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MEOWWWWWWW

hi babyyyy whats candy and matt doing rn😛😛

haiii rory.

tuesday, 10:11 pm

pornstar!matt has candy in a sobbing mess inside his car. the two went out for a drive but once matt pulled into an empty lot, she needed him. they’re cramped up in there but he’s laying between her legs, chest to chest while he whispers filthy words into her ear.

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can one of my west coast angels pretty please lock in for me and get the walk on and walk off songs?? i need to go to sleep since i have to wake up early💔💔

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holy shit

guys i’m ngl im shitting BRICKS RN

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if anybody has any videos of the triplets walking off stage tonight in vegas, please send 😔

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what did they walk offstage to tonight 😔😔

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pls send asks about my au's!! & also some writing prompts for them! 🤍🤍

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i think about this several times a day.. i wanna shd so bad. thanks and goodnight x

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⋆˚࿔ just the tip ⟢

messing around with best friend’s boyfriend!chris.

you recently found yourself in chris’ car, parked underneath a dark hidden spot just a few blocks away from your friend's house. he laid between your parted legs, pressing soft, wet kisses onto your neck while you rolled your head back against the fogged up window— giving him even more freedom to attack your flesh.

it wasn’t supposed to be this way; sneaking around your friend’s back due to some drunken mistake at a party a few weeks ago, but the way he fucked you and whispered all these little sweet nothings, had you running back to him for more— and as fucked up as it sounds, he loved it.

“i wanna fuck you so bad, baby.” he whispered, rubbing his straining hard cock against your inner thigh, igniting a moan from your pink, swollen lips. “yeah? you want that too, huh?”

you whine, squirming in your uncomfortable position, wanting to feel the hard rough fabric of his jeans against your clothed soaking cunt. your hands creep underneath the cotton fabric of his hoodie, running your fingernails down his bare back in a taunting manner that sends a shiver through his spine.

“we can’t— they’ll know.” you breathe out, letting his rough calloused hands unbutton your top, groaning at the sight of your sheer lacy, purple bra. he slowly pulled the fabric down, chuckling deeply to himself once your tits spilled out, his tongue lightly tracing your perky nipple. “oh, fuck.”

“yeah?” he slyly smirks, closing his lips around the bud and fluttering his eyes shut, humming while he sucks your skin purple. you arch your back, your hands coming up to intertwine your fingers with his brown curls, tugging on his soft locks. “god, you’re so pretty.”

“please.” you beg, whining at the loss of his touch once he pulled away, slipping off his hoodie. he had no shirt under, the sight of his silver chain gleaming underneath the poor light pole made your pussy ache with need.

chris’ veiny hands drop to the metal pull of his zipper, dragging it down with a cocky grin as his gaze locked onto yours— a rebellious, hungry look in your eyes answering all his untold questions.

“just the tip?” he whispers, palming his dick over his blue briefs, hissing at how badly his cock hurt from all the pent up tension. he didn’t need a verbal answer from you, he already knew what you wanted from the way you tauntingly slipped your thong to the side— your wet, glistening cunt on full display for him.

“this why you wore a fuckin skirt, huh?” he scoffs, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of his drawers, his thick shaft springing out, tossing his head back while his hand tightly grips the base of his cock. “mm, baby.”

he lazily drags his cockhead up and down your sloppy folds, humming at the sound of your soft moan, rolling his head back at the feeling of your tight hole stretching around his mushroom tip.

“y’feel so good, babe— fuck.” he grunts, hovering over you to catch your lips in a sloppy, breathless kiss, panting against them. “m’not even all the way in— shit, baby, i need more.”

© 𝗆𝖺���𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ wrote this a month ago 😓 very much feeling like going on a hiatus

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thank u for the tag!!! 🤍🤍

animal : hobby : tattoo : celebrity crush

- 💌 no pressure tags: @mattsstarlet @mattscoquette @delilahsturniolo @cvnntagious @y3sterdaysproblem

TAG GAME!!

First pin that shows up on your Pinterest when you search: animal, hobby, tattoo, and celebrity crush

ur turn 😛

@ilovealiceosemann @luvleyangeldust @starrii-sturns @billiesbby @slvt4chrissturniolo @st0nerlesb0 @chrxsprettygirl @bluestriips

ANYONE CAN JOIN!!!

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hellur my live ended before the song started playing someone pls lmk what they walked offstage to in montana tonight!!!

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chris makes me giggle like i love him so bad hes so cutie pie

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⤷ 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨 𝙬 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙩 14

⤷ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘧𝘸𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⊹₊⟡⋆

a/n: heard yall loud and clear

toxic!fwb!chris masterlist

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wait could i get copyrighted and sued by the triplets for this...

if i sold sturniolo stickers on etsy who would buy?? im not talking of their faces i mean like fresh love, spacecamp, lest trip, and whatever matts personal project is whenever it comes out

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if i sold sturniolo stickers on etsy who would buy?? im not talking of their faces i mean like fresh love, spacecamp, lest trip, and whatever matts personal project is whenever it comes out

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random professor!chris

reader is 18+ based off this 2nd prompt

꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ

his room smelled like laundry detergent and clean wood.

the same pen you’d used to take notes that afternoon now sat forgotten on his desk, right next to a cold glass of water and the copy of your mock exam he’d printed out as an alibi. the text thread with your mom was still open on your phone—“

yes ma, he’s going over the practice test with me, it’s not weird lol”

—and it was technically true.

you’d gone over it.

but the second the door clicked shut behind you, your backpack hit the floor, chris’ whole demeanor changed. not teacher-mode anymore. no careful voice, no distant tone. no authority. just him. jaw tight. eyes hungry. hand already creeping around the back of your neck before you could ask what part of the exam you were starting with.

now you were on your back in his bed, legs shaking, eyes wide open and unseeing, head pressed into his pillow that still smelled like him. and he was in you. not gently. not slowly. like he’d been holding this in for months and something finally cracked.

“told her you were falling behind,” he growled against your throat, teeth grazing your skin as his hips slammed into yours, sheets twisting under your back. “told her you needed help focusing.”

you choked on a gasp, mouth falling open around a moan that turned to a sob halfway through. “nnghh—f-fuck, chris—”

he didn’t stop.

his hands spread your thighs open as he fucked into you, every thrust hitting that spot so deep you couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t remember what he’d even been supposed to tutor you on. the headboard rattled against the wall, rhythm steady, relentless, unbothered by the slick sound of your cunt taking him over and over and over.

“you focusin’ now, baby?” he said, voice wrecked and low. “huh? this helping?”

your answer was nothing but breathy moans and a barely coherent words, “y-yes—fuck, yes please—”

“was she suspicious?” he asked next, like he wasn’t balls-deep inside you, like he wasn’t fucking you hard enough to make the bed creak. “your mom?”

“no—ahhhhn—said—she said you sounded p-professional—”

he laughed, sharp and smug, fingers digging into your waist as he leaned in, cock grinding deeper.

“professional, huh? is this professional?”

you tried to shake your head but he kissed you before you could answer, tongue licking into your mouth, tasting every moan, swallowing every cry. the kiss broke only when he pulled out suddenly, and your body arched in protest, a raw whimper leaving your throat.

he flipped you over. didn’t ask. didn’t warn. just manhandled you onto your stomach, yanked your hips up, and pushed back in with a single, brutal stroke.

you screamed into his sheets.

his tie brushed the middle of your back as he fucked you from behind, still dressed from the waist up.“gonna fill you up,” he grunted, voice shaky now, that rough edge starting to fray. “gonna fuck you so full you leak all over my sheets—shit—baby, you like being my little secret, don’t you?”

you nodded, desperate, face buried in the pillow, fingers curled tight around his comforter. “y-yes—yes—i want it—chris please, please i want—”

he slapped your ass, the sound sharp and obscene. “then take it.”

and you did.again.

and again.

and again.

꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤ

lab data:just gonna drop this and✌🏾

professors au credit to @sweetshuga she has a professor/lecturermatt au you should definitely check out

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who wants new bots today??

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haiii my song recognition isnt working so does anybody have an insta i can send the video to that can find out the song for me? 🥹🥹