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[eph3merall]

＃┆smile for the camera 〟 fuckboy matt sturniolo

the party was loud, humid with bodies pressed too close, but matt didn’t care about any of it. not when he had you — the campus darling, all pink gloss and teasing smiles — dragging him toward the back hallway where someone had set up a vintage photo booth for kicks.

you tugged the curtain closed with a giggle, sinking into the tiny bench beside him, your bare thigh brushing his. “smile,” you whispered, reaching up to press the first photo button, but matt wasn’t interested in smiling.

he leaned in, lips brushing her jaw, one hand sliding boldly up your thigh. “bet this little skirt’s just for show, huh?” he murmured against your skin, fingers already creeping higher beneath the fabric. you gasped softly, biting down on the noise when his fingers found the edge of your panties and didn’t stop.

the camera flashed; a still of you wide eyed and flushed, his mouth right at your ear.

“you want me to stop?” he asked, voice low, almost sweet, but his fingers were already hooked under the waistband of your panties, knuckles grazing the heat beneath them.

you didn’t answer, just shifted in silent approval, spreading your legs a little wider.

another flash.

his free hand was gripping your jaw now, tilting your face toward his as he smirked. “you’re s’wet already. thought everyone said you were a patient girl.”

you practically panted against his mouth, hips lifting off the seat as his fingers started to move. they were slow at first, teasing. then deeper, rougher. your mascara was smudging by the time the third flash went off.

“keep looking pretty for the camera,” he whispered, thumb circling in tight, cruel little motions that made you writhe in his lap. “let ‘em see how the campus princess falls apart.”

and you did. right there in the cramped, stuffy booth, with your skirt hiked up and matt’s name slipping from your lips like a dirty secret.

a/n. idk what prompted me to make this, but it’s hottt, like, i need it

[eph3merall]

star you did it again mhmm

“ double the fun ! “

pairings: chris sturniolo x fem!reader x matt sturniolo

warnings: smut, fingering, oral and simulated oral [ f rec and deepthroating a dildo ] use of sex toys [ dildos ], double penetration [ vaginal and anal ], slight dirty talk, praise praise praise, CONSENT IS HOT BTW, squirting, grown men creaming their pants, absolutely no incest, mentions of the threesome happening again.

ib: @bernardsbendystraws and a sneak peek of a fic that i read by @strnilolover

you always had a very open and honest friendship with matt and chris, one where shame and embarrassment ceased to exist. if they wanted to tell you about how wet the girls they slept with were, so be it. you told them same or you told them about how big a guy that you slept with’s dick was or how a girl had an ejaculating strap-on. you three weren’t necessarily hyper-sexual, but you often found yourselves talking about your hook-ups. or your kinks and fantasies.

which is how you go onto the topic of threesomes. matt had started talking about he once slept with a girl and her best friend. he claimed “best night of my life.” and chris followed it up by talking about the night he got head from the girl he was seeing at the time while her best friend watched and got herself on the bed. they had asked if you ever had a threesome, to which you sadly told them you haven’t.

they were shocked as you were the more outgoing and adventurous one when it came to sex and enjoying hook-ups while being single. but the longer the conversation went on, the more they learned that having a threesome and being double penetrated was something you thought about, a lot. after a pregnant pause, chris and matt shared a look, one that read like they were having a silent conversation.

soon after, the air in the room shifted. and the vibe between the three of you became charged, even more so with a simple sentence.

“if you’re comfortable, we could make that happen.” chris hums, his fingers absentmindedly twirling and gently twisting the ends of your hair.

“are you sure? it’d be weird for two brothers to fuck the same girl at the same time, would it not?” you question, not wanting to put them in a compromising situation, despite wanting to mess around with them both. despite the constant playful flirting and touching between the three of you, you had never done anything with either of them.

“well we wouldn’t touch, like at all-“ chris starts, but matt’s quick to cut him off

“or we could use your dildos on you. one in each hole. that way it fulfills your fantasy, and stops the possibility of something disgusting and illegal from happening.” matt suggests, his voice thick with desire but the firmness in which he speaks implies a certain level of assurance that everything is consensual, legal, and comfortable.

“if you don’t want to, you absolutely do not have to. we just want to help you fulfill something you seem enjoy thinking about.” chris replies, his gaze flicking to your thighs as they clench tighter, the thought of chris and matt using your toys on you had your mind running wild and your hole clenching around nothing but air.

it takes you a few seconds to find your voice and talk clearly without your words being coated in absolute desperation, but with a confident nod, you speak

“let’s do it.”

and within seconds of you consenting, your two favourite people are touching you so softly and gently but their ministrations come with such a deep, primal need to make you feel good. and their touch is skilled, calculated, and it has your skin on fire, and you’re squirming and they haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.

the shift from the living room to your bedroom is a complete blur of stumbles, quiet praise, and pauses to share soft kisses on warm throats every few seconds. before you know it, you’re on your back, sprawled out against your deep red sheets, your clothes are strewn across all corner of your room, and your skin is slick with sweat. matt’s mouth is on your cunt like a man starved, and chris’ fingers are slick with spit, your arousal, and the lube you keep on your nightstand and they’re gently but diligently working in and out of your second hole, stretching you in a way you’ve never felt, working you open so that you’ll take a dildo with minimal pain, and you feel like you’re floating.

every suck, slurp, poke and prod strikes a nerve ending and you’re torn between arching away from the intensity of it all or keening deeper into every movement and touch. your orgasm is washing over you within minutes with a high pitched mewl, and your sounds has their cocks twitching behind denim and fleece.

you’re given a few moments to come back down to earth and they reach for your side table, each picking a toy they want to use on you. matt opting for an unnaturally vibrant pink dildo in a size that he finds shockingly reminiscent of his own albeit a tiny bit thicker than his own cock. chris chose the relatively flesh colour dildo you owned, standard length and thickness, as so not to overwhelm when pushing it into your ass.

chris taps the silicone mushroom head against your lips, smirking cruelly as you open without any disobedience, watching in quiet admiration as your bitten and swollen lips wrap around it, your spit beginning to bubble at the corners of your mouth the farther the cock bullies it way down your throat. the girth of it had splitting your mouth completely open, and god it felt amazing.

“you were made to suck cock, baby. you look so pretty like this.” matt’s filthy praise has your eyes glazing over as chris begins to fuck your mouth with the fake cock as the bulbous head of the toy matt held catches your clit just right as he slides it up and down your core. you can feel yourself leaking, a puddle of warmth and wetness growing beneath you, and matt is so entranced by how wet you are, debating to keep teasing you until you cum just from sucking a dildo and gentle touches from another one. but a part of him, the biggest part of his desire needs to watch your puffy, slick folds be completely split by the toy in his hand.

without wanting, he pushes the cock inside you in one, long seemingly endless thrust. the sheer pressure of being filled so unexpectedly has you gagging gently around the length in your throat and your cunt clenching so tightly around the silicone that you swear you could shape to the form of your warms.

“jesus christ sweetheart, your pretty hole is suckin’ the toy right in and she doesn’t wanna let go, does she?” matt coos, his voice trembling as if he was about two seconds away from finishing in his jeans. chris whistles lowly as he watches the end of dildo bounce and bob slightly as you repeatedly clench around it, and he’s quick to gently pull the one from your mouth, biting back a whine at the string of spit connecting your tongue to the head of the fake cock.

matt watches the sight a poorly masked attraction, and he gently thumbs your clit while letting the dildo fill you as chris shifts your thighs and lower half into the mating position before pressing the head of the toy against your rim, murmuring soft praises in your ear as he starts pushing it in.

when chris pushes the dildo in fully, letting it rest so you could adjust to the stretch and feeling, you’re completely gone, surrendering yourself to the pleasure and relinquishing your control and trust to them. too full to even think about speaking, all that can be heard is low mewls and whines, egging the two men on.

“you ready baby? the real fun is about to start.” chris growls, gripping the suction cup end of the dildo and thrusting it and out of your asshole relentlessly, angling it slightly and the shift it creates as matt beginning thrusting the other one in and out of your cunt, has you gasping for breath.

your fingers are twisting your sheets as the two cocks bully your insides, and you feel like your organs having just rolled into one continuous stream. your eyes feels like they’re permanently rolled into the back of your head, and a perpetual string of moans leaves your throat raw.

“you’re takin’ us so well sweetheart, doin’ so good for me n’ chris huh?” matt purrs, his praise falling on partially deaf ears, but his fingers tracing gentle shapes on your skin grounds you. chris’ touch is a little more firm, a little rougher, and little more bruising but in the most delicious way. you feel like you can’t get enough.

but the second chris moves his hand, pressing on your lower abdomen at the same time matt leans down and starts sucking on your clit again, you feel like all the air has been punched out of your body, and you’re squealing as the coil snaps in your tummy, this time a lot more intense than before. and it feels like you’re about to pee as you let your climax take over, however the loud, squelching gush that splashes against their forearms and your sheets has your eyes snapping open.

the room and air stand completely still, you’re still stuffed completely to the brim and all that can be heard is laboured breathing. you allow your mind to reconnect with your body as chris groans loud, and matt nearly whines at the sight.

“holy shit y/n, you just squirted.” matt scoffs, in utter disbelief at the fact the first girl he made squirt was his best friend. and you cant help but chuckle,

“i guess i should’ve told you that before i start, i tend to squirt.”

“we need to make that happen, again. and next time, i want to be all over my cock, not some fake plastic shit.” chris grunts, gently pulling the toy out of your ass, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead as you whine in discomfort while matt does the same.

matt takes both dildos to the bathroom across the hall, rinsing them off and letting them sit in the sink while he brings back a warm cloth, cooing at you as whine in discomfort again at the sheer sensitivity wracking your body.

“you did so good for us sweetheart, i’m glad you trusted us enough to do that.” matt whispers, crawling beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders while chris’ arm drapes across your waist.

“what about you guys? neither of you finished.” you pout, weakly reaching for matt’s belt, but his hand grips yours firmly, stopping you as he sheepishly smiles.

“yes we did.”

“and don’t worry baby, next time, we’ll finish again and again. because there’s no way that isn’t happening again, unless of course you say no.” chris chuckles, watching as you roll your eyes and laugh softly, curling into a ball between, sleep consuming the three of you quiet quickly.

STARS CORNER ….hehe hi?

[eph3merall]

hi ill post soon when i get new prompt ideas love all u angels

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this is so cool omg . also wtf thank you for the tag sol i love you <3

rules: take the last 5 songs you've listened to and make a poll where people vote which song is most your vibe

tags ;; none for tonight </3 plspls join if you would like this is so cool

tagged by @ellecdc ily angel 🤍🤍

rules: take the last 5 songs you've listened to and make a poll where people vote which song is most your vibe

tags! ✉️ @sunskisser @bradshawed @oncasette @inkdrinkerworld @hufflezki @cosmicamor @wolvisms @phefics @moonstruckme @cosmal @amorchai

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chapter 0.01: feels like we’re meeting for the first time | series masterlist

summary: in which you receive some not so good news about your roommate situation upon preparing for your last year of university. however your mom thinks there’s a silver lining hidden beneath it when you see who you’re living with for the year.

pairings: ex boyfriend!chris sturniolo x ex girlfriend!reader [ eventually ] and oc boyfriend x female!reader

warnings: swearing, angst. that’s about it.

word count: 2.8k

dedications: thank you to @strnilolover, @endereies, @bernardsbendystraws, and @luvs4matt for proofing this.

dividers: @strnilolover as always.

finishing your university degree in journalism has been your dream since you were sixteen and you just successfully published a thorough review blog of every movie that released that year.

completing your degree was the first time that you truly believed you were capable of doing something right. of potentially making a name for yourself. you felt like you had actually succeeded in life. realizing this was like feeling something close to utter bliss for the first time.

you’ve always felt a very strong passion for studying movies and writing about them, including your opinions and thoughts while also remaining unbiased, allowing your followers and readers to form their own thoughts. during your senior year, you had been received early acceptance into your first choice school and you couldn’t be happier.

when you first walked into the university, you were at a loss for words. you had finally started the path you had always dreamed of taking, but you were alone, and it scared you. your mom had been so willing to walk you to your first class, and you about two seconds from letting her. but you knew this was a step you had to take on your own. for the first time in eighteen years, you were truly doing things by yourself.

your mom had been by your side from the moment she had you at seventeen and your dad walked out of the delivery room. she would’ve moved into your dorm if you had let her, and if it wasn’t technically a crime, both literally and socially.

and as you maneuvered your way through the seemingly endless and winding halls of university, you bumped into someone. as you were about to start spewing nervously apologetic ramblings, you looked up to see who you had collided with, only to meet the prettiest eyes you had ever seen. he was quick to take the blame, saying he was too focused on trying to remember where he was supposed to go while your words died in your throat.

he asked you where you meant to go, teasing you about how looked like a lost puppy, and after showing him your schedule, he walked you to the room you had passed by twice already, he smiled and told you his name before realizing how late he was, before turning around and walking away without getting your name.

there was something about him that drew you in, despite him looking like a walking advertisement for the school’s fraternity. however after a few more run-ins, he finally asked for your name and number, and promised to make good use of it.

you and chris had gotten together shortly before spring break after spending months of tiptoeing the line of friends and something more. while getting to know each other, you found out you were both from boston, only about an hour drive from one another, and you were pleasantly surprised to find out that he was actually quite a kind and gentle person, nothing like his frat brothers for the most part. sure there were times that he was a bit of an asshole during the talking stage of your relationship, but after a serious conversation, you had learned that he wasn’t good with letting people in at first. you learned how deeply it scared him.

out of everyone in your family that met chris, your mom was the most skeptical of him at first. partly due to her annoyingly unwavering habit of judging people based off their appearance and the way they present themselves, and partly because she wasn’t ready to let go of you completely. but with the way chris looked like the poster child for every stereotype you could think of when looking at a frat boy, your mom was scared you were going to get hurt. but within a week of meeting him, she trusted him to take care of you, her baby, her pride and joy, and she knew how deeply he loved you. and so, she gave him her blessing.

and over time, you were able to help chris unlearn every negative or toxic belief he had about relationships. when he was with you, he learned that love didn’t need to be a game, and you learned that love was so much more than an obligation. you taught each other something so precious and gentle, something that many couples took years to find and learn. you were stable and healthy and utterly in love with one another. that’s why it shocked everyone around when the two of you broke up after four years together.

there was no big dramatic moment where it all came crumbling down, no fight that was blown out of proportion. it was a soft conversation hidden in the back of a cafe on a sunny mid-winter day, the two of you had gotten so busy, his hockey practices and games had started to really pick up, and he so was focused on being scouted, and your journalism course had landed you an internship with a media company and you were out running interviews and exposes day and night. the two of you felt like you didn’t have time for one another anymore, and it crushed both of you, but you decided that taking a break, breaking up, splitting, however you wanna spin it, was for the best.

when you returned home at the end of the year, you were ninety percent sure your mom was more heartbroken over the break up than you were. of course you were devastated, but you knew it had to happen for the time being. you loved chris with everything in you, and you were quite certain that you always would, but the two of you were growing in separate directions, which meant you had to love him from afar.

as you get ready to leave for your last year of university, you’re now twenty four, you just completed your bachelor’s degree in media journalism, and now you were finishing your last year of your film and media degree. as you start packing up for the last time, it hits you that you’re going on your sixth year of schooling, and it’s an exciting realization that’s been tainted by something melancholic and nostalgically heartbreaking. you’ve spent so much your time away at school, it’s become your second home.

you were counting on getting either a single dorm-room or a shared one with one roommate, or even at the very least shared dorm housing with a group of girls. but as you read the email about your housing situation, it dawns on you that that you completely let the deadline for securing a single dorm slip your mind.

sure, when applying for dorming, you clicked co-ed at the very last second because there was no way you afford to rent an apartment while also paying tuition. but even as you clicked send after choosing co-ed as your last option, you had been a little too confident in thinking that you’d never get placed in one.

you tried to barter with the lady who was head of dorm admissions, hoping to someway, somehow land a non-co-ed dorm, but as she reprimanded you, you could tell she was exhausted after having dealt with enough entitled brats throwing money around to get the dorm they want, and with that, she sent you your dorm number and ended the conversation. you let out a loud grunt of annoyance, making your mom chuckle as she steps into your room.

“what’s got you all pissed off?” she hums, not so sneakily sifting through your clothes, hoping to find something she can claim as your own.

“i got stuck in a lame ass co-ed dorm this year, which is whatever in itself, but i don’t wanna be cooped up with some weirdo gamer nerd that doesn’t know how to speak to people. and maybe that’s pretentious of me, but i want my last roommate to be a good one.” you grumble, venting away your frustrations while snatching the red halted top you had just bought yourself out of your mom’s hands, side-eying her as she pouts.

“well i don’t know but i think you should try to find the positive in it all. there are a lot of people who go to your university, you could make a new friend or maybe your roommate will be an old face that you haven’t seen in a while, maybe a certain ex-boyfriend of yours?” she laughs and teases, making the hair on the back of your neck stand tall at the idea of rooming with chris.

“yeah no, if that happens i’m moving in with aidan, you know, my boyfriend of six months.” you sneer, tired of your mom constantly pushing for you and chris to somehow reconnect, despite the fact that you haven’t talked in almost two years. with a heavy sigh, you turn to completely face your mother, a frown tugging at your lips,

“i know you loved and adored chris, i still love him and i always will but we broke up for a reason, mom. things weren’t working and we were way too busy to focus on our relationship. and we haven’t seen each other since the break up, i think that’s a pretty good sign that we’re not meant to reconnect. i’m with aidan, and he makes me happy. sure he’s nothing like chris and he’s a lot like dad and the life you didn’t want to be apart of, but he’s good to me. he’s kind and caring and insanely smart, give him a chance? please.” you speak, your voice trembling but certain with every mention of chris and what you felt for him.

“are you trying to convince me to give aidan a chance, or yourself? because you don’t seem so sure about him, but you seem quite sure of your feelings for chris.” your mom fires back, her response only further upsetting you as you push by her, needing some room to breathe.

for a while you wander around your neighbourhood, taking every back alley and hidden path, hoping to clear the bad mood and anxious thoughts from your mind, but your walk is interrupted by your phone going off, you begrudgingly assume it’s a text from your mom or aidan, but a part, a tiny part of you that’s locked away in the depths of your mind silently, secretly, and oh so desperately hopes it’s chris, but the rational part of you knows it’s not. and every time you find yourself wishing he’d reach out, the guilt is immediate. it’s raw and violent and it tears you apart from the inside out.

you really do like aidan and you enjoy being with him, but chris was the first guy that you ever genuinely loved, he was your first true relationship. he wasn’t just some confusing situationship that left you awake in bed and wondering why every night. he made you feel safe, secure, and loved every second he could. aidan was good to you, he was kind and funny, but it was all still so new. and you felt like things were rushed with him at times.

he came from a wealthy family that was all about settling down as young as they could and with aidan being the youngest of his four siblings he felt as though he was behind compared to them. so in an attempt to meet their standards, he was pushing for something serious and long lasting with you, despite only having started dating you less than a year ago. you wanted to stay with him, but at times you weren’t sure if the relationship was really meant for you.

with a dejected sigh, you pulled out your phone to see that your friends from university had texted their dorm room numbers in the groupchat, and you found that you were all in the same building, mainly different floors but close to one another nonetheless.

you replied with your dorm number “245 B” and you were met with various replies, a few of them mentioning chris and how they heard from matt that he was in the same building, which made you nervous, sad, and sort of excited. but you brushed it off, deciding to text aidan, knowing he was coming back from his weekly golfing trip with his family within the hour, asking if he wanted to go for dinner tonight.

you were to brush off your mom as you returned home, not wanting to face another conversation about whether it should be chris or aidan. climbing the steps to your room, you rummaged through your boxes, wanting to find the exact dress you knew aidan liked, groaning when you realize that you left it with tessa after you met up with her in somerville. you may have worn in hopes that you’d run into chris, but thanks to whatever bullshit karmic injustice was planted on you, you didn’t see him.

but as you start searching through more boxes, trying to find a specific outfit that would be suitable for the date, you decided that you were going to focus on aidan and that you were going to move on from chris completely.

as the last few weeks of your summer break went by, despite your decision to focus on your current relationship, you found yourself more and more wrapped up in your head, wondering if you and aidan truly had what it takes to make it together. you wanted to make it work, partly to prove that you were capable of loving someone other than chris, which made you feel guilty that you were using your new relationship as some sort of selfish method to prove something to your ex, but also partly because there truly was something about aidan that had you hooked, and you didn’t want to give up before the honeymoon phase was over.

you knew you had some things to sort out within yourself, you had a lot issues with overthinking and the lack of closure when it came to your relationship with chris didn’t make the constant onslaught of overwhelming thoughts any easier. you considered reaching out to chris to figure out how to get that closure that you both deserved so, so many times but you didn’t know how to do that without putting yourself in a compromising situation.

aidan, as sweet and patient as he could be, also felt a bit wary about chris in general. aidan understood there was some lingering feelings and issues, and it worried him, however he genuinely trusted you. which made you terrified to let him down, to betray the faith he holds so highly in you.

the drive back to school was nothing short of easy. mind numbingly easy. you had done it a thousand times over at point, and you could probably make it with your eyes closed, safety and danger hazards aside. pulling up to the university for the last time felt bittersweet, you were excited to finish this chapter and start the next one at the end of the school year, but you found yourself in this building, you learned so much about yourself and the world around you, you met so many people that you weren’t ready to say goodbye to.

and you know you’re getting ahead of yourself as you think about the end of your time here, but you can’t help it. when a person spends so much of their time in one place, there’s a certain fondness and nostalgia that makes it hard to think about leaving.

with a nervous huff of breath, you grab a duffel bag and head to the admissions office to grab your dorm key and name plate to stick on the door. while you’re there, you make a point to apologize to the lady for coming off as a pretentious asshole earlier in the summer when you received your email, letting her know that you didn’t mean to act that way, you were just nervous about getting a roommate you don’t know. she smiled warmly and accepted the apology and sent you on your way.

you walk to your dorm was full of numerous busy hallways crowded emotional moms sending their children off for the first time, exasperated dads carrying heavy boxes and rolling their eyes at their wives, and embarrassed young adults, but you couldn’t help yourself as you laugh under your breath at the sight of it all.

before you knew it, you were standing in front of your dorm. the door was slightly ajar, which could really only mean that your roommate was already here. with a few quick deep breaths, you push it open and call out into the relatively empty space, a slightly familiar scent and smoke, expensive cologne, and something sugary catching you off guard when you start to look around.

but as you turn to face the sound of footsteps, you’re stuck looking into the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, the same ones you fell in love with at eighteen, and your breath catches in your throat as he looks at you, really looks at you.

“holy shit, y/n-“ he rasps, his voice trembling with shock and something indiscernible underneath, “why are you here?”

“i think i’m your roommate, chris.”

STARS CORNER not the mom predicting the future what???

thank you to @strnilolover for helping out the time i was writing this + thank u for making my dividers as always, i love u :(

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oh oops . it was a lil late LMFAO

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to do list

smut, voice message format, dumbification, dilf!matt, spanking, degradation

ib: this delicious blurb by @phone4pills

word count - 500ish

“you have one new voice message, please press 1 to listen”

“message received at 10:19 pm on Monday the 16th of June 2025”

[wet slaps echo in the background. his voice is low and smug, breathless but controlled]

“Hey. Just leaving this now… since you’ll be too dumb to think straight after.”

[grunts, sharp slap, high whimper]

“God, listen to yourself. So fucking loud. What if the kids wake up, huh? Can’t even shut up with my cock in you. Didn’t like being told to shut up, remember? But look how good you’re taking it now.”

[he laughs, rough and mocking. you moan again, choked off when his hand closes around your throat.]

“Anyway. To-do list for tomorrow.” 

[another slap.]

“One: pack their lunches — properly this time. Not just chips and yogurt, sweetheart.”

[a muffled “yes, daddy” can be heard]

“Two: laundry. And if I find my shirt still dirty, you’re getting bent over the dryer next.”

[another thrust. you cry out softly. the audio crackles like the phone’s being jostled.]

“Three: pick up more milk. And four…” 

[a slick squelch, her gasping]

“Fuck, you're soaking. Look at the mess you're making.”

[the thrusts slow, Matt's voice dropping to a whisper.]

“When they nap, you’re gonna come find me. No panties. Something short, something that rides up every time you bend over, like my slut.”

[you moan again, breath ragged, almost crying.]

“You act so innocent when they’re around, but look at you now. Bent over, drooling on my fucking floor, begging for it. Think you’re fooling anyone?”

“P-please… I—”

“Oh, now you wanna beg?” 

[laughs under his breath.] 

“You should see yourself. Mascara everywhere, mouth open, clenching around me like a whore.”

[he growls, pace quickening, thrusts louder. you sob his name between moans.]

“Number five: mop the bathroom. You made a mess on the floor. Dripping all over like a bitch in heat. Pathetic.”

“Can’t… think—”

“Didn’t ask you to. Just do what you’re told, yeah?” 

[slaps your ass again.]

“You don’t get to have a brain when I’m inside you. Just a tight little hole and a to-do list.”

[the sounds escalate — sharper, wetter, filthier — until his voice falters slightly. you cry out beneath him as he buries himself deep one last time.]

“Mmm. There it is. Gonna fill you up, make you leak through that pretty dress all day tomorrow.”

[the recording crackles, quieter now. you hear his hand slide down your back, a lazy smack to your thigh.]

“Alright. That’s all. Oh almost forgot – last thing.

“If you don’t have everything done by dinner, I’m fucking you over the kitchen counter next time. And I won’t be nearly this nice.”

“…oh and if you save this message, you better play it on repeat while you're cleaning up. Maybe touch yourself a little. But don’t you fucking cum. I’ll know if you do.”

[click]

“you have reached the end of your messages. to delete, press seven. to save, press nine.”

[dial tone]

[silence]

dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more ꨄ

a/n: daddy

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[eph3merall]

the seven ... at the end .... not funny star :(

“hello, you’ve reached the voicemail of y/n l/n. please leave a message and i’ll get back to you.”

paring: loser!matt and academic weapon!reader

ib: @kiemiu

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friday, may 9th 2025, sent at 1:03 AM; duration: 1:02.

“hey fidget.”

he drags out the nickname as his drunken voice fills the call, his giggles following as chris makes a face at his brother. the two brother talk, their conversation illegible before matt remembers he’s on call,

“i know you’re sleepin’ but i’m out with chris at some fuckin’ bar right now, but i found a bunch of bottle caps and shit, and i think they’d be perfect for the typewriter i’m building. okay bye love you.”

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tuesday, may 13th 2025, sent at 9:17 PM; duration 2:26.

“y/n, i know you’re upset with me, i understand that, but did you really have to lock me out of the apartment? when chris took me to that party, i seriously didn’t know lainey was going to be there. i wouldn’t have gone if i knew.”

a thick silence fills the call, the only audible noises that follow are a watery hitch in matt’s breathing and the passing of cars in the distance. after a heavy pregnant pause passes, he sighs, struggling to compose himself.

“i know i fucked up by not telling you as soon as i got home, but nothing happened. i said maybe three words to her and they were “leave me alone.” i love you fidge, even when you’re mad at me. i’ll stay at chris’ until you’re ready to talk things out. just please don’t give up on us, okay?”

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friday, may 16th, sent at 8:25 AM; duration 0:16.

“i know you’re still upset with me, and i get that, but i miss you fidge….”

a soft sigh fills the silence of the voicemail, before his voice, quiet as ever picks back up.

“like a lot. please call me back soon.”

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wednesday, may 21st, sent at 8:46 AM, duration 0:36.

“hi fidget, i know you’re in class but i just wanted to say that i love you and i bought a case of redbull for you, it’s in the fridge. i’ll be at chris’ helpin’ fix somethin’ when you get home, but lunch is also in the fridge. have a good day!”

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friday, may 23rd, sent at 8:46 AM, duration 0:20.

“hey so i’m really fuckin’ high right now and i need you to come get me, okay bye i love you.”

the last eight seconds of the call are filled with matt muttering and chuckling to himself as he struggles to end the call.

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thursday, june 12th, sent at 2:37 AM, duration 4:57.

“hey y/n, i don’t know if you’ll get this or if you’ll even listen to it, but i just wanted to check in. i haven’t heard from you in almost two weeks. and to be honest, it’s fucking killing me. i know what i said about you smothering me wasn’t fair. i know everything i said that night wasn’t okay. i-“

a dejected sigh falls from matt’s lips as he stares at the ground, and the way he struggles to find the words makes everything seem real. and he hates that. more than anything

“i regret it all, fidge. i don’t know why i lashed out at you. i don’t know why i told chris that i needed to leave before i did something reckless. i don’t know why i felt the way i did. i’m not used to people loving me the way you have for nearly a year. i’m not used to someone wanting to stay. to them seeing the worst parts of me and loving them without a second thought.”

quiet, but still noticeable sniffles sound from the other end of the call, and matt goes to speak again but the words die in his throat as a soft cry rips through him.

“i know i don’t deserve another chance, but jesus christ fidget, you’re the only person i wanna come home to. i love you, and i know i need to do better. please call me back when you’re ready. if you’ll ever be ready again. i miss you, i’m sorry.”

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STAR’S CORNER my take on the voicemails trend that recently went around!

[eph3merall]

oh also ill try to write soon because i have a bunch of angst ideas cooking up in my drafts

[eph3merall]

proper pride month post because im not currently busy !

i was pretty young when i realized i was into more than just boys. my first girlfriend was when i was thirteen or fourteen, and i was still in the closet at that point. even now, i still kind of am because lots of people around me wouldnt support me for being me. my internalized homophobia was horrible as a child. i felt gross for being the way that i was, because why would a girl loving another girl be right? i struggled for a few years, as growing up with a family that viewed gay people as 'unnatural' didnt really help my case. ive learned that i am just another normal human being, and i dont have to be ashamed for simply loving someone else. and i hope for any of you struggling the way i was, to realize that soon as well.

i dont label myself half the time. whether thats gender or sexuality. ive experimented with different labels for both and none have really felt right. my sexuality has always been all over the place, and now i dont really label myself at all, i just know im attracted to girls, guys, and anyone in between. as for gender, ive always been pretty feminine leaning. thats it. i just call myself a woman now and try to stick with it.

enough of the yap sesh from me, i hope you all know you are loved, so so much <3

[eph3merall]

youre my fav gay and my fav girl can we kiss for pride month

happy pride month prettys !!! i love you all so very much

[eph3merall]

just got called attractive and intelligent in the same sentence i think i might die idk

@55sturn

[eph3merall]

happy pride month prettys !!! i love you all so very much

[eph3merall]

yES YES YES

I MISS YOU, COME HERE

intro layout ib: @mi-co-uk

trope ib: everyone who has written ex!chris

EX GIRLFRIEND!READER quiet. film & media major, journalism minor. 25. gentle, soft, and safe. knows her boundaries but not always when to enforce them. smart. sarcastic but not mean. prefers to walk on the safe side. smells like quiet trouble wrapped up in sugar. caffeine addict. posters. polaroids. drawings. animal lover. abandonment issues and hates being alone. has a new boyfriend, but still thinks about chris when she’s alone. loves tattoos. avid reader and writer. is angry about her dorm situation. kind of a dork, but in a “cool” way. light and sunshine in human form.

EX BOYFRIEND!CHRIS loud. hockey scholarship & business major. 26. hard exterior, soft behind closed doors. cold and distant stares. smells like regret in the best way. blares rap at six am on mondays. brought ex!reader out of her shell. skater. still in love with ex!reader but won’t acknowledge it. hates her new boyfriend. redbull fiend. parties. frat boy extraordinaire. posters & photographs galore. commitment issues with anyone who isn’t ex!reader. two full tattoo sleeves and a tongue piercing. hates their living situation. dark and cloudy weather in human form.

the breakup was amicable. they understood that their schedules caused too much conflict for them to really be together at the height of their college careers, despite not wanting to end things. however, a year later, an unfortunate living arrangement brings them together, and they start grasping at straws to try and prove they’re both over each other. and a list of rules made up between the two of them causes more tension than necessary and forces them to unpack some feelings they swore were buried. will they survive it? who knows.

STARS CORNER i’ve been plotting this in @strnilolover’s dms for like nearly a week now, i’m excited for what i have planned.