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WHERE TF DID MY DRAFT GO

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bearded matt in todays video omg omg omg omg omg

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omg jackieshauna mentioned

this is who yall follow..?

@mattscoquette

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i hate that i blush so easily and my face gets red out of nowhere 💔💔💔

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ᴍᴀᴛᴛꜱꜱᴛᴀʀʟᴇᴛ’ꜱ ᴀᴜ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

dilf!brattamer!chris face fucking brat!reader before his birthday dinner

the rug underneath you gave your knees a carpet burn as your mouth sloppily worked on chris' cock, fucking your throat as if you two didn't have a dinner party to attend in ten minutes.

you were a pretty mess underneath him, your running mascara staining your rosy cheeks while he held your hair in a makeshift ponytail, his free hand wiping away the drool dripping down your chin. yet your eyes still looked up at him, big and round filled with love and neediness as he used you like his little fuck toy.

"you just couldn't wait till after dinner, huh?" he grunts, pushing your head down until your nose touched his naval, keeping you still. your brain went fuzzy at the lack of oxygen, your hands gripping the rough material of his jeans and of course, your pussy aching for his touch. "even on my fuckin' birthday you wanna act greedy."

chris feels you choking on his size, the sight of you trying your best to swallow all of him sends him over the edge, now cupping each side of your face to plow into your mouth, releasing his entire load deep in your throat with loud grunts and moans. his calloused thumb wipes away his dripping cum, feeding it to you, not letting a single droplet go to waste.

"look at you, dollie." he mumbles, his throat feeling dry. he slaps his spent cock against your cheek, chuckling at you, so messy and teary eyed just from sucking him dry. "we don't have time to make you look like a true doll, toy."

you whine, your voice coming out raspy yet still so sweet. "please, daddy."

"now you're worried, huh?" he caresses your face, grinning as you rest your face against his thigh, pleading him for a few minutes to get yourself fixed up. "why're you gonna waste more product when im gonna ruin you some more later, hm?"

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ bring back brattamer!chris said no one. this one was rushed because i had a raging headache LOL but lwk going through a “i hate my writing” phase.

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ive prayed for times like these

will we get a matt or chris boxer pic like nick posted soon?

Yeah.

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐑 | 𝐌.𝐒 ― 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃

𝜗℘ . NEUROSURGEON!MATT x ꒰ INTERN!READER ꒱ .. ⊹ ▶︎ ၊၊||၊ DREAMIN , PARTYNEXTDOOR — THEIR FIRST MEET

WARNINGS : smut, unprotected sex, one-night stand, creampie, hickies, fingering, oral (fem receiving), big dick matt, size kink, dirty talk & praise <3

You’re leaning against the sticky edge of the bar, letting the noise of the room fade around you when he steps up beside you—broad shoulders, hands shoved in his pockets, messy brown curls, eyes that already look like they’ve picked you apart and started again. He’s trouble, and you know it. He knows it too.

“I’m just a guy in a bar,” he says, eyes heavy as they sweep down your body, voice rough and low like he’s been dragging it through a cigarette.

You smile slow. “And I’m just a girl in a bar.”

His head tilts a little, crooked grin flickering across his mouth. “That right?” He shifts closer, and the heat from him rolls into your side. “You always let strange men buy you drinks, sweetheart?”

“Only when they look like you.”

He chuckles at that, a soft scoff through his nose. “Got a mouth on you.” His eyes drop again—to your chest, where your dress dips low. “I bet it’s even prettier when it’s wrapped around somethin’.”

You don’t bother playing coy. Just tilt your chin up and say, “Why don’t you find out?”

He doesn’t need another cue. Your back hits the wall of the living room minutes later, still tasting the whiskey he made you sip off his tongue.

His fingers are already under your dress, pressing, dragging your panties to the side as he mouths at your neck—slow and bruising, like he wants to leave a mark on everything he touches.

His voice is hot against your throat. “Fuckin’ soaked already. All that from me whispering in your ear, baby?” He pulls back enough to watch his fingers drag through the wet mess between your thighs. “What would your friends think if they knew you let a stranger do this to you?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Not when he’s sliding two fingers in and curling them just right, his thumb pressing lazy circles on your clit like he’s got all night to ruin you.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs, voice thick with heat. “Let me see that pretty face.” His free hand grabs your jaw, tilts your head so he can watch you fall apart. “You like bein’ touched by someone you don’t know, huh?”

He fucks you with those fingers, deep and slow, the pads of them brushing your softest spots until your knees nearly give out. “Say it,” he says, lips brushing your temple. “Say you like it.”

“I like it,” you gasp, voice thin, shaking.

“Damn right you do,” he says, mouth dragging down your neck again, biting gently. “You’re fuckin’ filthy, sweetheart.”

He drops to his knees like it’s nothing—like he’s meant to worship you—and pushes your dress up around your hips, burying his face in you without hesitation. It’s vulgar the way he moans against your pussy, tongue lapping messily, spreading spit like he wants to drown in the taste of you.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans into you. “This pussy’s unreal. Can’t believe you’re letting me taste it before I even know your name.”

You cry out when he sucks your clit into his mouth, fingers digging into the back of his head. He laughs softly, cruelly, eyes flicking up to watch you fall apart. “Yeah, you’re not gonna forget me after this.”

He eats like it’s a goddamn meal, tongue slow and deep, then fast and cruel, like he knows exactly how to bring you to the edge. When your legs start shaking, he pulls back just to spit on you—wet, messy, hot—and licks it back up with a satisfied hum.

“Gonna make you come just like this,” he mutters, mouth glistening. “And then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget anyone else ever existed.”

And he does.

Your back hits the floor with a low thud, carpet scratching your skin, but it doesn’t matter—his cock’s out now, thick and leaking against your thigh as he strokes it slow, letting you see everything.

“You see this, baby?” he mutters, dragging the tip through your folds, soaking himself in you. “Gonna stretch you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He presses in slowly, cursing under his breath as he feels you squeeze around him. “God damn,” he groans, head dropping to your shoulder. “You’re tight as fuck. Jesus—made for me, huh?”

You nod, or try to. All you can do is cling to his arms as he starts to move—deep, deliberate strokes that hit all the way up into your chest.

“You take it so good,” he pants, reaching down to hold your face. “So fuckin’ perfect for me. Just a girl in a bar, huh?” His voice drops into a mocking croon. “Look at you now. Fucked out on the floor for a guy you don’t even know.”

You moan his name—what little of it you know—and he groans hard, thrusting deeper like he’s trying to make you scream it again. “Yeah, baby. Say it again. Louder.”

He doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, whimpering, begging under him. He tilts your tits up, spitting between them, then fucks his cock between them before sliding back into you hard enough to punch a moan out of your lungs.

“Sweetheart,” he growls, hands gripping your hips, “you’re gonna make me lose my fuckin’ mind.”

And when he finally comes—loud and low, buried deep inside you—you feel it pulse through every inch of your body. He doesn’t pull out, just rocks into you slow, grinding your clit until you’re twitching around him again, crying into his neck as he holds you close.

“Shhh,” he whispers, mouth warm against your cheek. “That’s it, baby. You did so fuckin’ good for me. So perfect. Just relax.”

And you do. Both of you a mess, tangled together on the floor, breathing heavy. He shifts just enough to tug you into his chest, hand still on your ass, body still warm inside you.

Neither of you say a word.

Neither of you move.

The room falls quiet except for your breathing, your skin stuck together with sweat, and the slow drift of sleep sinking into your bones.

He doesn’t let you go.

And you don’t want him to.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 (❀) .. I FINALLY FINISHED A FEW PROMPTS FOR THEM !! AFTER EONS AND EONS AND YEARS

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 - @chriss-slutt @55sturn @chrysiie @il0vey0um0st @trustinsturniolos @ivydre4ms @raes-library @mattsplaything @emely9274 @pip4444chris @whore4mattsturniolo @sweetshuga @courta13 @divinesturn @aaliyahsturniolo @chris-hallelujah @mi-co-uk @ivysturnss @sweetpeabreezyree @christophersgf @bluestriips @angelic-sturniolos111 @shadowthesim237 @moond0llie @eeyoresturnz @ellssturn @fratbrochrisgf @teddystvrns @pvssychicken @ribbonlovergirl @chrisspussygang @vanteguccir @tits4matt @bambisturns @luvs4matt @delilahsturniolo @fadedstvrn @ariieeesworld @oopsiedaisydeer @rubyychriss @babyt0matoes @kenah-sturniolo @desturns @ifwdominicfike @sturns-mermaid @pair-of-pantaloons @bbgirlmatt @backwardshatnick @gregs-child @sturnlovematt22 @tezzzzzzzz @cynbx <3

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we got over this picture WAY too quickly

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and if i do a fall theme THEN WHAT

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ANYWAY hihihi how are you my angel

HELLO HELLO !! im sooo good pretty!! how are you??

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billie eilish tits clairo bangs uhhhhh matt sturniolo ass chris sturniolo lips epic awesome cool need that yeah i’m sleep deprived can you tell

seems about right yeah

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your theme is so beautiful oh em geesh

lets talk about YOURRRRR theme though ohmygosh

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nerd!matt and cheerleader!reader are watching a movie but cant seem to stay focused

warnings: suggestive content

it wasn’t a surprise to you that matt wanted you to watch all of the star wars movies. he had brought it up before, but he had never gotten you to actually commit to it. he had gotten close. very close. but now, you were at a point of no return. now stuck in matts bedroom, close enough to him on his bed that you could hear the way his heart would skip beats when the movies would get more intense.  it was about halfway into the third movie- the third chronological movie, not the third released movie, which matt had made abundantly clear to you- that your eyes had began to shut. it wasn’t intentional, nor was it meant to upset matt, but it was happening. 

matt groans quietly when he sees the way your lids flutter slowly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. his hand, previously held at his side, moves to your cheek, turning you to face him. you whine quietly when his glasses bump into your nose slightly, eyes widening as your eyes finally focus on his own. “you’re fallin asleep.” matt whispers, pressing his face further into your neck. his hand sneaks down to your thigh, gently pulling your legs apart. barely, but you can still feel the rush of cool air hit right in the place you needed it most. you giggle as you wrap your arm gently around matt’s neck, ruffling the back of his hair carefully.

“i’m sorry baby… these movies just aren’t my thing! and listen i love you, i do and i really mean it and yes that guy who’s spying on the other guy is really hot i’m just… bored. it’s 97 degrees outside and we should be at the beach or something! these movies will be here always. right?” your words are sweet at the core, the way your voice always is when it comes to matt. he hums for a moment before he shakes his head, looking out his window briefly. 

“too hot out there. my room is nice and air conditioned.” matt whispers, pressing another kiss to your neck. you chuckle quietly as he continues to kiss his way down the length of your neck, stopping briefly at the waistband of your shorts. “c-can i..?” he speaks, breath muffled by the skin of your stomach. matts smirk widens when you nod, spreading your legs open slightly. the movie in the background was still going, but for once, matt didn’t seem to actually care about it. “gonna take care of you okay? you just keep watchin the movie.”

a/n: nerd!matt is alive and well everybody :3 if anybody wants a part two to this im sure i can work something up but for now, i hope this holds everyone over for a few months

(for @oopsiedaisydeer , nerd!matts first fan)

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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