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he was truly a sick fuck for this one.

the fucking tongue… like i’m gonna bust

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— MATT TAKES HIS ANGER OUT ON YOU

established relationship; oral (m); fingering (f); degradation; pussy slapping; spanking; p in v; creampie; dom!matt

you hear the door slamming shut, matt entering home in heavy steps. he throws the keys somewhere in the front table, removing his shoes angrily. he sits down at couch, sighing deeply as he runs his fingers through his hair.

you peek at him from a distance, not sure whether you should approach him or let him have some alone time. you can tell matt is anxious, his right leg bouncing up and down in a failed attempt to soothe his nerves.

matt sighs again, tilting his head as he scratch his beard. you drag your feet through the wooden floor, quietly making your way towards matt. you place a hand in his shoulder, startling him due the sudden contact. “fuck” he cusses out, covering your palm with his own, giving it a light squeeze, as if he silently recognized your presence.

“can i help?” you whisper, gently massaging his back. matt shrugs, clicking his tongue. “no— i don’t wanna take it out on you” he admits, pressing his chapped lips on your hand.

you walk around the couch, sitting next to him. you place your chin on matt’s shoulder, your gaze flickering between his own blue orbs and his stubble. you smile at the sight of matt — so handsome, so perfect, even when angry. “take it out on me” you say, your index reaching for his earlobe, tickling his skin.

you notice the shift on his eyes, almost as if something bigger than him took over his senses. he runs his tongue over his top teeth, chewing the insides of his cheeks, holding back a smile. “nah, don’t say that” matt chuckles, ruffling you hair.

“‘m serious” you answer back, letting go of him and resting your back against the couch. you cross your legs, allowing matt to take a good look at the back of your thighs. his large palm immediately got a grip of your body, groping your flesh. “room. now.” matt demands, watching as you get up and make your way to the bedroom.

matt takes long to follow you. he peeks through the half-open door, a stream of light making its way to the hallway. he sees you, completely bare, sitting against your own feet. you’re on your knees — ready for him to use you however he pleases.

he chuckles as he makes his way in, removing his shirt and tossing it on the bed. matt removes his belt in an one-time motion, causing a loud noise of leather slapping against the carpet floor. he unbuttons his jeans, pulling his pants down along with his underwear, revealing his swollen shaft.

he comes close to you, pumping his own dick. matt grabs it by the base, delighted with the sight of you opening your mouth and slowly drags his cock around your face, slapping it across your cheeks. “little cockslut” he says to himself as he places his tip on your lips, waiting for you to take him.

you suck on the tip like a lollipop, purposefully drooling on his girth. matt groans as you go deeper on his shaft, bobbing your head up and down. “there you fucking go”, he moans as his hand reaches for your hair, wanting to control your movements. in fact, matt forces you to stand still, jerking his hips forward, thrusting his cock into your throat. you can’t help but gag on his length, more saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth and dripping down your chin.

things are different when matt takes control — and it turns you on even more. you place your hand underneath your pussy, rutting your hips against your own palm. your completely soaked, feeling your cunt throbbing as matt fucks your throat. “gon— gonna cum babe” matt warns you, but no early enough. he finishes in seconds, thick ropes of warm cum filling your entire mouth, painting your tongue white.

with a groan, mouth removes himself from you, his cock still hard. “swallow it” he demands, locking your jaw with his fingers and you quickly obey. your hips, however, continue to move, your pussy desperate for some relief. “and what do you think you’re doing?” matt asks, watching as you get off.

he clicks his tongue, walking around you and sitting on the edge of the mattress. he pats the bed twice, silently asking for you to join him. you crawl towards matt, waiting for the next order. he picks you up from the floor, placing your body over his thighs, holding you still with one of his arms. your chest is pressed against his jeans, your ass sticking out.

“you fucking” matt slaps your butt. “whore” another spank, the burning sensation taking over, his large hand against your soft flesh making it sting. “you think you can touch yourself while blowing me? what kind of slut are you?” he spits out, another hard slap hitting your skin.

you don’t speak — you’re not allowed to. you chew on your bottom lip, trying your best to stay in silence. matt continues to spank you countless times, your ass becoming burning red. “fuck! please!” you cry out, not being able to hold back.

“and that greedy little pussy” matt says, dragging his index between your asscheeks, reaching for your folds. your wetness makes it easier for matt to slip a finger in at the same time his thumb goes for your clit, rubbing it in circular motions. “begging to be fucked ain’t it?”

you nod your head desperately as matt pushes another finger in you, reaching your sweet spot. he curls his knuckles inside, causing your head to fall forward. matt holds you closer, brushing his digits on your cervix — and removing them as soon as he notices your walls pulsating around him.

“you think you deserve to cum?” he asks, turning your body so that you’d be able to face him. matt adjusts your position, forcing both of your feet in bed and spreading your legs apart. he licks his fingers, reaching for your pussy, fondling you before giving a light tap on your clit. your body trembles, your legs almost giving up at his harshness.

a naughty grin appears on matt’s lips. he knows how much you’re enjoying it — so he continues. the taps become stronger, faster, turning to quick slaps on your pussy. squelching sounds take over the room along with your moans, the knot in your lower tummy ready to break.

“on fours. now.” he finally stops, placing you in bed. you bend over for him, completely fucked out. not a single coherent sentence comes from your mouth, only needy, desperate moans. “there she is” matt smiles, groping your ass, dragging his leaking cock through your folds. “my good little fucktoy” he degrades you, but it almost sounds like a compliment. you whine at his words, causing matt to chuckle again. “isn’t that right? aren’t you just my little fuck doll?”

matt tighten his grip on your hips, slowly burying himself inside you, quickly stretching your walls and not giving you time to adjust to his size before pounding into you. “fuck— matt!” you grip the sheets, rolling your eyes. “yes! yes!” you scream as matt fills you to the brain, his slit oozing pre-cum.

“matt! ‘m gonna cum!” you tell him. “fuckin’ cum with me baby” matt says as he fucks you deeper, harder, faster. “my good little slut, makin— makin’ me feel s-so good” matt groans as his orgasm washes over him, his release filling you up entirely. a wave of pleasure hits you, matt’s warm cum helping you reach your own high.

he gradually pulls out, admiring as his cum oozes from your hole and drips down your thighs. your body collapses onto the mattress, no strength left in your legs. matt lays down next to you, opening his arms so you can snuggle closer. he places a kiss on the top of your head, caressing your shoulder as he holds you in a tight, loving hug. “thank you” he whispers. “you can take your anger out on me next time”.

yeah yeah i haven’t written a long long fic in so long, finally here it is. happy one year enjoy this one u sick freaks, posted piss yesterday go read that too bye love yall so much! if you wanna be added to the special taglist please comment on this post 🤍

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⮱ finger sucking - matt sturniolo

1k words — drug use, suggestive, teasing, finger sucking, slow burn tension, language

a/n: this idea was bothering me for daysss omf

it’s late.

like really late. the kind of late where time stops mattering and everything feels soft around the edges. fuzzy, golden, too quiet except for the occasional rustle of chip bags and the slow pulse of the tv casting low light across the room.

matt’s sunk into your couch, hoodie half-off his shoulder, one leg tucked under him. the joint between his fingers burns low, glowing red every time he lifts it to his lips. you’re curled up beside him, sharing warmth, high enough that your limbs feel disconnected from your thoughts.

"these hit different when you’re stoned," he mumbles, licking cheeto dust off his thumb. his voice is hoarse and lazy, like he hasn’t spoken in hours.

you glance over, your lips curving. "you always say that."

"’cause it’s always true."

he plucks a gummy from the bag in your lap, then pauses, holding it up like a peace offering. "open."

you roll your eyes, but you obey - parting your lips just enough for him to push it between them. his fingers brush your bottom lip. and then you do it.

slow.

deliberate.

you close your mouth around his fingers first, not the candy. your tongue grazes the tips, your eyes locked on his. you suck - just for a moment. soft, barely-there pressure. and when you pull away, there’s a little pop, like you wanted him to hear it.

he doesn’t move. doesn’t blink. just stares.

you smile, chewing innocently. “what?”

his jaw tightens. “you tryna be funny?”

“no,” you say sweetly. “you told me to open.”

he blinks once. twice. then shifts on the couch like he's trying to hide the fact that his whole body just reacted.

“you’re such a fuckin’ brat,” he mutters, more breath than voice, reaching back into the bag - this time without breaking eye contact. his fingers curl around another gummy, slow and intentional. “do it again.”

your pulse stutters.

“what if i don’t wanna?”

“then you shouldn’t’ve started,” he says, voice low, eyes dark. “open.”

you hesitate - just long enough to be annoying - then part your lips again. this time, he doesn’t ease the candy in right away. no, matt slides two fingers past your lips without warning. gummy clutched between them, yes, but he doesn’t care about that.

you suck them in, mouth warm and slow around the tips, tongue dragging along the pads like you’re tasting him, not the candy.

his jaw twitches.

you hollow your cheeks just a little, enough to make him groan - a low sound from deep in his chest, like he wasn’t expecting you to go there.

you let go with a soft pop, then sit back like nothing happened, eyes fluttering up to meet his again.

“you good?” you ask, saccharine-sweet, voice dipped in honey.

he stares at you for a second, maybe two.

then he laughs - shaky, breathless, head tipping back against the couch.

“you’re gonna drive me insane,” he says, dragging a hand over his face.

“already do,” you tease, grabbing another chip and crunching into it like your mouth wasn’t just wrapped around his fingers.

matt watches you, tongue poking at his cheek, expression unreadable. there’s a pink flush creeping across his nose, and his hands are fidgeting now - knee bouncing, fingers flexing like he doesn’t know where to put them.

“you’re such a menace,” he mutters.

you grin, smug, proud. “me? you were the one who fed me like that.”

he snorts. “yeah, and you were supposed to just take the gummy. not turn it into a fucking porno.”

you giggle. “aww, did i make you nervous?”

“no,” he lies instantly.

you shift closer on the couch, knees touching now. “then why’re your ears red?”

he opens his mouth - maybe to deflect, maybe to deny - but then your hand slides over his thigh and his breath catches. a little tremble under your touch, like the bravado’s slipping.

“still not nervous?” you whisper.

his gaze drops to your mouth. then lower, to your fingers playing at the hem of your shirt.

he swallows. “no.”

you swing a leg over and straddle his lap, slow and deliberate. the weight of you makes him shift back against the couch cushions, hands flying to your waist like instinct.

“liar,” you murmur, leaning in close, your lips just barely brushing his jaw.

“fuck,” he whispers.

your fingers trail up his chest, lazy, until they reach his mouth. you hold one up between your fingers, soft and taunting.

“your turn.”

his eyes flick to yours, dark and glassy, and then - without hesitation - he parts his lips and pulls your finger into his mouth.

hot. slow. deliberate.

his tongue drags up the length of it. sucks once. then again.

your breath stutters this time. his eyes never leave yours.

you freeze - not out of fear, but something thicker, sweeter. it coils up your spine when you feel his tongue swirl again, slow and lazy, around the pad of your finger.

your breathing stutters. the room feels smaller.

he drags his mouth back, letting go of your finger with a soft pop. his lips are shiny now, pink and slick and parted like he’s still tasting you.

“what?” he says low, teasing.

you blink. once. twice. your hand’s still hovering between you - helpless, trembling slightly, like it doesn’t know what it’s supposed to do anymore.

“you’re such a fuckin’ tease,” you whisper, voice raw.

matt leans in until his nose brushes yours. you can feel the edge of his smirk against your mouth. “you started it.”

you inhale sharply as his fingers skate under the hem of your shirt, featherlight, tracing the bare skin of your stomach, like he’s daring himself to keep going. like he’s barely holding back.

his hands shake just a little.

yours do too.

“we’re still high,” you murmur, barely audible.

he presses a kiss under your jaw, slow and warm. “so?”

“so this could be stupid.”

“feels pretty fucking smart to me.”

his mouth moves to your throat, open and hot, then lower, a trail of heat down your skin. his grip tightens on your waist.

“matt,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut.

and then his voice breaks against your collarbone, soft and wrecked and starving -

“please let me have you.”

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How I look when I’m tryna lock tf in

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𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 SEX TAPES

NSFW P!Links that remind me of Chris Sturniolo or resemble him. X links.

TAPE 1 . filming backshots

TAPE 2 . fucking your thighs

TAPE 3 . he’s absolutely feral for you

TAPE 4 . pounding you until you’re vibrating

TAPE 5 . he finds your sex toys and wants to use them

TAPE 6 . tits or ass? well…

TAPE 7 . red lingerie is his favorite on you…

TAPE 8 . he loves your tiny little shorts

One sweetheart to another, Jess ♥️

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don’t get me wrong. i LOVEEEE the SPT surprise videos. but i am so glad it’s over. i can’t wait for the reg videos!!!!!!!!!!!!! i miss my babies

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this picture gets me every fucking time

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blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff

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⇢ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄

⚸ audio

the voice note starts and it’s already heavy—wet fabric shifting, skin dragging, and matt’s breath coming in short, desperate little gasps.

"shit—fuck, fuck, baby…"

his voice is all shaky, like he didn’t mean to hit record but couldn’t stop himself. you hear the faint sound of the hoodie beneath him, soft cotton rubbing against skin as he ruts down into it—again and again—like it’s the only thing keeping him from losing his mind.

"feels s’good, i c-can’t—fuck, you left this here and i—i’m fuckin’—fuckin’ humping it like a loser…"

he lets out a moan, high and broken. his thighs slap against the bed. you can hear it—how soaked the fabric is, how wrecked his cock sounds sliding through it. he’s panting like he’s been going at it for way too long.

"smells like you. smells so fuckin’ good, i’m—i’m gonna fuckin’ cum if you keep—if you keep textin’ me like that, sendin’ those photos, you know what you’re doin’, you knew i’d lose it—"

a sharp whimper breaks out of him. you can picture it now—his face buried in your hoodie, back arched, grinding into the bundle like it’s your cunt. there’s a wet squelch as his cock presses harder into the soaked fabric, and he gasps.

"fuck—fuckfuckfuck, m’so close—feels like you, swear it does, i wanna be inside you so bad, wanna cum all over your tummy, your thighs, i’d do anything—anything for you right now, please let me—"

he’s babbling. incoherent, breathless, just gone. it’s all instinct now. his hips stutter. he whines deep in his throat, broken and needy.

"m’gonna cum, baby—m’gonna—fuck, i love you, i fuckin’ love you—"

and then he cums. hard. you can hear it—the wet drag, his breath catching, the soft curse that falls from his lips like a cry. the hoodie muffles his voice as he groans into it, hips grinding down even as he finishes, desperate for just a second longer of that feeling.

he’s quiet after. just breathing. you hear the faint squish of the fabric soaked through. his voice, low and trembling, slips out like he forgot the mic was still on:

"fuck… i need you so bad."

then the audio ends.

a/n: 😛

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Chris cockwarming fic?

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 ❝ Perfectly Warm ❞

SUMMARY . . . you love being full and warm

CONTAINS . . . smut, kissing, cockwarming

"C'mon, just...fuck - thaatt'ss it," he coos, wrapping his arm tighter around your stomach as he spoons you from behind. A sharp moan vibrates against your lips, the feeling of his length stretching you out making everything feel so intense.

Your hand grips his wrist tighter. He kisses along the side of your neck, grinding himself deep inside of you with a desperation to hear your slick heat gliding along his own skin.

"Chris, you...you said we were-"

"Yeah, I...sorry, just...you're so wet, god," he rasps, hissing as he feels your walls collapse around his length with a suffocating warmth.

"-just...there...yeah - that's fuckin' perfect," he whispers, stilling his hips as he tries to take a deep, shaky breath.

You let yourself relax in his hold, the feeling of his palm massaging your lower stomach making the fullness seem even more brutal.

It's perfectly warm.

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this audio make me moan.

the fucking intro im gonna DIE.

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Bouncing on drug!dealer Matt’s cock lazily because he’s high out of his mind and called you late.

Mf eyes are opening and closing while he tries to thrust up into you. You’re doing all the work because you wanna feel good and he wasn’t gonna give you any dick.

(this is consensual)

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Using his nut as skincare

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BOTH SHOULD RIP MY HOLE🤷

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"men suffer in silence" then why am i always hearing about it stfu

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Chris is definitely proud of his cock. He knows how big it is and he knows how to fucking use it. I do think Matt is more likely to have more sex than him but part of me is thinking it’s because, when Chris is fucking you…he can’t stop. He would literally fuck you so hard it’ll be hard to break the habit(iykyk)