covers of the bed. He started to lose control—the slapping of skin became louder each time he would move. Chris smacked your ass again, his hand turning red.

“You woke yet?” Chris was starting to taunt you.

You tried lifting your head up to respond to him—then maybe his thrusts would slow down, but he held your head down. Chris lifted your hips up so that your ass was in the air.

“Hm? You awake now Y/n??”

You cried out—screaming loudly from overstimulation. Chris knew how to make you cum from just his cock. He didn’t even touch your pussy yet, it was so slippery and wet that all you could hear was squelching.

“Awww cmere.”

Chris cooed before picking you up—he spun you around so he was now holding you up. As he continued fucking into you, his hands gripped onto your ass like no tomorrow. He’s always loved ass—especially yours.

“Want daddy to cum in you? Yea—is that what you want baby?”

You nod and cling onto his body. Chris was extremely strong, he held you in his arms with no problem—your head rested between his shoulder. Your hands scratched at his back, the feeling of his thick cock now hitting at a deeper angle—made you cum.

“Chris—please, I wanna—wanna go for a ride.”

Chris laughed. He kissed your face, his movements beginning to become more sloppier as he neared his climax.

“You are riding baby.” He gently squeezed your ass

“Oh”

Was all you could croak out. Chris softly shushed you—his lips kissing you deeply. He wanted you to calm down, he knew he was being rough right now—but he had also gotten you to wake up.

“Cmon let daddy cum in you so we can for a ride, is that okay? Can daddy cum?”

You nod, his hands lifted your ass up and down move rushed now. He was ready to show you his new car and show off his driving skills.

“Chris—daddy I want your cum in me.”

Chris groaned, he felt his balls tighten as his cum traveled up. The feeling of his cum spilling into your womb made you cry out.

It felt soo unexplainable—Chris held you up for a bit before lay you back on the bed.

“You okay baby?” He sat down next to you, rubbing your thighs.

“Mhm…i’m woke now.” You chuckled as Chris tackled you with kisses.

Guys this is literally the exact carbon copy of my dream this morning—the way it felt as if I was. feeling everything is just…LIKE IT FELT LIKE CHRISS DICK WAS PHYSICALLY IN ME OMFG

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[bernardmatthews]

holy fuck i needed this

⌗ . . . STEPBROTHER!CHRIS STEALS YOUR PANTIES AFTER WATCHING STEPBROTHER!MATT SHOVE THEM IN YOUR MOUTH

WARNINGS : SMUT. VOYEURISM. PNV. PANTIE STEALING. CHRIS USES THEM TO GET OFF.

chris never meant for himself to get so addicted to watching the way you looked when matt fucked you—or when you were alone in your room, touching yourself with your door left cracked like you didn’t have a care in the world.

he couldn’t help himself when he walked past your bedroom door, the light spilling out into the dim hallway from the crack in your door. you didn’t close it all the way.

he stood near the door, leaning up against the frame as his eyes watched what was happening. he could see you—face pressed into your mattress with your hands tied behind your back. matt was behind you, keeping your legs spread wide open for him, your skirt bunched up around your waist.

chris could see the white laced panties you had on—the sight of them making his cock stir in his pants. he watched as one of matts hands came up to grab at your hair, tugging your head back as his other reached for the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your body.

“c’mon, open your mouth baby.” he heard matt whisper, seeing the way you immediately opened your mouth for him. matt took the soaked fabric and shoved it between your lips, telling you to bite down on it. you whimpered around them, your eyes fluttering shut.

chris exhaled at the sight, pressing closer to the crack in the door. his hand wandered down, palming himself through the fabric of his sweats as he watched matt push his cock between your folds—one hand in your hair and the other gripping your hip, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

your moans we’re filthy—the sound dulled by the fabric shoved in your mouth. chris’ free hand gripped the door frame to keep himself steady. his mind was already spiraling, already imagining how those panties would feel clenched in his fist and wrapped around his cock.

chris stood there for a long while, watching you get ruined by his brothers cock—but soon enough he backed away before he could be caught. just like he always did. he couldn’t risk staying, even if he wanted to.

he didn’t sleep much that night.

the next day, your panties we’re gone. you probably assumed matt kept them after pulling them from your wet mouth, the fabric absolutely soaked with your spit. some little trophy he liked to hold onto.

but no.

they were under chris’ pillow. he had waited until everyone was gone to sneak into your room—finding them thrown carelessly into your laundry basket. he picked them up gently, and snuck out of your room quickly.

and now it was late at night. his bedroom door closed and locked—keeping himself secluded from everyone else as he pulled them out from under his pillow slowly. The fabric was warm from being hidden for so long, still damp with your spit.

chris sank back into his bed, lifting his hips quickly as his fingers hooked into the band of his sweats and boxers, tugging them down, and wrapping the panties around his cock. he couldn’t wait any longer—he needed this.

“fuck.” he hissed, his hand tugging on his cock slowly, watching the way the fabric collected the pre-cum leaking from his sensitive tip. they became slick and warm against his skin as he thought about how matt had shoved them in your mouth, how you moaned and drooled around them.

his hips jerked up into his fist as he dug his thumb into his tip, the fabric of your panties making him feel everything so much more. “oh—fuck—“ he moaned, his head tipping back against the headboard as his hand moved faster now, your panties bunched tightly in his grip.

images of you flashed behind his eyes, all the times he’s caught you and his brother doing things you shouldn’t be doing—wishing he could have a turn at some point instead, but he wouldn’t.

his hips continued to buck, fucking his cock faster into his fist, he looked down and noticed the tiny pink bow decorating the front of the panties as it moved against him. watching the way he soaked your panties with him. the sight made his muscles tense, his balls drawing right as he came suddenly with a low groan, teeth digging into his bottom lip—biting to stay quiet.

he watched as his cum oozed through in hot, thick ropes—soaking through your panties and coating it. his breathing was heavy, small whimpers slipping out as he kept tugging his cock through his orgasm. it wasn’t until he was borderline overstimulated when his hand finally stopped, pulling the now wet fabric away from his spent cock.

he sat there breathless, chest heaving slightly as he took your panties and threw them into the corner of his room, still covered in his cum.

he definitely wasn’t going to give those back to you anytime soon.

a/n : guys this was so hot to write

[bernardmatthews]

after looking at the moodboard i need some high sex with stoner!chris 😍😍

stoner!chris gets restless when he’s high.

chris needed you. he was fucking like a bunny in spring, dick pumping in and out of you faster than it ever had before. the repeated cries of ‘shit,’ or, ‘fuck,’ he chanted under his breath like it were some sort of prayer went straight into your years.

his body practically cradled yours, pressing all the weight he could while keeping his pace. broken moans left your mouth like a gasp for air each time his dick pounded your walls, balls hitting your puffy folds. your fingernails pressed crescent shapes into his shoulders, head digging into the pillow behind you as your back bowed slightly off the bed.

“chris, nnngh— fuck,” you panted. your eyes screwed shut when you felt him pressing into you deeper, thrusts a little slower so he could really reach your insides. his dick throbbed inside of you, begging for release.

your arms moved to wrap about his neck, drawing him in closer to feel his bare chest pressing fully against yours. even your soft whines and whimpers in contrast to your usual volume in bed were like music to his ears, a small reassurance that he knew what he was doing — he knows how to make you feel amazing.

when you finally opened your eyes, meeting his hazy blue ones dimmed by the redness of the two joints he smoked with his friends before this, he couldn’t hold back. his face contorted, and you could see him struggling to keep going, hips faltering slightly a few times. “inside, chris. m’gonna- shit, i’m gonna cum with you,” you gave permission, silently pleading for him to paint your walls.

first he gets to hit raw and now you’re telling him to bust inside you? man was he in heaven. like a dog that was trained to sit, he released on command. as soon as you’d given him the go-ahead, his dick twitched, spurting the white fluid in your abused cunt.

loud grunts escaped his mouth, but he couldn’t care less, too focused on riding out his high to quiet himself. and you were no different. a small cry of his name was followed by your walls rippling around him, body jolting at the sensitivity while you milked his cock.

chris pulled out slowly with a loud sigh, like he was reluctant to do so. he didn’t bother catching your eyes, too busy training his own on the mix of your guys’ sticky cum dripping out of you at a steady pace, disappearing between your asscheeks.

he was hard again in an instant, letting out a breath ‘okay,’ before very gently pushing himself back inside of you. “c- chris?” you huffed, having just recovered from that first passionate orgasm.

“m’sorry,” he whined, only to quietly shush you seconds after, “jus… fuck, i need more.”

his pace picked up with hardly any warning. his dick was so fucking sensitive, tip red and leaky, making him feel every little texture within your pussy. small whimpers you wouldn’t have been able to hear if his room wasn’t dead silent aside from the faint clapping of your guys’ skin tumbled repeatedly from his swollen, pink lips, now bruised from the way he tucked it between his teeth to try and stifle his moans.

author’s note. a lil sumn sumn to really get this au started. send in reqs like this to get more of him.

[bernardmatthews]

ೃ࿔*:･ Snow .ᐟ Reader x Matt

TEXTS — Matt’s a bit possessive and you can’t tell if you love it or hate it…

⚠︎ possessive behavior, fluff, smut, sexting somewhat, talk of ‘positions,’ mentions of raw p n v, talk of creampies

au masterlist

A/N: Fill me to the brim idc I’m yours Matt 🥰🥰🥰

With love and big tits, Rose 🌹

[bernardmatthews]

Could you wrote something where reader calls matt with chris’ name while they’re fucking…🤭

Also i love your work🫶🫶

ooh i love this yes i will def write this soon! and thank you so much honey💖

[bernardmatthews]

｡˚ʚ Bubble .ᐟ Reader x Chris

TEXTS — Chris is addicted to Pepsi and your pussy 😛

⚠︎ fluff, slight sexting, mentions of fem!recieving, Chris being a munch, jokes abt hard drugs

au masterlist

A/N: Pepsi is actually disgusting. How the fuck is it his favorite. BUT CHRIS SEEMS LIKE SUCH A MUNCHHHHH.

With love and big tits, Rose 🌹

[bernardmatthews]

CHRIS CANT HELP HIMSELF

tw: m!masturbation, mentions of panty stealing? chris just being really desperate. obsessive!chris ? perv!chris, slight sub!chris, chris gets caught.

Chris could feel his hardening cock in his boxers pressed against the mattress. Desperately rutting into it, seeking some friction, some sort of release. He didn’t want to give in, he couldn’t, it wouldn’t be right. But he can’t help himself, the images of you in that bikini flooding his head, the way you sound, your lips. The lips he wants to feel wrapped around his cock so fucking bad.

But he never would, he shouldn’t even be thinking of you this way, your his brother’s girlfriend. But he can’t help himself, not since the time he caught the two of you fucking. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from the scene, watching through the crack of Matt’s door.

He couldn’t help himself then just like he can’t now, he ended up jerking himself off until he came all over his hand, quick to leave before he got caught by either you or Matt. To this day neither of you have a clue about Chris catching you both.

Chris rolls over onto his back, closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath when he feels his hand palming the hard on in his boxers. Soon enough he’s pulling them down and wrapping his hand around his aching cock. Beads of pre cum forming from his slit, his thumb swiping over his tip, letting out a hiss of pleasure from this. He needed this. No it wasn’t right and he knew that but he just couldn’t stop, he’s even thought about stealing a pair of your panties to jerk off to. All the times they’ve been sitting at the top of Matt’s dirty laundry, it’s been so tempting for him.

His strokes change in speed, becoming faster, wet squelching noises from his hand around his dick fill the room along with his needy whimpers. Every now and then even your name falls from his lips, begging for you to touch him as if you’re there with him. Chris’ hips bucking, causing him to almost fuck his hand, pretending it’s your lips wrapped around his aching cock. Or your sweet pussy.

Chris would never admit the amount of times he’s thought about being inside you. Thinking about how your walls would feel around him, how his name would sound falling from your lips instead of Matt’s. He should be the one making you feel good. His name should be the one you’re screaming.

“fuck.. g-gettin’ close ma..” Every noise falling from his lips sounding needier than the last. He pumps his cock faster, chasing his release desperately. A small cry of your name falling from his lips right as he’s about to fall over the edge.

You approach his door, not bothering to knock just barging in, “Chris, matt and I are going to get food do you want anything?” Your voice soft like silk to his ears. You’re yet to realize what he’s doing until you hear an unfamiliar sound. He lets out a needy whimper of your name, cumming on the spot at the sight of you when you catch him. “Fuck- please- fuck i’m sorry” Chris pants, struggling to cover himself. “Chris what the fuck?” you quietly yell at him. “‘m sorry please don’t tell Matt about this.. won’t happen again.” he pleas, neediness still dripping in his tone.

You look at him, ignoring the heat between your legs that formed after catching him. It was wrong, so wrong, you’re dating his brother. But you would be lying if you said you haven’t thought about fucking Chris before. He was attractive and shared a face with Matt. You’ve always wondered what it’d be like to fuck both of them.

“It’ll be our secret.” you give Chris a soft smile before exiting the room. Taking a deep breath before going back downstairs, thinking about what just happened as Chris does the same. Neither of you being able to deny to yourselves how much the situation turned you both on.

You were both fucked.

an: might continue this with a second part.. maybe a threesome? hmmm..

dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

taglist: @chrepsi @mathewsmonkey @strnilolover @aaliyahsturniolo @adorechris

[bernardmatthews]

Sub!Bf Matt x Reader

Contains: cockwarming, risky sex, accidental creampie and sub!matt

Y/n waited for Matt and the others to finish their shopping, and video. She knew she was ovulating, so did her bf. Because of them being on the road for tour, Matt told her that they would have to wait it out.

Matt arrived back on the bus, Chris and Nick following suit with their sandwiches. Y/n lay in Matt’s bunk, her legs were clenching, she needed to feel him right now.

“Baby.” Matt pulled the curtain back and smiled at Y/n. He was eating the sandwich, a little bit of sauce was on his face without him realizing.

“Matt.” Y/n sighed and wiped his face, she licked the sauce. Her hand reached out to fluff Matt’s hair and he blushed.

“You’re so messy aren’t you?” Y/n looked for Matt’s reaction. She knew that it was easy to get him going, all she wanted to do was tease him until he broke.

“M’not messy.” Matt’s voice was low. He sat the sandwich down and then came back. Y/n watched as he lifted one foot on the bottom bunk to climb into his own.

Once Matt was finally in, Y/n kept her legs open so that she would feel his bulge through his pajama pants. Matt let out a low groan, his dick was rubbing against Y/n’s bare pussy.

“You’re not wearing underwear?”

Y/n smirked, she pulled Matt’s face closer to sloppily kiss him. Her eyes stayed on his as she spoke.

“It was getting hot in here.” With a shrug she bit her lip then reached into Matt’s pajama pants, she felt his throbbing cock and ran a finger over the tip.

His cock was dripping precum already. Matt whimpered and lowered his head onto Y/n’s shoulder. She could tell he was trying to hold back on making any noise.

“Shhh. You gotta be quiet my sweet boy, alright?” Y/n rubbed Matt’s back affectionately. Her touch was reassuring to him but also made Matt more turned on.

“Mhm. M’gonna be good.” Matt’s voice was whiny now as Y/n started stroking him inside of his pants. She didn’t even stick his cock inside of her yet and Matt was on the verge of cumming.

“Ouuuh. Uh huh. Who’s a good boy?” Y/n’s hand worked faster, she started to rub his cock against her bare pussy. The cloth between them only made her aggressively move her hand. Matt tightly gripped her hips, his head was so into her shoulder that he began biting at her neck.

“Hey. No biting, what did we discuss?” Y/n stopped moving her hand which left Matt whimpering and trying to buck his hips against her body.

“N-No biting.”

Y/n nodded. She took her hand away, with seductive eyes she slowly pulled off her shirt which left her completely naked.

Matt’s eyes opened widely in wonder and admiration. He had seen his girlfriend’s body a thousand times now, but everytime he’s amazed. How could someone like her, want someone like him?

“Can you fuck mommy? Hm?” Y/n grabbed his dick out of his pants, she watched as he rushed to pull them down more.

“I can. I’ll be a good boy and fuck mommy.” Matt whimpered and he pressed a tender kissed onto Y/n’s mouth. The feeling of her tits pressing against his chest made him groan, he lifted his shirt up so he could rub his nipples against hers.

“Aww how pathetic. You like that? Like fucking rubbing your pink nipples on mine?” Y/n started moaning as Matt moved up and down just to try and get stimulation from her nipples.

While Matt was distracted Y/n stuck his cock in slightly, they both let out strained moans. Matt immediately went back into his a cradled position against Y/n’s body, his head safely resting on her shoulder while his hands were placed at her sides.

“Aww baby. Aww fuck, Matty you’re such a good boy.” Y/n moaned. She felt Matt desperately start fucking into her, his cock moved fast and deep. It was clear Matt hasn’t came in awhile and he was trying to feel so good, so fast.

“M’gonna cum.” Matt uttered. His hands held Y/n in place as she tried to form words, she couldn’t take how good he felt. The shaking of the bunk only made Matt more nervous.

“Y/n, we-fuck.-we can’t.” He whimpered.

His hips started to slow down, which made Y/n lose her building climax. She smacked her teeth and with one swift movement, grabbed Matt and pulled him down onto her. Her legs locked skeins his waist which caused him to lose it.

“I don’t fucking care if they hear us Matt. Fucking fuck me.”

Matt moaned loudly, his voice was whiny as he felt tears in his eyes from the humiliation. This was the first time his brothers would be potentially hearing him so weak and vulnerable under Y/n’s touch.

“Cum in Mommy. Do it baby.” Y/n moaned as her legs clenched around Matt’s more tightly. His cock deeply penetrated her womb every thrust, Matt knew that she was ovulating and could end up getting her pregnant.

“You’re gonna get pregnant.”

Y/n kissed his neck, then licked up to his jawline then kissed his lips, sucking on them. She smirked while biting her lip, Matt looked down with a reddening blush.

“Get mommy pregnant.” Those simple words came from her lips, Matt lost it.

“Gonna get you pregnant.” He squeaked as his cock started to throb inside of the girl holding him in place. Matt felt her pussy clenching down hard onto his dick, to try and ease the rough pounding it was receiving.

As Matt found Y/n’s sweet spot and felt how good his dick was feeling inside of her, he panicked.

“N-Noo nooooo.” Matt tried to stop moving his hips but Y/n smacked his ass which made him moan.

“Mommy M’gonna—gonna-.” Matt moaned loudly. His eyes rolled to the back of his head while his hips bucked between Y/n’s legs. She didn’t let him move from that spot as she continued to grind on his cock.

“Can’t take it.—Please-Mommy.” Matt begged as Y/n softly held him, stroking his hair, kissing at his lips and neck. She knew that he was extremely sensitive after cumming but she wasn’t done yet. He could definitely take more.

Been into Sub!Matt recently. I saw their new vlog and instantly thought of this, idk why.

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[bernardmatthews]

★ ── AU INTRODUCTION

stoner!chris meets librarian!reader for the first time.

eyes heavy from the indica, chris made his way through the wooden doors of the ginormous library at a sluggish pace, bored expression plastered across his sharp features as he scoped out the unfamiliar scene. he wanted to be in and out as quick as possible, only stoping his long strides for a quick moment to land his eyes on the classic literature section.

before he knew it, he was walking up and down the aisles in desperate search for a book at looked even half a bit appealing to him. chris was always taught not to judge a book by its cover, but in this case, he had to — spending any more time than necessary in this library sounded like torture.

you had been watching him from the desk for a while, wandering one section aimlessly as he sighed to himself with each disappointment when he’d decide whatever book he picked up to look at wouldn’t be worth his time. he was different than most of the people you saw coming into this library, most of the students being regulars who either came in on the daily to get some work done, or borrow the study rooms in the back with a group every here and there.

this guy you’d never seen before, and judging by how out of place he looked wandering around, this is probably his first time in here. that’s when you made the decision to go over to him, leaving the books you were in the middle of stamping with your admin for a quick moment when you told her you were going to help a student. “you finding everything alright?” you asked in your best customer service voice, offering him a kind smile as you waited for his response.

“mhm,” he started before clearing his throat, finding it in himself to fix his slouching, “yeah, jus’… tryna find somethin’ worth the read.”

you nodded in understanding, smile unwavering as your eyes scanned the shelves behind him. “you seem lost,” you admitted, eyes meeting his once more, “can i help you?”

under normal circumstances, chris would feel a little offended at basically being told it was obvious he had no idea what he was doing here, but this was different; he still needed to be in and out as quick as possible. so he nodded, eyes following you when you turned to stand beside him. “this just ‘cause you want to read, or..?” you asked, almost certain that wasn’t the case.

“nah,” chris shook his head, hardly containing a chuckle at the blatant uncertainty in your own words, “got some book report to do for lit — teacher’s making us pick out own classic novel or some shit.” his explanation was blunt, leaving no need for question.

“i see,” you replied, taking a few steps down the aisle in search for the perfect book for him.

chris followed you like a lost puppy. he didn’t even bother to look at the books with you, eyes glued to the back of your head, dropping when you occasionally ducked to get a closer look at a book on a lower shelf. after moments of agonizing (to chris, anyway) silence, chris cleared his throat, shoving his hands in the pockets of his grey zip-up. “aren’t you… a little young?” he asked unwittingly, “to be a librarian, i mean. they’re usually old, yeah? y’look like you could be going here.”

you let out a sort of chortle at his question, grabbing a book off the shelf before the two of you as you straightened out. “i do go here.”

chris’ face twisted, like he didn’t understand how that could even be possible. “campus jobs,” you clarified, holding out a book for him.

you held your breath for a moment, scanning his face for a reaction when he slowly took the book from your hand — he didn’t have one. he just looked at it, examining it. then, you clicked your tongue. “you’ve probably read it already,” to which he nodded, “and i’m assuming you didn’t like it much?”

chris shrugged. “yeah, but s’whatever.” he really just wanted to get back to his dorm; he could feel himself sobering more and more the longer he stood around. “i’ll take it anyway.”

you smiled at his submission, despite his very obvious apathy towards the idea of reading in general. sucking in a sharp breath, you gestured towards the booth of counters in the middle of the library only a few feet away. “i’ll get you checked out then,” you said, voice softer than you meant it, almost gentle.

with a nod, he waited until you started making your way over to follow you, feet dragging lazily. it only took a few seconds to get there, but in that time, chris felt like he figured out everything he needed to know about you. you sported your hair in some half up-half down situation with a claw clip, tiny line-art tattoos decorating your arms in seemingly random places, a white blouse-like shirt and some plain black slacks. he could see a colourful cardigan resting on a chair behind the counter, assuming it was yours for over the small blouse — a little touch of your personality.

chris’ observant nature kept him safe, using little context clues to decide how he wanted to interact with different people. you were okay, for now. hand brushing against his, you didn’t hesitate to grab the book from him, setting it on the counter beside you before placing one hand over the mouse and the other on the keyboard. “what’s your name?” you asked, eyes scanning the computer screen in front of you.

“chris,” he answered, only to stumble a bit when your eyes met his with an expecting stare , “sturniolo. sorry- chris sturniolo.”

in no time, you had his name and check-out history pulled up, a little surprised when you saw nothing. you knew he didn’t seem very interested in getting a book, but you hadn’t expected him to have avoided reading whatsoever thus far. your lips pursed as you hummed and nodded; it was honestly impressive.

“look, uh… you should try reading this from a different perspective,” you suggested, a beep from the scanner filling up the silence when you paused, “shakespeare’s, like, classic literature itself. reading romeo and juliet now could be totally different than when you first read it in high school.”

another nod. it was starting to get hard to determine whether he was nodding in agreement, understanding, or simply just because he wanted to finish the conversation. you handed him his book, tapping your foot lightly to ease the awkwardness filling the air between you two. “uh, return next tuesday… unless you need to renew it, then you can come back to me.”

“yeah, okay. thanks,” he replied, clicking his tongue quietly when he took another look at the book.

you gave him a small ‘mhm’, not wanting to feel like you were bothering him any further. so you began to turn away from him, trying to get back to the pile of books you’d set aside to get home situated when you saw him shoot you a small smile. you didn’t want to seem too obvious, but that smile, seemingly rare for him, looked perfect. his lidded eyes squinted, and his lips stretched at the corners a little to show you a sliver of his pearly whites.

“i’ll see ya around, worm.”

and with that, he left, leaving you to watch him stride all the way to the door until he was gone. clearly you had no idea who worm was, and you really didn’t expect him to sound even a bit okay with the idea of seeing you again. with the way he stood around, disinterested, you almost felt like he hated you for some reason.

author’s note. well shit that took longer than expect but i’m pretty satisfied with this so it might be worth it. send in asks or reqs if u wanna see more of them pls.

[bernardmatthews]

oh my god.

⌗ . . . PLEASURE IS GOOD BUT THE PAIN FEELS BETTER

WARNINGS : SMUT. USE OF PERIOD SIMULATOR. LIGHT PAIN KINK. RIDING. PNV. CREAM PIE. OVERSTIMULATION. SLIGHT SUB!CHRIS.

chris and his brothers had no idea what any of them were getting into when they finally gave into the period simulator idea that matt had brought up on stream months ago—but you were there watching it all go down.

sitting in the background where the camera wouldn’t catch you as they filmed their video.

matt was the first one up who decided to try the simulation—though he did place the patches too high, you decided not to correct them on it. letting them deal with their own consequences.

as you sat there, you couldn’t help but to giggle to yourself softly. watching as matt yelled anytime the dial was turned up too high—complaining about the pain radiating through his body. the same happened with nick—the yelling and cursing. you honestly thought they were some big babies for not handling the pain well.

but when it came to chris’ turn—you couldn’t help but to let your mind wander. the wires were connected to his skin, the device in one hand as he leans back against the cushions of the couch.

“c’mon you can trust me!” matt exclaimed, though there was clear intent behind his eyes, a smirk forming on his face. “no, i can’t.” chris said, turning his head to look at matt as he shuffled away from him. “yes, you can. i swear!” but chris wasn’t buying it, continuing to hold the device away from matt. eventually, matt convinced him to at least let him turn the device on.

it didn’t start right away, chris’ nerves shining through each time the device was turned up to the next level. “you feel it?” matt had asked chris, your own ears almost missing the question. and chris nodded, “yeah.” but his response sounded a little breathless.

“does it feel nice?” matt questioned again, and chris turned to look at him again. “no.” but his mouth was agape slightly, his words breathless again. almost as if he was trying to hold something back. you just watched, quirking a brow as the boys paid no mind to you.

you continued to sit silently, watching as chris gasped and thrusted his hips upwards anytime the simulator got turned up too high. watching as he yelled—but you could hear they were forced, they weren’t the sounds he was wanting to make. you smirked, standing up quietly as you made your way down to chris’ room, waiting for them to finish filming.

-

chris didn’t come down to his room until late—going out with matt and nick to run some errands and to grab some food, making sure to ask if you wanted anything before they came home.

and that gave you plenty of time to go upstairs and search for where they had left the simulator. when you found it, discarded on the counter in the kitchen, you grabbed it and slipped your way back into chris’ room just as they walked in from the garage.

their voices mingled as they bickered over something stupid, but it quickly came to an end as chris opened the door to his room—food and drinks in hand as he said his last words to his brothers before closing the door with his foot.

“hey baby i got—“ his words were cut off as he turned around, seeing you on his bed in nothing but one of his tees and your panties. his mouth dropped open, everything on his tongue disappearing.

you smiled, crossing your legs as you held the simulator next to you on the sheets. chris’ eyes flicked to it then back at you before his feet moved to set the food down on his desk.

chris didn’t even say a word—just stared. his mouth parted, chest already rising and falling faster than normal. his eyes darted between your bare thighs and the little machine lying next to you on the bed.

“you guy’s left your toy out,” you said sweetly. “thought i’d give it back.” chris slowly stepped closer to you. “you—what’re you doing with that? you’re not gonna make me wear that again, are you?”

you tilted your head at his silly question, smirking slightly. “you don’t want to?.” you asked, cocking a grow at him. his face heated up, the idea of the simulator being hooked up to himself again making his brain work overtime.

“you looked so good earlier. moaning, gasping… couldn’t tell if it hurt or if it felt good.” you purred, but you already knew the answer to that. chris’ throat bobbed. “it hurt.”

“mhm. and yet you still popped a boner.” you teased, watching the way his eyes widened at your bluntness. “i didn’t—” he tried to protest, but you quickly interrupted him before he could get much out.

“you did.” you smiled as he couldn’t help but to palm himself through his sweats like it would prove you wrong. too late. your body was already crawling forward, grabbing the simulator and letting your fingers stroke across the wires as he stood still.

“off.” you said, and he didn’t move. so you snapped your fingers, watching his eyes re focus on you.

“i said off, chris.” and he obeyed, quickly stripping down to nothing, letting his boxers hit the floor along with his sweats. you smirked as his half-hard cock twitched under your gaze.

“come sit on the bed.” your hand coming down to pat the mattress under you. his feet moved, coming over, he sat. you came closer, climbing onto his lap. he hissed the second your clothed heat pressed against him through your thin panties, and you bent down to kiss his jaw, murmuring, “gonna let me put it on you again, baby?”

“yes.” he breathed, his body already beginning to tremble with the anticipation.

he whined under his breath as you shifted away slightly, but you were already setting the pads in place—lower this time, where they’d actually target his pelvis properly. he looked at you with wide, almost nervous eyes, but that didn’t stop you. he just gripped your hips as you straddled him once more and pressed the remote into your hand.

you flicked it on.

chris shuddered, his hips immediately jerking up as the first wave of simulation rolled through him, and a quiet whimper left his throat.

“there we go,” you whispered, grinding down on him. “that’s more like it.” the simulator buzzed, causing his hips to twitch up. your free hand reached down slowly, moving your already soaked panties to the side before you lined him up to your entrance, sinking down onto him.

his whole body arched up. “f-fuck.” he groaned, hands trembling on your waist. “you’re—shit—tight.” you moaned at the stretch, the fullness, the pressure of him inside while his muscles jerked with every little pulse of the simulator. you started to bounce gently at first, watching as his head tipped back.

he didn’t last long.

you knew he wouldn’t.

between the pain and the way your walls fluttered around him, it was only minutes before he was gasping and thrusting his cock up into you desperately, spilling inside you with a stuttered cry. his hands tightened on your hips as his cock pulsed inside you—painting your walls white.

but you didn’t stop—you couldn’t.

you were close—so close. and even though his thighs trembled and his stomach twitched with overstimulation, you gripped his shoulders and bounced your hips faster. “w-wait—babe, babe—fuck—” he cried, his eyes rolling back into his head as you continued to move, using him to get yourself off now.

“mm-mm.” you moaned, your head falling to his shoulder. “need it baby, m’almost there.”

“shit—” he cried out again when the simulator pulsed again, and his hips bucked up involuntarily, thrusting up into you. he hissed, head tipping to try and look at where you were connected. “it hurts—fucking hurts—”

“good.” you whined, bouncing even faster. “it’s supposed to.” and his nails dug into your skin—his face was twisted in that pretty little mix of pleasure and pain—eyes squeezed shut now, jaw slack, whimpering curses as you clenched around him again and again.

“fuck—m’gonna cum.” you moaned, your clit rubbing against his pelvis just the right way every time your body slammed down on him. the band in your stomach growing tighter and tighter before it finally snapped. you came with a broken cry, your whole body shaking, head tossed back as your orgasm spilled over you. chris groaned as your walls milked him, already leaking out around his cock.

you finally collapsed against him, your chest heaving with every breath you took. the simulator still attached to his skin, sending waves after waves through him, causing tears to build at his waterline. chris whimpered, “please. please turn it off.”

you slowly turned your head to kiss his cheek and finally clicked it off, and he melted beneath you with a long, shivery exhale as the waves stopped. you leaned up and looked at him—the way his face was flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead, lips parted and swollen from his teeth biting into it.

“you okay?” you asked sweetly, and he nodded, letting his eyes flutter close as he tipped his head back. you smiled, reaching your hand up to caress his face before you tried to move yourself off him, but his arms tightens around you.

“don’t move—stay, please.” he whispered, holding your sweaty bodies to one another.

and who could deny him?

a/n : ik some of y’all are waiting for the stepbrother!matt and chris thing…trust it’s coming, it’s just a little lengthy

ik @mattybsgroupie has been waiting for this one

[bernardmatthews]

ᯓ⋆˚✿ stepbro!chris nsfw alphabet

ᯓ⋆˚✿ A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Chris wouldn't be caught dead being clingy or needy for your attention after sex. He becomes rather avoidant after, not wanting you to think that he's there for anything more than that.

However, when you really need it, he'll cuddle with you until the two of you fall asleep. Although he acts like it's the biggest inconvenience in the world, he does really like these moments - spooning you with his legs tangled in yours, your warm body pressing against his, and the rhythmic sound of your breath lulling him to sleep.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Chris' favorite body part of his own is his arms, more specifically his biceps. He loves wearing tank tops and cut off shirts around you to show them off.

His favorite body part of yours is your neck. He loves marking it up with his teeth and wrapping his fingers around it.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Chris loves cumming anywhere - your ass, your thighs, your tits, your stomach, in your mouth, but he especially loves cumming on and in your pussy - especially since you're on the pill, but his favorite place to cum is on your pretty face. He can't get enough of the way you look up at him, smiling after he finishes on your gorgeous features, his pearly white fluids glistening on your perfect skin.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ D - Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Chris occasionally steals your lingerie to jack off into, and he's been doing it since before the two of you ever did anything sexual together. He always washes it and puts it back after he's finished busting all over it while he pictures it draped over your body. You've never caught him or noticed any of it missing, so he's decided to keep it to himself.

You secretly wish you'd come home and stumble upon Chris jerking off. You love the idea of watching him bust all over his hand while you're peeping on him.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ E - Eating you out (how do they like to do it?)

Chris loves going down on you. He loves the way you taste, the way you squirm under his tongue, and the way you moan his name when he closes his lips down around your clit and sucks on it with the perfect pressure. He sees eating pussy as an art form, and he's always dying to creatively express himself through it.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Chris' favorite position is definitely doggystyle. He can't get enough of the way you arch your back when he pulls on your hair. He loves staring at your ass, watching it jiggle and slapping it hard, making you yelp and leaving behind red handprints on your plush skin. A close second favorite of his is when you're down on your knees with his cock tucked behind your plump lips.

For you, your favorite is missionary, or just any position that gives you the opportunity to gaze into his perfect blue eyes. There's something about the way Chris looks at you while he's choking you that makes you cum harder than any other position.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Chris will definitely crack a few dark jokes here and there, but despite this, his demeanor during sex is rather serious, and if you try to joke around with him in a way that he doesn't find witty or clever, it would definitely ruin the mood for him.

"Oh, y'think you're funny? Shut the fuck up and take my cock, ya little slut."

ᯓ⋆˚✿ H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Chris keeps it all natural, occasionally trimming when his hair gets out of control, but for the most part, he just leaves it be.

He prefers when you do the same, and he'll sometimes ask you to put off wax appointments because he just has a little bit of a thing for body hair.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Chris wouldn't use the word romantic to describe the way he has sex, but he is passionate.

You, however, have seen his romantic side. Despite how rough and unhinged Chris is when he's fucking you, there's something about the way he holds you, touches you, kisses you, and looks at you that you would describe as extremely romantic.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Chris loves jerking off when you're not home for him to use. He loves looking at nude pictures you've sent him and using your satin lingerie as fuel for his dirty fantasies he has about you.

He often finds himself in your shared bathroom, one hand gripping the edge of the counter and the other hand using your panties to jerk off as he stares down at his phone, eyes glued to the various pictures of your tits, your ass, and your pretty pussy. He loves running his thumb over his tip, and he can't help himself from moaning your name while he does this, pretending it's your mouth in place of his hand.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Chris has nearly every kink under the sun, but his big ones are when you call him daddy, when you cry and beg for him during sex, and when he fucks you so hard that you go dumb on his cock.

"Oh, Chris - I- F-fuck," you stumble over your words, struggling to get a coherent sentence out in between moans. "What's the matter, pretty girl? Did daddy fuck you so hard that it scrambled your brain?" He coos in response, relishing in how simple it is for you to forget your train of thought while he's railing you.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

Chris loves fucking you everywhere in the house. He loves fucking you over the arm of the couch, on the kitchen counter, on the dining room table - anywhere he can get his hands on you that's out in the open where your parents could walk in on you at any given moment.

When they're home, though, he likes to keep it just a bit more private - fucking you into your mattress or his, railing you in the shower, or bending you over the bathroom counter and making you look into his eyes in the mirror while he takes you from behind.

You prefer having sex with him in his car over all other places, mostly because he drives you out to the mountains or the forest. You can be as loud as you want, and the risk of the two of you getting caught there is much lower than if the two of you were home.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

What turns Chris on the most is your desperation. You begging for his tongue, his fingers, his cock, or begging him to let you finish is like music to his ears.

"P-please, Chris. So close. Can't take any more teasing," you insist, knuckles turning white as you grip the sheets beneath you, tears pricking the corners of your eyes and rolling down your cheeks as you wince in pleasure.

"So desperate for it, aren't ya?" He purrs, a smile curling on his lips as he takes in the sight. "That's it, pretty girl. Keep cryin' for me."

ᯓ⋆˚✿ N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Chris would never let you dominate him under normal circumstances. It would have to be a special occasion, or you'd have to blackmail him into it. Despite the fact that he's curious about it and secretly wants to see your dominant side, he'd never tell you that.

There are only two things you'd never do - anal and giving a footjob. (Chris has asked for both.)

ᯓ⋆˚✿ O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Chris loves giving you head. He's incredibly good at it, and he knows it. That's part of why he likes it to so much. He knows exactly how to flick his tongue in a way that makes you squeeze your thighs around his head and tug on his hair.

Even more than giving head, Chris loves receiving it. It's his favorite thing ever. Especially when he's in control. He loves looking into your teary-eyed expression while he's ramming his tip into the back of your throat over and over, his fingers threading themselves into your hair as he forces you to swallow more of him.

"Fuck. Such a good little slut for me. We both know you can take more, and we both know you're dyin' for it, aren't ya?"

ᯓ⋆˚✿ P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

The only time Chris is slow and sensual is when he's teasing the fuck out of you or edging you. At first, he's soft, his movements controlled and methodical, but once he builds to the hard, fast, and rough, he can't do anything else. Luckily for him, his relentless and unwavering pace is perfect for you.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Chris loves the quickies you guys have, considering that most of the time, you have to be quick about it, so the two of you don't get caught. However, you both appreciate it when you get to take your time and aren't in a rush.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Chris' motto is 'high risk, high reward.'

He'll try almost anything once, and the more adrenaline he gets from sex, the better. He especially loves having sex in risky places where the probability of being caught or walked in on is higher.

Along the lines of risky sex, he loves BDSM positions and practices that are dangerous if you don't know what you're doing. Thankfully, Chris does know what he's doing, and he'd never put your safety at risk, but he loves choking you until you pass out and hog tying you when you've misbehaved.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Chris can last for nearly an hour if he needs to, but he can also finish in under a few minutes. It depends on the situation and how long it takes you to finish first.

He can go multiple rounds, thanks to his high sex drive and all the time he spends playing basketball and working out. He'll fuck you as many times as you need, and he won't stop until you're shaking.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Chris doesn't own any toys of his own, but he does like using your toys on you. He knows which vibrator is your favorite, and he loves bringing it into the bedroom to tease you with it and heighten the experience.

The only thing Chris wouldn't be down with is you having a toy that's bigger than he is. He'd certainly take it as an insult.

"What? My eight inches isn't good enough for you? Greedy fuckin' girl." He definitely wouldn't let you keep it.

Good thing he doesn't know about your nine-inch suction cup dildo you have hiding in your drawer!... or does he?

ᯓ⋆˚✿ U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Chris is the ultimate tease. He always keeps you guessing about his next move. He loves bringing you right to the edge over and over again, and he's not opposed to just not letting you finish at all if he didn't like your attitude that day.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

If the two of you are trying to be quiet, Chris will definitely hold back a bit, keeping his noises to a minimum, just grunts here and there accompanied with a lot of low volume dirty talk.

However, if there's no reason to be quiet, he doesn't hold back. His sounds are loud, guttural, and almost animalistic. He'll growl, moan, and won't worry about the volume of his dirty talk.

You, on the other hand, have a hard time staying quiet regardless of the circumstances. Chris loves this because it gives him an excuse to clamp his hand down over your mouth when your parents are home. "C'mon, sis. You don't want your daddy hearin' your pretty pussy gettin' ruined, do you? Shhh. Stay quiet, then."

ᯓ⋆˚✿ W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Chris is incredibly jealous. If he even thinks you're looking at another man or another man is looking at you, he'll become possessive very quickly.

Typically, when Chris is in relationships or even just hooking up with a girl, he likes to let everyone around know that she belongs to him. Especially when he notices other men checking her out, he likes to establish dominance. He'll pull her close, kiss her, and wrap his arms around her waist, and it kills him that he can't do that with you.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Chris is packing, and he knows it. He loves it when you tell him it's too big or when it takes you a moment to adjust to his size.

"Too big, hmm?" He coos with a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face as he pushes it in just a bit deeper. "C'mon. We both know you can take it all."

ᯓ⋆˚✿ Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. Incredibly high. It really doesn't take much to turn him on. At any given moment, Chris is ready to go, and your sex drive is about the same.

ᯓ⋆˚✿ Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It doesn't take long for Chris to fall asleep after. Usually by the time he's done fucking you, he went so hard, so rough, and so fast that he's exhausted.

You, on the other hand, especially if Chris falls asleep in your bed, you'll spend a little while watching him sleep. Not in a creepy way, but more so in an endearing way. Chris has caught you a few times, drifting in and out of consciousness, his eyes fluttering open to catch yours studying his gorgeous facial features.

"What are you lookin' at, creep?" He's jokingly asked you before, but he actually does find it sweet that you like looking at him so much. It strokes his ego that you find him so attractive.

[bernardmatthews]

ೃ࿔*:･ Snow .ᐟ Reader x Matt

TEXTS — Matt loves your lips & kisses…

⚠︎ fluff, established relationship, “my girl,” mentions of kissing

au masterlist

A/N: AND THERE U GO O CANT MAKE A WIFE OUTTA A HOEE HOE !! Happy b day to @mysticfunbeard ✨ this is fur uuuuu!!!

With love and big tits, Rose 🌹

[bernardmatthews]

i’ve always wanted to see the eiffel tower (:

[bernardmatthews]

⌗ . . . YOU DON’T HATE ME

WARNINGS : STEP SIBLING TROPE. SMUT. DRY HUMPING. SPITTING KINK. BITING. LIGHT SLAPPING. TITTY SUCKING. KINDA MEAN!MATT. (pls tell me if i forgot anything).

god you hated him—hated the way he was so charming and perfect and so fucking hot.

your mom thought that this family trip would bring everyone together, but it really didn’t. you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to pick a fight with matt every chance you got, your arguing and bickering beginning to get on your moms nerves.

“can’t you two get along for one day?” she asked you mid argument, stopping whatever insult you were going to throw at him next. your head whipped in her direction, and you just crossed your arms. “well i would if he wasn’t such an ass all the time.” you snapped.

your mom glared at you, “language.” you quickly mumbled an apology. “you two go find something to do, and i want you guys to get along by the end of it.” both you and matt gave her matching glares of your own at her words.

“fine.” you grumbled, turning your back to matt as you walked off toward your shared room—which was the cherry on top of it all. you had to sleep in the same bed as his every night this trip. having to stop yourself from tracing lines along his chest while he slept—he was too tempting.

the air between you had always been…tense. ever since your parents got married, matt had made it his full-time job to pick on you—cold looks, snide comments, backhanded compliments. but he never left you alone. and no matter how much you claimed to hate him, part of you waited for the attention. craved it even. especially late at night, when the house was quiet and the only thing separating your bodies was the thinnest sheet imaginable.

matt didn’t follow you as you made your way to the room, deciding to peel off and go do his own thing, ignoring your mothers request to spend some time together. you didn’t see him again until later that night after everyone was already in bed—your pajamas were on and the blankets were pulled high over your body.

you weren’t asleep yet, you couldn’t be—not with matt’s body radiating with heat as he climbed under the blankets with you. you couldn’t help the way your body shuttered with how close he was to you.

“you’re taking up the whole damn bed.” matt muttered from behind you as if he knew you weren’t actually asleep, his voice irritated. you rolled your eyes, back still turned to him. “then sleep on the floor, tough guy.”

he laughed, and you could feel it down your spine. “right. like I’d let your bratty little ass win that easy.” and you shifted under the covers, accidentally moving to brush your bare leg against his. “watch it,” he snapped. you rolled your eyes, “you’re so dramatic,” you whispered under your breath.

he moved suddenly—rolling over, pressing his chest against your back, one heavy arm wrapping around your waist. your breath caught at the contact, your body wiggling slightly in his grasp.

“i swear to God.” he murmured, lips brushing your ear, “you just love to piss me off, don’t you? always doin’ shit to rile me up on purpose.” your thighs clenched at his words—he wasn’t wrong.

“and yet you love pretending you don’t like it.” you snipped back.

he hummed, his hand moving to slowly slip under your shirt without hesitation, fingers splaying across your stomach. your brain started to short circuit, whatever snarky words you had disappearing. his touch already having you go limp for him—he’s never touched you like this before. “you walk around in those tiny shorts all week,” he growled. “picking fights with me. you knew what you were doing.”

you gasped when he pulled your hips back against him—his hard cock grinding slowly into your ass. his hand moved up to your throat under your shirt, gently gripping, just enough pressure to make your eyes roll back—your body tingling. you could feel the way your panties became soaked, the fabric sticking to your wet folds.

“you’re not gonna say a word.” he whispered, biting your earlobe. “not unless you want mom to hear her perfect little girl fucking in the guest room.” you whimpered, his words making the heat between your legs more prominent as he began rocking into you, dry humping through the thin layers of clothes. his mouth came down to meet your shoulder—teeth scraping before he bit down—leaving a mark behind on your skin when he pulled away.

“matt.” you breathed heavily, your find already fogging. a sharp sudden slap to your thigh made you cry out softly, your body jerking.

“did I say you could talk?” he spat against your ear, letting his tongue run along the lobe before nipping it. you couldn’t help but to moan into the pillow, writhing as his hand slid to your chest and cupped one of your tits, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardened. slowly he shifted himself, grabbing you and moving you onto your back before slotting himself over you and between your legs.

his mouth followed soon after—tugging your shirt up, lips closing over your tit, tongue licking lazily at your nipple before he sucked hard. letting his teeth nip at your now sensitive bud—the pain making you moan. it was messy and obscene, and you never wanted it to stop.

when he pulled back, spit dripped from his mouth as he stared down at you. his hips began to grind down, rubbing against your clit through the fabric of your panties. you sucked in a sharp breath, your hands coming up to grip at his shirt.

matt smirked, letting a hand come up to grab your face. “c’mon, open up for me sweetheart. you can do that yeah?” he muttered. you obeyed, dazed, your lips parting.

slowly he spat into your mouth, letting the saliva drop into your mouth before he came down and connected his lips to yours. it was heated and desperate, your mouth opening wider to let him in as his teeth nipped your lips, making you bleed slightly.

when he pulled away, his eyes were dark—lust pooled in his orbs. “be a good girl and swallow it.” he demanded.

you did—your eyes locked on his the whole time. you were both breathing heavy now, his hand now tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you again, roughly.

“i hate you,” you breathed.

“yeah?” he mocked, rocking against you faster now, one hand gripping the flesh of your thigh. “let’s see how true that really is, cause i think this pussy says otherwise.”

a/n : ik this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but i had to (never written something like this before either). creds to whoever has created stepbrother!matt <3

[bernardmatthews]

｡˚ʚ Bubble .ᐟ Reader x Chris

TEXTS — Chris has a suggestion for your outfit…

⚠︎ fluff, established relationship, petnames

au masterlist

A/N: You can’t tell me Chris wouldn’t love this shit IRL.

With love and big tits, Rose 🌹