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PRETTY SWEET

a/n: guess i’m back haha!

pairing: pussy drunk!Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: No one loves the taste of pussy quite like Chris; he never fails to show you that.

cw: smut, oral (fem!receiving), squirting, mommy kink, sub!chris

“Let me, please mommy, wanna taste you so bad”

The whine that trails off of his sentence makes you giggle in that degrading way you know makes his head mushy, while your hand gently tucks a rogue curl on his forehead back behind his ear. Chris is between your legs, stomach pressed to the mattress as his restless hips grind into the mattress while he thinks you aren’t paying attention and he’s looking up at you with those godforsaken pleading eyes of his that you cannot deny. Of course, you can’t say no to him, he’s your precious, precious boy. That doesn’t mean you’re opposed to teasing him though — sometimes he has to work for it.

You chuckle again at the rustling of the bedsheets from his desperate movement before giving in.

“Of course you can sweetheart”

Chris near enough shouts with joy. That’s one thing you’ll never understand: how he gets such a kick out of getting you off and is legitimately upset if he can’t. You do get it, obviously. Toying with him until dawn breaks is like, better than crack rock; you’ve never gotten so sad when he doesn’t want to be played with though. It’s endearing at the very least: you can’t say you minded how much attention he pays to your pleasure, even disregarding his own for it routinely.

Not even a second later you feel the delicate touch of Chris’s tongue winding its way from your navel to your middle, and that’s when you stop his fun with a tug of his hair.

“But, Mommy wants some marks first, okay? Can you do that baby? Can you claim me from everyone else?

He’s quick to nod, willing to go to the world's end if it meant he got to taste you. It’s not often he finds himself the giver of a hickey; always rushing into making you cum, it’s very rare he stalls long enough for something like that. Chris knows you love them: love being adorned with the bruises and the bite marks, feeling the burn when he gets a bit excited and nips a little too hard or accidentally brushing over one in the morning and being reminded all over again just how much he loves you. He knows. His head just gets a little bit cloudy sometimes, that’s all. You’ll never blame him for that, it’s all your fault anyway.

You weren't sure where he was going to start his assault with his mouth, as he typically chooses your chest. If there’s anything that comes close to his love of pussy, it's boobs. But he’s still between your legs, hands bound tightly around your hips and he doesn’t seem to be moving: excitement was beginning to bubble low in your stomach. Chris’s lips latch onto the pudge of your thigh a beat later, sucking the skin into his mouth like it’s his last meal and letting his tongue swirl to soothe any sting he might inflict. The edges of your mind begin to blur as he hums and whines away as if he’s the one being sucked on; you can practically feel yourself gush at that. He repeats this process a few more times, scattering pink and purple blotches across your inner thighs like they’re his canvas until he pulls away again to look you in the eyes. They’re wet with arousal and need, glistening and oh-so-blue in the gentle light of your bedside lamp. He just looks so beautiful like this.

“That’s my good boy…I think you deserve your treat now don’t you”

He whines pleadingly, rapidly nodding again.

“Go ahead, make mommy feel good”

Well, no need to tell him twice. He’s shockingly slow to it at first: the tip of his tongue dragging through your folds from your hole to your clit, circling the pulsing bud before pulling away to dribble a little saliva on it. His thumb reaches round to flick it – once, twice and then a third, each one making your hips jolt upwards towards his face. You may be in control of him, but that doesn’t mean his touch doesn’t reduce you to a mess of your own. He giggles all sweet like a child with candy, like he doesn’t even know how much all this is affecting you. Of course he does, he just loves playing up on it.

Then, his tongue flicks back out and starts playing with your clit almost teasingly. Chris knows your body like the back of his hand; he knows just how to work you up, what makes you cum and what sends you flying off the side of the earth. This is his area of expertise – as he likes to say – he’s well practised and he can get you there so quickly you won’t even know what hit you. It’s always been so interesting to you how someone so sweet, so innocent and needy could be such a beast between your legs. Don’t get him wrong he still needs your instructions and demands, you’re comforting words and praise, but this is where he thrives.

You don’t even notice when he pulls your clit into his mouth with a suction you could never replicate until he starts letting it go, slow, agonisingly slow and the fire that alights in your veins is feisty. It’s all over every inch of you yet simultaneously all in his mouth and it’s wild how incoherent you’ve become in a few short minutes. He sucks it all back in his mouth again and starts flicking his tongue over the tip, and it’s clear then just how close you truly are already. Your hands are gripped tightly onto the bed sheets, pulling so hard to ground yourself the cover has pinged off of one mattress corner but you don’t have it in you to care.

“Mommy, mommy I need you to cum, please… cum on my face please”

You’re not quite sure why that does it for you. Maybe it was the pleading and whining, or the way he sucks your clit back into his mouth so roughly when he was done begging. Whatever it was, it had you bursting at the seams immediately. You feel his left hand pushing down on your stomach as your pussy begins to convulse and throb, and a feeling hits you that you haven’t felt in a long time. With not even a second to acknowledge what he’s forced out of you, your pussy gushes into his mouth. It throbs harder as you squirt, every muscle in your body pulling tought and your head thrown back deep into the pillows. Chris swallows it all dutifully, moaning loudly into your middle at the taste of your cum on his tongue.

You’re not quite all back to yourself yet when he yelps and cries out your name, but you know exactly what just happened to him. His hips are still pistoning into the mattress when you finally look down, rubbing his sensitive cock through his orgasm like a pathetic dog. You can’t help but coo at him even through your laboured breaths.

“Thank you, baby, you made Mommy feel so good”

Chris whines at that, nuzzling his head into your stomach and grinning against your skin. What a perfect boy.

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do i masturbate or self harm? these are life’s greatest questions.

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cheers to everyone who isnt into whatever i post now but out of a weird tumblr loyalty didn't unfollow and now you just have shit you know nothing about diversifying your dashboard. and also shout out to the blogs i follow in that category

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Pity Party

a/n: first time uploading one of my cench fics feeling nervous - let me know if you want a smut for pt2!

pairing: central cee x fem!oc

summary: after a celebratory dinner takes a wrong turn, Michaela makes sure Oakley gets all he deserves

cw: light mention of neglect

"Soooo, big two four next week Cench! What ya up to for tha then lad?"

Oakley smiled weakly before taking a hold of his glass and taking a long swig of the tropical cocktail. He was out for dinner with a few work associates, his girlfriend Michaela, Marvin and Harrison celebrating the plaques he'd received recently for his music in a posh little bar & grill in the city - he didn't want to be here though. Being grilled with questions from his associates as if he were a ribeye steak wasn't exactly his ideal evening, nor was being out surrounded by so many people. The man never really was a social butterfly and he struggled a lot at events like this even now after his rise to fame. In the middle of dinner, he'd grabbed Michaela's hand under the table as his nerves grew exponentially and his patience was wearing thin; he'd considered just leaving far too many times already but Kayla had forced him to stay to be polite.

"Not a party?"

Marvin's eyes flicked up at the question already knowing where this was headed having heard the story far too many times from a drunk, blabbering mouth, through clouds of smoke. He thought about shutting it down, but it sounded too suspicious for him - he simply couldn't do much at all. The man could see Oakley visibly panic across the table and nervously take another gulp of his drink, which he said he didn't even like the taste of originally, but he seemed to have changed his mind about that one. This truly was a recipe for disaster.

"No I erm, never had one so is just not the forefront of my mind to be fair"

Oakley and Marvin's eyes both cautiously scanned around the table, seeing all the shocked and even pitiful expressions emerge in reaction. Marvin felt bad, really bad. Not because he'd never had a birthday party before, he'd pitied him for that already so long ago. But because he knew the man was about to receive a hounding. Lacey, the woman who helped design a lot of his merchandise, was sat beside Marvin and probably the one with the worst reaction of all. She almost grimaced, obviously assuming it was due to growing up dirt poor or something which well, wasn't untrue. Just not the reason Oakley had confessed to before. He'd finished his drink by now too, so he couldn't drown his anxiety in a disgusting mango concoction made with cheap rum anymore and he regretted gulping it all down so quickly.

"Erm, my parents were erm never really uno, around like tha so like, birthdays didn't get thought about"

His face resembled that of a hurt puppy by the end of his response, tears visibly welling up in his eyes and his nose dusted with pink. People around the table began to relax themselves promptly after seeing Oakley's reaction to their badgering. Michaela had begun to gently caress the back of his hand with her thumb in an attempt to soothe him even the slightest bit but she didn't get very far. Anxiety flowing through his veins meant his arms and hands were all tensing unrelentingly leaving the veins beneath his skin to show far more than they really should. She could feel the slight tremor in his frame as she shifted a little closer to his side to subtly comfort the man and the tenseness of his entire body. His knee was bouncing rapidly under the table and he was glad it wasn't visible to his company.

"Oh you poor thing"

Celaine, a lady who helped design his music covers, was the first to speak up again and she regretted even considering the comment as soon as she did. Oakley abruptly pushed his seat out causing a horrible scratching noise to echo and made a beeline for the toilets. He couldn't breathe at that table, it felt like everyone was crowding around him when actually no one had moved an inch. Michaela jumped up quickly following after her boyfriend filled with anger for the others and sadness for him. It was rare that he ever acted like this with other people, but they were evidently pushing his buttons and he couldn't take it any longer.

"Sweetheart..."

The girl had walked straight into the men's where she knew she'd find him, quickly realising how disgusting these toilets were for such a high-end place and decidedly took no notice; she had better things to do than grimace at tissue paper stuck to the mirrors and piss on the floor. A sniffle echoed in the empty bathroom and Kayla's heart ripped into a million shreds at the sound as she wrapped her arms around his small frame and pulled him into her chest tightly. She couldn't even begin to express how sad she felt for him in this moment, and how much she hated his team for pressing so much. Over the months of working with them, the couple had grown to love Celaine, Lacey and all the others but all of it had soon been diminished because they couldn't just keep their traps shut.

"We don't have to do anything love, or think about your past okay?"

The man nodded, still tucked firmly into his girlfriend and practically clinging onto her shoulders for dear life.

And so when Oakley's birthday eventually did roll around, Michaela had planned not a single thing. Of course, she'd planned gifts and what to eat but she did that most days so it was nothing out of the ordinary. The man had finally indulged in a lie-in for the first time this year - he hadn't the time what with all the work and travelling he'd been doing - so he was snoring way into the afternoon and eventually rose around 3 pm to the smell of hot chocolates and something else sweet. It was far too warm in his room, and even the house, so he had decided against putting last night's t-shirt back on and promptly followed the sugary aromas drifting upstairs to the kitchen where he found Michaela.

"I was just about to come wake you"

On the counter were stacks of syrup-smothered pancakes and waffles with mugs of hot chocolate and a big bowl of sliced fruit ready for his birthday breakfast, tho it was more tea than breakfast. Michaela was beaming at him showing a big toothy grin and he was sure he was reciprocating it, but he couldn't tell. He stood in amazement for a few seconds scanning over the sweet treats and then his girlfriend's face before pulling her into his arms. He kissed her on the cheek and thanked her about a million times before eventually giving her a long kiss on the lips.

"You've smudged my lippie now you dickhead"

"No calling the birthday boy names my love"

The couple fell into fits of laughter still holding onto each other like it was the last time they were to touch before they realised the breakfast would probably go cold soon and took it all to the living room. It was rare they ever ate in there because Oakley was very strict about the tidiness of the house but today was an exception of course. Michaela already had the tv set on Disney Plus ready for Oakley to come down and watch his favourite kids' movie: Lady & The Tramp. He sat and ate his birthday breakfast gleefully, focused intently on the movie playing on the tv with a goofy smile on his face the entire time. The girl could've sworn she'd never seen him so happy in his life, which would most definitely be an overstatement, but he did look happy as hell and she couldn't take her eyes off of him. That light that filled his face when he was just so freely happy was addicting and she would drink it up all day and all night if she could - it was just so beautiful. The dimples beside his lips, the wrinkles under his eyes and the way his cheeks puffed up - he was a sight for sore eyes if she did say so herself. When Oakley had finished most of his pancakes and strawberries he'd put his plate to the side and curled up against Kayla's side, his knees pulled to his chest and his head on her shoulder. Michaela didn't think he could get any cuter than this. The way he was showing so much affection, physically too, really blossomed something in the girl's heart and her stomach was doing somersaults because it meant he'd put his full trust in her and that he felt safe. It was okay to show the vulnerable side he was so ashamed of before with her because he felt respected and loved. He tended not to show too many of his emotions, if any, and especially not when it came to occasions like his birthday - it was a big topic that took him a long time to open up about. So for Michaela to see him like this knowing how much he struggled to open up and be comfortable around people she felt extra special.

"I love you, uno"

It was merely a mumble, because he seemed to be nodding off despite only waking up about an hour before; she put it down to the heat and the fact they were sitting so cosily. He'd most definitely said it though, Kayla had felt his warm breath brush against her neck as he spoke and the way his jaw moved against her shoulder.

"I love you too sweetheart"

He'd tried to tuck in on his girlfriend more but it was actually impossible unless he wanted to climb inside her skin which she was sure he would if he could, so he simply tucked his head as tightly into the crook of her neck as he could and fell asleep with her hand brushing through the curls upon his head. Now he was living the dream.

Best birthday ever.

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my request is can u kiss me pwetty pwease xx

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interests ✧

jujutsu kaisen

central cee

peaky blinders

euphoria

my hero academia

sherlock

about me ✧

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i’ve been writing fanfiction for 5 years

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MASTERLIST

NOTE: I DO NOT WRITE FOR THE STURNIOLOS ANYMORE.

• chris sturniolo ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

FUTURA FREE - (smut)

summary: Chris is obsessed with putting a baby in you

PRETTY SWEET - (smut)

summary: No one loves the taste of pussy quite like Chris; he never fails to show you that.

• matt sturniolo ✧ ˚ 　· 　　

PINK MATTER - (smut)

summary: Matt's still not given up the electric guitar years after high school; you love it more than you should

CRACK ROCK - (smut)

summary: Matt likes to take whatever pent up anger he has out on you; it’s all you ever want

• central cee ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

PITY PARTY - (fluff)

summary: When a celebratory dinner takes a wrong turn, Michaela makes sure Oakley gets all he deserves

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Crack Rock

a/n: i saw @recklesssturniolo post about something like this and i knew i immediately had to post ;)

pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

cw: degrading (kind of), spanking, daddy kink as per, it’s all consensual!

summary: Matt likes to take whatever pent up anger he has out on you; it’s all you ever want

Matt’s grip on your wrists is tight, maybe too tight you think as your skin starts to burn under his fingers. It’s a mystery to you why he doesn’t just tie you up or something, all he does is complain about how difficult it is to keep you from running away.

“But it- It hurts it hurts!”

This evil grin takes over his face hearing you whine out like that, using everything in you to get even the smallest words out and struggling to simply take a breath. He chuckles, and you wonder how he does it so easily when he’s the one putting in all the work — you haven't moved a muscle unless to get away from him and every breath is a drag on you. You know he doesn’t care, not one bit. He fucking loves telling you all about it: how useless and pathetic you are, no purpose but to stuff his cock in and how you don’t get to decide. It’s fucking scary hearing how worthless you are to someone, but the fear that floods you doubles the heat pooling in your stomach until you’re dripping with it.

“Look at you huh…such a fucking mess”

Even as he spits in your face, you can’t deny how right he is. You’re a mess of your own fluids: sweat, tears, saliva, not to mention the grool. It’s hard to differentiate each thrust of his hips from the next, but each punch of his head to that spot deep inside you draws a flood of wetness as he retreats, so much so that it’s starting to pool beneath your ass on the sheets. Matt’s obsessed with it because even though you’re so tight, the amount of slick engulfing his cock inside makes him glide in and out of you so easily it’s enough to make him want to cum from that feeling alone. He doesn’t necessarily care that it shows how good he’s making you feel — this isn’t for you, it’s all for him. Despite that, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and peppers a few kisses along your shoulder. He may be using you as a toy to dump his cum in, but he’s still your boyfriend after all and he’d be dammed if he didn’t get just a little taste of your sweet skin. His beard scratches against your jaw and the sensitive parts of your neck below your ear set alight with it. A whine slips out, even though Matt specifically instructed you to ‘shut the fuck up’ but you can’t really help it when he makes you feel so good.

The hand holding your wrists together above your head suddenly disappears and you find yourself missing the ache you complained so much about, until that same feeling stretches across your face instead. He gripped your face in his hand, holding your mouth shut and forcing you to look him in his sadistically crazy, sexy, eyes

“What did I fucking tell you? I don’t want to hear it”

He lets go of your face and then plants a swift slap on your cheek. His thrusts have slowed down as he continues to stare into your eyes, face cold and unreadable. He’s probably just scheming what he’d do next to you, but you wouldn’t know, you’re too focused on the obscene squelch that rings every time his cock pushes into your hole. It’s gross, but you find yourself getting hotter the more you hear it. You start squirming around again, but instead of trying to get away from the abuse to your body now you’re chasing it — you miss the burn of your wrists and hips from his grip on you and the way you can physically feel him so deep in your stomach so much more than you should. He’s been so horrible to you, so neglectful of your needs but you love it, it just makes everything so much more electrifying.

Your squirming must’ve jogged his brain: suddenly he pulls out of you and sits back a little to watch all that grool and his precum drip out of you, waiting rather impatiently for you to turn over. This isn’t new, you know exactly what he wants from you yet you’re frozen in place now. You’re not sure what has you stuck like this, but when Matt’s hands aggressively grab you and flip you over himself, you’re a little relieved. The way he manhandles you gets you all fired up again in a matter of seconds, your hips push back searching for him the second your knees hit the mattress. He continues to sit back for a moment longer, breathing heavily with his cock in his hands, slowly jerking himself to ease that needy feeling in him too. Matt knows you love when he treats you like shit in bed, so really, this is more punishment to you than him right now. You try to call out for him, but with your face stuffed in a pillow, it's a little hard, so you lift up onto your elbows and try again.

“Matt-”

You don't even get a second to breathe when his hands slams down on your right ass cheek, the sound ringing in your head and bouncing between your ears with how loud it was.

“Fucking slut…that’s not what you call me, is it?”

Without warning, his cock surges back into you, hitting something so deep inside it stings. The tears that’d built and threatened to fall long ago finally spilt, a sob tumbling out of your mouth without a second thought and now all hell breaks loose in you. Matt’s thrusting so fast and hard, hitting that deep spot inside with almost every one, dropping his hand down to spank you every few moments and pulling you back onto him with his hand on your waist. You truly are a mess now, no denying it with tears dripping down on the pillow and how wet your thighs are. He loves you like this; he’s broken you and it's the dreamiest thing in the world to him.

“S-sir…”

You don’t even have to say it, he always knows.

“Mhm, go on, cum all over daddy’s cock baby”

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Futura Free

a/n: requests are always open for fic ideas!

pairing: Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: Chris is obsessed with putting a baby in you

cw: smut, daddy kink, breeding kink, cum eating

“Do you want it baby? Want me to come in you, huh?”

Chris already knows exactly what you want, how you want it and when — he much prefers to draw it out of you, though, even if it’s the last word to leave your mouth for days. He’s pounding into you, fast and with enough force behind his thrusts to throw you across the room, just the way you like it. Over time he’s grown to learn this is exactly how you always want it, there’s no need to even ask anymore, he just simply settles in you and surges forwards with all the strength he can muster in his hips to make you feel good.

A response is yet to breach your lips, whines and broken moans taking its place in your throat and flowing out like a fountain at the overwhelming pleasure your boyfriend’s giving you. He’s an impatient guy, you know that, and you’d respond at the click of a finger if you actually could. You can feel he’s getting aggravated with the radio silence on your end, if his harsher grip on your hips and ragged breaths heaving from his chest weren’t telltale enough you’d have to be dumb. He thinks you might be…honestly.

“Come on, tell daddy what you want sweetheart”

You stutter, tripping over every word you attempt to muster up, huffing in annoyance at yourself as Chris simply chuckles at your struggle. God, even when he’s just taking the piss, he has this effect on you that you can barely rationalise.

“Oh…fucked you dumb, did i? How adorable… Still need an answer baby or you get nothing, you know that.”

His thrusts have slowed down ever so slightly, but the difference between the paces is insane to you. Your hips instinctively grind down into him, messing the bed sheets up just that bit more as you move until a hand lets go of your hip just to slam it down into the mattress with his palm. He’s teasing you, working you up enough that you’ll break and spill every word that comes to mind — ashamedly, it works every time. A final pleading whine escapes your lips before the teasing grin that once adorned Chris’s face melts away and leaves his face cold; you realised then you really had to beg for it all.

“D-daddy…fuck- breed me, please!”

Your boyfriend smirks at that, diving head first into the quickest and roughest pace he could pick up. You both look down to see the way his cock disappears inside you like a vacuum with every thrust and you let out a moan louder than any tonight then. The combination of the overwhelming feeling inside and the sight of Chris pumping into you is driving you fûcking insane, you could cum on the spot, realistically.

Suddenly, the hand he was holding your hip down with was snaking it’s way down your sides, to your thighs, all the way to your middle, immediately dipping his middle finger in to tease your clit. Your hips shoot up and he can’t hold you down this time, so instead he moves with you, following the movement of your hips while his finger eagerly circles and tweaks your clit.

“Oh yeah? Want daddy to put a baby in that little cunt of yours“

You almost screamed them, or maybe you actually did, this was all so much for you but you loved it. Could never ask for less when your boyfriend had you speechless and in a puddle of yourself whenever the fuck you wanted it. You’re so close you can practically taste the orgasm on your tongue, and by the looks of things, so can Chris too. His hips are stuttering and his thrusts are not as smooth as they were before, signalling his own impending orgasm.

Chris’s finger twirls around your clit once more, and that’s the last straw for you as you tumble straight into the most intense orgasm. It feels so good you can’t help but clench down on his cock, watching his face change and overcome with pure glory at how good this is. You release all over him, feeling it drip down your thigh while your pussy just throbs and clenches out of your control. That’s what did it for Chris: the feeling of how tight you are around him no matter how many times you fuck sent him over the urge. You watched as the muscles in his stomach tenses again and you run a hand over it feeling the smooth plane of skin burn under your fingertips, just your touch sets Chris’s nerves alight.

“Fuck- God…baby you’re so…”

It’s his turn to be at a loss for words now as his cum empties into your cunt and fills you up so nicely, smothering his cock in it too as he continues to thrust ever so slightly. Your orgasm was mostly done with now, but the feeling of his cum painting your walls has you moaning all over again, rolling your hips down to coax even more out of him. The obscene squelch that sounds then almost breaks the sound barrier, and as gross as it is, it’s enough to get you horny all over again.

Chris pulls out slowly, watching his cock pull from your body and listening to your pretty whines at the loss. You always enjoyed being so stuffed and full with your boyfriend, in fact you’d keep him there forever if you could. A trickle of cum pumps out of you following his cock and hits the bedsheets,

eliciting a smirk from Chris you’d barely notice. You’ve closed your eyes, still breathing heavily and laid back to regain some life back into you — he knows this is the perfect time to play with you.

“Look at that…so full of my babies princess”

You whine again as you can’t muster up anything else, dick drunk and hazy from how good this is all was and Chris simply chuckles. He reaches forwards and dips his middle finger into your cunt, immediately feeling all the stick cum inside of you and a sense of pride drapes over him then. There’s something about fucking your partner so good and then leaving a little part of you with them afterwards. Your body twitches at the feeling of something inside you again, rubbing against your walls and working its way inside; it’s overstimulating, but you love it. He scoops up some of the cum he’d left inside you with his finger and retreats his hand, bringing it up to your face instead.

“Open up, baby”

Eyes closed, completely unaware of what he’s doing and still your jaw falls slack and drops open without a second thought. Your tongue lays in wait, because even if you don’t know what’s happening, your body does. His finger lays flat on your tongue, dragging it down until it slips off and all that’s left is the sticky white substance you always crave so much. He closes your jaw for you then and you open your eyes, staring up into his crystal blue ones with so much lust Chris is almost drunk with the look. He nods, and you swallow with a quiet moan.

“That’s a good girl…you love daddy’s cum don’t you, huh?”

You nod as well, you can’t deny that.

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Pink Matter

a/n: heyyy i'm new to sturniolo tumblr, please send me fic requests if you have any!

pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: Matt's still not given up the electric guitar years after high school; you love it more than you should

cw: smut, daddy kink, oral fixation

“Tell me what it is you want baby, tell daddy what’s got you so worked up”

Matt caresses your face, looking up into your glassy eyes from beneath you — his hips are locked to the carpet by your knees now that you’re straddling him after a surge of confidence you’ve already lost again. He doesn’t mind at all, in fact, the pressure of you settling your whole body weight onto his crotch is spreading a warmth through him that only you can produce and he adores it. Gently, he tucks a strand of hair from dangling in your face to behind your ear and the lightest touch of his fingertips against your sensitive head makes you shiver, a dusting of rosy blush smothering the surface of your cheeks too. Matt notices easily with his eyes locked on your pretty face, watching for any sign of what you want from him, and he pulls that stupid smug smirk that gets you all tingly down the middle. You can't help but squirm a bit. 

“Matt please…”

Matt’s soft touches quickly become rough as he grabs your waist and snaps your hips back down to keep you still. Don’t get him wrong, the feeling of you wriggling in his lap and bucking your hips because of the effect he has on you feels nothing short of heaven, but he can’t let you get too ahead of yourself. He has control; over you, over your body and over your relationship. Not you. And although it’s frustrating at times because god knows how hard you find it to communicate your needs, you both know you love it too. Sometimes you need that grounding, for someone to take all the decisions out of your hands, just simply let you breathe and take what’s given to you like a good girl. He lets go of your waist with one hand and brings it to your face, grabbing you by the cheeks and forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“Come on angel, spit it out”

Your eyes quickly glance down to the electric guitar that lay on the floor beside you before looking back into his icy eyes with a little panic in your expression; Matt smirks even more as he follows your eyeline to the guitar and back again.

“Oh is that what it is huh? Seeing me play got you all strung up and warm did it? What a little slut”

You whine under your breath and shove your face into the crook of his neck in shame, still nodding in response anyway because regardless of how embarrassed you feel he’s right and he knows it. Matt chuckles and strokes the back of your head with a firm hand knowing how dizzy his hands on you makes you feel, prolonging the teasing because he’s determined to break you again. He knows what you’re like. After a while, your embarrassment dissipates into stone-cold neediness and you can’t help but give your entire self to him just like that — all he has to do is wait.

You pull away from his shoulder eventually, eyes even glassier than before: a clear sign of your mind turning to mush. Matt’s hands now lay in his lap right between your legs and it’s seeing them there that makes you snap; you grab one of his hands between yours and you bring it up to your mouth. His middle and index fingers slip past your swollen lips easily, resting heavily on the expanse of your tongue in a way that makes your whole face go numb while the rest of his hand holds your face. The tips of his fingers are all calloused from the excessive strumming of the stupid guitar that makes him so sickeningly hot and the roughness of it on your tongue makes your head slip just under the surface. Your lips latch onto his fingers as you begin to suck on them, feeling saliva already leaking from the corners of your mouth and wetting the bits of his fingers you can’t quite fit. This sight alone causes Matt’s cock to throb. 

“So fucking sexy baby, can you feel it? Can you feel how hard you’re making Daddy?”

Truth be told, he’s had a raging hard-on all day. 

He woke up an hour or two before you, and normally, you sleep in even longer; Matt apparently had other plans. It got to about midday and he was bored out of his mind, resorting to practising the new song he was writing on the guitar despite promising you that you’d have peace from that for the weekend. Of course, the noise startled you awake and bothered you enough to run all the way from your bedroom to the garage to tell him to quit it. He’d stared at you and chuckled, putting the guitar down and ushering you over to where he sat on the floor with his back to the old sofa collecting dust in the corner. It’s not until you were planted firmly in his lap and faces inches apart that you realised you weren’t wearing any clothes — just a pair of teeny tiny panties and a little see-through cami top. Matt didn’t send you back upstairs to get dressed, he simply wrapped you in the green zip-up jacket he’d brought out for himself and instructed you to stay where you are while he continued with his guitar. Your smooth silky legs and perky nipples showing through your shirt from the cold drove him crazy, it took everything in him not to literally toss his guitar across the room and ravage you on the concrete.

So yeah, the strained tent in his jeans was not a surprise to either of you, especially after all your movement thus far. You nod in response, still dutifully sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers, taking that as a cue to start grinding down onto him. He groans quietly, but he doesn’t keep you from moving this time so you roll your hips again and it has you holding back a small noise behind his fingers at the friction. Matt could feel the gentle vibration of noise on his fingertips, knowing all too well what was happening to you right now. Suddenly, his fingers roughly push down on the middle of your tongue, his hand pulling your mouth open so he can take a peek. He watches your saliva bubble under your tongue and your eyes widen as you feel yourself almost gag at the pressure; it gets you wetter. 

“Show me where else you want my fingers princess, I’ll make you feel better”

His fingers finally retreat from your mouth, but he doesn’t wipe them off: he just lets his hand sit there while your saliva drips off onto the floor. You’ve never been so quick to jump up and out of your underwear in your life, the skin of your knees burning a bit as you drop back down into your previous position and they scrape the floor. Matt grins seeing how your thighs are spread further apart than before and your soft pussy just out of sight for him beneath you. He wastes no time taking the hand that you once sucked and swiping it through your folds. A gentle moan comes from the back of your throat and you flush in embarrassment until two of his fingers ram straight into you, immediately pumping into you at a fast pace and a sound much whinier and louder punches out of you. 

“That’s it, baby, that’s all you wanted daddy to do isn’t it”

You fall forward and tuck your head into the crook of his neck again, whining and moaning into his collarbone as you writhe around in pleasure. Matt keeps fucking you with his fingers until he feels you start to clench around them signalling you were getting close, when he brings his other hand from your waist to rub circles onto your clit. The additional pleasure makes your hips buck forwards and Matt meets the thrust with his fingers — the pressure of his fingertips on your g spot, the stimulation to your clit and the overall premise of the situation all combined sends you hurtling over the urge. Your whole body goes limp in his arms, legs gently shaking and tears welling up in your eyes.

“Tell Daddy thank you baby”

A minute passes before you finally muster the strength to pull back and plant a sweet kiss on his lips that he gratefully accepts as his thank-you gift, and after wiping his hands off on his jacket he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight.

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Tommy bring a mood ft Jack, Alfie & Arthur

@the-makingsofgreatness @peakywitch @peakysabrina @bonniesgoldengirl @retromafia @mrs-gray @irishwhiskeys @smallheathgangsters @zablife @weeo @peakyblinded @valkrist @wouldpollyapprove @johnshxlby @thomashelbyswhore @tommydoesntpayforsuits @shelundeadxxxx @shelbydelrey @peakyblinders1919 @peakybaby @deepdonutkid @flysafepapi @lizzieshelby @1920sitgirl @pollyrepents

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friends hyperfixation time

they should’ve been endgame im sorry but its true

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Happy birthday to AO3 🎂🎉

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me when i finally recovered from covid atleast 2 weeks ago

Found this while looking for something earlier and I feel called out lmao

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31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN (12/31) → ᴛʜᴇ sɪxᴛʜ sᴇɴsᴇ.

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Every friend group should include:

(I don’t care if it’s been done I’m doing it)

Bonus:

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When Love is Not Enough : The Lois Wilson Story (2010)

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CILLIAN MURPHY AS PATRICK/PATRICIA “KITTEN” BRADEN IN ‘BREAKFAST ON PLUTO’