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if i wasn’t a fan girl i think i would’ve kms by now

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i need somebody to edit matt with knuckle velvet by ethel cain please please ill do ANYTHING

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i will forever be jealous of the people who have seen dominic fike live omg

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i love you sub!chris 😞😞

on film 𝜗𝜚 christopher sturniolo

cw- finger sucking, sub!chris, choking, smacking.

prettiness was your weakness. and chris was very pretty. especially right now. denim shirt layered over a simple long sleeve, messy curls poking out of his branded hat. eyes a vibrant blue, and lips perfectly pink with scratchy stubble adorning his chin. he looked godly. even while in such a vulnerable position—on his knees. for you.

your fingers caress his face, feeling up every inch of skin you could reach. his breath hitched as you moved, your touch making him nervous. your digits wander around his lips and into his mouth, tongue wetting your fingertips. you position the camera just right to capture this moment. him shamelessly accepting your fingers into his mouth.  the sound of the camera taking a picture breaks the intense eye contact between you both, chris blinking and falling back a bit.

moving around, you push your fingers further into his mouth, eager to take another picture. without instruction, chris wraps his lips around them, casually beginning to suck as if your fingers were candy. capturing his bliss, you snap another photo of him. allowing him to suck a bit longer, you rack your brain for picture ideas. the goal was to have a collection of them. just for you. for your eyes only.

letting him breathe, you slowly pull your fingers out of his mouth. leaving them wet and almost sticky. quickly his eyes were back on yours, silently questioning you. “wasn't done yet,” he frowns, reaching for you. his complaint goes in one ear and out the other; you have no interest in hearing him right now. “shh, m’not done taking pictures.” with still-wet fingers, you wrap your hand around his neck, filling the space between his shirt collar and his chin. the prickles of his facial hair tickle your fingers as you move them around to get a good grip.  a choked whine escapes his lips as you squeeze not too hard, but enough to mess with his breathing. “smile, baby,” you coo, preparing to take another photo.

he lazily smiles as you take it, the flash blinding him momentarily. “good boy,” you praise, words bringing a blush to his cheeks. you hold him in place as you think, you didn't want anything too explicit, but you needed something good to look at. “can i suggest something?” he asks, leaning into you. you nod, curious to hear what he has to say. “hit me?” the idea intrigues you greatly, and your face shows it as you think about it. think about how red his face will get. how a handprint might appear if you hit him hard enough. “naughty boy.”

with a free neck, chris moves his head around before angling it properly, showing his good side for you. his skin is soft under your palm as you rub his cheeks. “i’m ready. please,” he begs, waiting for you to move. raising your arm, you hold your fingers together and quickly swing, striking him hard. so hard he nearly gets whiplash from the hit. you expect him to wince, curse, or even shout, but he doesn't. instead, he moans. so shamelessly. you snap multiple pictures, catching him moaning, holding his cheek, and the redness as it appears. “god, you're pretty.”

as you move to put the camera away, he stops you, holding your wrist in place. “take more. please, have more ideas,” he whines, not wanting this to end. you raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what more you could possibly capture. “m-mark me? please,” he adds, showing you his naked neck. looking down at him, you smile, touching his neck before stooping to his level. once close enough, you lick a stripe along his neck, tasting his salty skin. you hold his skin between your teeth for a couple seconds before licking and sucking on the new bite mark. he whimpers as you claim him, enjoying every moment.

for good cause, you add a couple more hickies. marking him good for the picture. pulling out the camera again, you hold his neck up, getting a good angle. before snapping quick but good pictures. “i'm not even close to being done with you. gonna ruin you,” you smile, pushing the hat off his head.

✉️ @courta13 @angelth1n @sturnspup @lanaloverlol @izzylovesmatt @angel-sturn1

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tiniest little bugs

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Can streamer Matt just come back already

My gosh…

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they don't call me shakespear for no reason

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okay wait i need to lock in and finish that billie fic

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MHMMMMMMMM

pornstar!matt making camgirl!reader wear handcuffs while he fucks her with a dildo.

"relax why're you so tense, hm?" matt speaks softly in a low tone, his hand running up your spine sending goosebumps throughout your skin. he had you face down, ass up on his bed, one of his many filming cameras propped up all the while your hands were restrained with a pair of fuzzy purple handcuffs behind your back.

you can't quiet your sweet noises, tears spilling down onto the sheets as matt slowly fucks you with a matching purple dildo, one that he molded just for you. his gaze locked on the sight of your creamy hole gripping onto the toy, your body jolting forward each time the familiar tip was met with your cervix, smirking devilishly.

"where you goin', sweetheart? you look so pretty with this fake cock in your tight little cunt." he coos, moving his free hand to grip the middle part of the cuffs, tugging you back, earning a broken sob from your lips. "oh don't be so whiny, baby, i know you want the real thing."

"i could see your thighs shaking, sweet girl." he says with extra cockiness, grinning at the sound of metal being tugged on as it refrains you from gripping the sheets. he picks up the pace, his own cock hurting, rock hard against his jeans, he could just cum at the wet sounds coming from your sloppy hole. "oh, you're gushing."

"matt—fuck — please," you sob, your thighs a trembling mess, more so when you feel his fingers on your bud, driving you to the edge. you felt the coil in your tummy snap, fluid spurting out forming a big wet patch on his bed, your body vibrating while matt continued to fuck you through it, giving you deep strokes, groaning at the lovely, messy sight.

"oh look at you... such a messy messy girl over some fake dick." he mumbles, pulling out the dildo with a slick, wet 'pop', crouching down to level with your fucked pussy, kissing you lightly. "you look so fuckable like this. all cuffed up for me to use tonight."

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

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note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ lwk wouldn’t mind if you guys hate this one omggg.

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MATT IN PINK THOUGH??? 😋😋

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im gonna watch the video later but why does chris have that fuck ass hat on 💔💔

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you’re vibe is genuinely the cutest oh em gee

ohemgee you’re so sweet thank you !!

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that’s what i’m talking about

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my phone isnt waterproof enough 4 this ..

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that's great to hear !!! i've been doing pretty well, been trying to gather motivation for angst because i may or may not still have to write the last two fics of my fic marathon????

and i missed u too, sweet girl !!!

ugh thats so real, im actually so obsessed with your writing I NEED YOUR TALENT BABY

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HIIIIIHDAFJJIKNJJHJIIIII

HIIIIHAISISSJAUJ ALSO YOUR THEME OMG IM SCREAMING I LOVE IT

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i need him so bad

smoker!matt save meeeee …