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what’s super delicious and rhymes with troccoli?

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Bro if Nick wasn’t gay I’d be saying some unholy shit.

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ur bitch is writing a scary story

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WHAT IN GODS NAME

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Everything. - Matt X Fem!reader

sad reader

fight!

fluff/angst

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Ok, I pissed him off.

Matt and I were just talking the other day until suddenly, he brought something up. “You know, y/n/bsf is kinda cute”. I just looked at him a little confused. “What did you say?” He just looks at me with a weird look. 

“You heard me, she’s just kinda cute”

“Don’t say that Matt, we’re dating” I tell him, chuckling slightly.

His tone gets slightly more aggressive. “I just said she was cute, calm down”. I’m shocked. Why is he getting mad at me over this?

“Don’t tell me to calm down, you’re calling my best friend ‘cute’ and we’re dating, Matt! Do you not see the issue?” He looks angry now. “Y/n stop! You’re being so fucking dramatic!” He says, laughing sarcastically. 

“I’m not being dramatic! Don’t call my best friend cu-“ I get cut off with him screaming in my face, “GOD HOW DO I PUT UP WITH YOU? YOU'RE SO ANNOYING BRO!” My expression drops. Seriously?

“ok sorry” I chuckle nervously. My body language changes and I feel almost numb. I am being dramatic but god, hearing it from your boyfriend is rough. Tears form in my eyes and I just stand there silently. Then finally, his facial expression changes. “O-oh my god baby. Y/n, I'm so sorry. You know I didn’t mea-“ “you didn’t mean it?! you didn’t mean to call my best friend cute and call me dramatic?” My tone is still aggressive as I’m about to cry. He just stands there silently. “I’m gonna go”, I say to his face, walking towards his bedroom door. “No wait!” I ignore him. I walk to the front door, put my shoes on, and leave the house. Suddenly, my tears fall as I walk to my car. I step in my car and just sob for a second until I finally feel like I can drive away.

Silence. Something I don’t get a lot of. I sit there in silence, driving back to my house with tears falling down heavily from my eyes. I can still hear his aggressive and loud tone he gave me. Maybe I am dramatic. No, I’m not… any girl would be mad about that, right?

Incoming call: matt ❤️

I look at my phone and realize that Matt's calling. I just cry harder. I can’t bring myself to answer the call. Everything in me knows exactly what he’s gonna say.

“Baby, I’m sorry. You know I love you so much. I’m sorry for what I said, cmon baby. Forgive me, please?”

The thought of those words makes my stomach hurt. I never wanna hear those words out of his mouth but especially not right now. I keep driving until suddenly, I’m finally home. I immediately get out of my car, unlock the front door, and run to my room. I cry more, god, maybe I am dramatic. 

Incoming call (2): matt ❤️

This man is gonna drive me insane. I now feel obligated to answer it, so I take a deep breath and pick up my phone to answer his stupid call. His first words.

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

His words hit me like a brick. Is he sorry? Or does he just miss me? Even worse, does he miss me? Or does he just miss my body? I stay silent, waiting for him to talk again.

“You know I love you so much.”

Does he? I mean he just called my best friend cute a little while ago. Does he love me? Or does he just want me back to make me sound gullible. He keeps talking,

“I’m sorry for what I said, cmon baby.”

Sorry?! No way he’s “sorry”. He called my best friend cute, called me dramatic, called me annoying, etc. And he’s “sorry”?!  And now he’s calling me baby again. Another tear falls silently as I listen to him speak one more time.

“Forgive me, please?”

I'm numb. What the fuck. Forgive him… for what? I mean in reality, what did he do? But in the same way, what did I do? I’m coming to realize neither of us really did anything wrong in the first place. But I can’t forgive him that easily.

“I can't just forgive you, Matt.” My voice is

shaky, he’s gonna notice i’m crying.

“Baby, are you crying?” His voice changes to concern. I don’t just wanna tell him “yea I

am”. 

“Yes, Matt! Obviously I'm crying! You just yelled at me for just being a little jealous!” I raise my voice and my voice gets slightly shakier.

“Babygirl… I’m sorry. You know I am, baby. Just breathe. Take some deep breaths sweet girl.” God those fucking nicknames. I listen to him and take deep breaths. Suddenly, my brain goes quiet. Why was I even mad at him? 

“I-I’m sorry Matt. I didn’t mean anything I did. I-I love you” His face softens. He grabs my chin softly and kisses me. I kiss back as tears stream from my eyes. He pulls away and wipes my eyes for me.

 “Don’t cry sweetheart… shhhhh it’s okay. I love you so much,”

“you’re my everything”.

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sneak peak !

this post is gonna be so bad but wtv

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heyyy!! so i’m working on a fic rn but just so yall know, it’s gonna be sad/angst. well maybe not SAD but idk. imma write more smut after that tho ‼️‼️ 😍😍

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Always. - Soft!Matt Sturniolo X Anxious y/n

❤️ fluff ❤️

my second post! PLEASE tell me what you think of this 🙏🙏

This is so short lmao

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Y/N POV:

I have everything. I had money, expensive and trendy clothes, skincare, makeup, and a fucking amazing boyfriend. But, do I really have everything?

Anxiety. One of my biggest issues.

Everything usually goes smoothly. I get nervous sometimes but I’m normally fine. I take my meds, I keep track of how I feel, I go to therapy occasionally. But today was different. I felt different.

Sitting in my bed on my phone, I notice a sudden rush of worry come over me. I look away from my phone to look around my room, but nothing is different. A few minutes pass with me still on my phone and my worry only increases. My breathing feels different and I start to worry even more. I put my phone down so I can fully focus on how I feel and I finally realize that I don’t feel like myself. I’m shaking slightly, my eyes feel heavy, my breathing is kind of hard to control, that shit.

I try to take a deep breath but it’s so hard. I put my hand on my chest over my heart and my heartbeat is pounding fast. My breathing only gets worse and my eyes get watery.

A panic attack.

I’m freaking out. At this point, I’m sobbing and shaking like crazy. I can’t control my breathing at all and it’s stressing me out so bad.

I immediately grab my phone to text my boyfriend.

After only about 5 minutes, I hear a knock at my front door and I just yell, “it’s open!!”.

Matt runs upstairs to my room with a stuffed teddy bear in his hands. 

“Hi baby girl. It’s okay, you’re okay,” he says while walking over to my bed. He sits on my bed and hugs me immediately, running his hand softly on my back. I cry in his arms. “Shhhh baby… it’s okay. Take a few deep breaths for me. Can you do that for me?” My breathing slowly slows down after about 5 deep breaths and Matt smiles at me. “Good girl, you did so good,” he starts to say, “I’m so proud of you”. I keep hugging him, loving the feeling of being in his arms.

After I feel better and calmed down, Matt decides to cook me up some chicken noodle soup and he gets me sour patch kids. We lay down together on my bed and watch a movie while cuddled up together. I hug the little bear he got me and it makes me feel so calm and happy, knowing i’m in his presence. We just lay and watch the movie together when he suddenly kisses my forehead and smiles at me.

“I love y-you so much matt…”

“I love you so much more baby, I’m always here for you. Always.”

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not impressive compared to others but thank you!!

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you are so pretty!!!! 🫶🫶

THANK YOUU 💕

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face reveal !

hi, im lauren ! im 16 but EVERYONE says I have a baby face 😭 I’ll probably delete this soon but yea, here u go

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Class reunion - sub!Chris Sturniolo X Y/n (fem)

‼️ SMUT ‼️

my first post !!

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Y/N POV:

I’ve always liked Chris. Always, but especially since one day in 6th grade. 

“Give me that back!!” he yelled at me.

“No, beg for it!” I start giggling at him.

Something changes in his eyes, almost like he just seemed in my control.

“Please. I’m sorry. Just please”. 

My expression drops. He sounded so weak, like he needed something from me. He was quite literally begging. I immediately gave it back to him and he smirked at me, almost an evil smirk. 

I still think about that day often. Especially when he has a certain look on his face. The look just screams pure submissiveness. His puppy eyes, his red pouty lips… oh my god. He makes me feel weak. I think it would be wrong to say I’m obsessed with him but I'm definitely obsessed with him. He’s just perfect and I just can’t deal with it.

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It’s our 4 year class reunion. It’s only been 4 years but when I show up, I feel like I don’t remember some people. I’m 21 now, and I guess everyone else is my age or older too. I came in a tight silky black dress and some brand new tennis shoes, nothing fancy. I do some fancier makeup though, just so I look nice for people. Though I never cared how I looked during high school. 

“Hey y/n!” A familiar voice calls out from behind me. I turn around and it’s my high school friend, Tessa.

“Oh my god, hey Tess! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Ugh, I know! You look amazing, how’ve you been?” she asks, smiling at me.

“So do you! I’ve been good, everything’s going good.”

We talk for 10 minutes and then I go around to look at food and decorations. I run into a few familiar faces and give a short conversation. I decide to get some fruit punch just to carry around and drink while I’m here. I finish filling up my class when I turn around and bump into someone, spilling some of my drink on them.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry”.

I look up at this person's face and realize it’s Chris. Chris Sturniolo. My school crush. I slightly blush at him due to embarrassment but also the fact that I’m right in front of him. He seems slightly pissed but he calms down.

“You’re fine, I know it was an accident. You’re y/n, right?” he says in a fun tone.

“Yea, and you’re Chris, right?” I already know who he is.

“Yup, surprised you didn’t call me Matt”. He jokes. God, I missed him.

“Couldn’t mistake you for Matt, trust me”.

He smirks and tilts his head slightly. “Oh really? Why not?” I suddenly freeze. I can’t just tell him I had and still have a crush on him, that’s so awkward. I realize I’m blushing so I disguise it with me being “nervous”. “Oh uh, you were just in a lot of my classes, especially in senior year.”

“Ohhh, right right. So, how’ve you been? You’ve changed… a lot”

I look a little confused. Have I really? I mean I was still going through puberty until senior year. My boobs got a little bigger and my face got skinnier along with the rest of my body and just a minor color difference to my hair. But god, Chris is realizing this? Does this mean he noticed me in high school too? 

“Really? Thanks I guess”

“Of course… you look good” He says ‘good’ almost seductively. I want to ignore it but I just can’t. 

“Thank you… you do too” I smile sweetly.

We talk for a little while longer and I play everything off well, almost no hints I like him. I’m still talking to him when I look down just to avoid eye contact.

He’s hard.

My eyes widen at the sight. I avoid eye contact at all costs to make sure he doesn’t know I know.

“Hey. Whatcha lookin at?”

Shit, he knows. 

“O-oh nothing. Sorry” I laugh it off to avoid embarrassment. He walks closer to me. The 3 feet in front of me turns into a foot or less.

“I know what you’re looking at, sweetheart.” He whispers seductively. “I’m not fooling you, you saw what you saw. Neither of us can hide it now”.

I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m silent for a few seconds when his hand reaches up to bring my chin to look at him.

“I’m talking to you.”

“I-I.. I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry sweetheart. Wanna help me with this?” He tilts his head down to look at his erection. I know what I want to say. But do I say it? I just nod dumbly. He chuckles and says, “Let’s go find a room then, pretty girl.”

We walk upstairs and Chris waves at a few people on the way. God I forgot he’s popular. We finally find a bedroom and Chris opens the door. The second we’re inside, He pushes me against the door and kisses me roughly. He pushes me back a little more so he can lock the door while still in the kiss. His tongue slides on my bottom lip, asking for an entrance to which I immediately obey. I whimper into the kiss only making him get rougher with me. His hands make their way up to my lower hips and he grabs them, making me whimper again. I can feel him smiling.

He pulls away suddenly. I look at him and his eyes are blown out, almost no blue is seen anymore. He looks needy, so needy. 

“Awww you look desperate”. I say in a joking tone.

“Please” is all he can blurt out. I smile and kiss him, I’m taking all control. I kiss him rougher and he starts whimpering. God, it’s so attractive. After a minute, I pull away from the kiss.

“How about we lay on the bed? That okay baby?”

He blushes and his eyes get wider at the nickname. He nods eagerly. I grab his hand and he sits on the edge of the bed. I sit on his thighs to straddle him. I look down to look at his eyes and he looks desperate. I grab his face and kiss him again but this time, I tilt my head a little to really get into the kiss and I can tell he likes this way more. My hand makes its way down his neck, to his chest, then right down to his bulge in his pants. I lightly palm over it and he inhales sharply at the touch. I start palming a little harder and little whines and moans come out of his mouth. 

“Tell me what you want baby,” I tell him, looking in his eyes.

Something in his eyes changes in that moment.

“P-please suck me off. Please y/n.” He says in a whiny voice. I smirk and get on my knees in front of him. I motion for him to take his pants off and he immediately obeys. He takes his boxers off and he’s rock hard. I look at him to make sure he’s fully okay with this and he nods, looking down at me. Finally, I lightly stroke his dick with my middle finger and he squirms slightly. 

I hold his thigh down with my open hand, “Stop squirming or i’ll stop.” He nods and immediately replies, “I-i’m sorry.” I stroke harder and a little faster with just my middle finger still and everything in his body is trying to stop him from squirming. I use my whole hand now and he moans quietly.

“Be loud, baby. It’s okay” I reassure him.

I start stroking him faster and he moans louder. “Y/n, pleaseeee.. o-oh please”

I look at him right in the eyes. “What Chris? What do you want?” He looks down right at my eyes and says, “suck me off.. please y/n/n” 

Everything in me changes after he says my nickname while he’s begging for me. I immediately open my mouth and go for it. I start with the tip and he gasps. He’s trying so hard not to move at all and it makes me smile slightly. Then, I finally lower my mouth and bob my head up and down at a decent pace. He’s a whimpering mess at this point. He keeps saying shit like,

“Pleaseeeee… oh my god”

“So good baby, so good for me”

“Holyyyyy…”

I start bobbing my head faster and I suck a little harder as he’s moaning louder by the second. 

“Y/n god… HOLY-“ I cover his mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up, Chris. Do you want everyone at our goddamn class reunion to hear you moaning for me?” He shakes his head aggressively. “Yea, I didn’t think so.”

I move faster and he’s a mess. His eyes are watering, he’s sweating, whimpering non stop.

I keep doing this until finally I let go. He whines at the loss of contact, I finally take off my dress and reveal that I’m not wearing a bra. His eyes almost immediately look at my tits and he’s in awe. I stand up to take off my black lace panties and he whimpers at the sight.

“God please y/n.. I need you, all of you. You’re so fucking gorgeous” I blush.

“Thank you chris..” I straddle his thighs, right below his dick. He looks directly in my eyes with desire and I lift myself up, right above his dick. 

“How badly do you want this, Chris? Tell me baby.”

“So… so fucking bad y/n. God, please baby. Please ride my cock…” His little whiny voice is so sweet, I can’t say no.

I finally lower myself on his cock and he throws his head back. “You're such a good boy… right? My good boy?” Doe eyes. He gives me straight doe eyes. “Y-yes y/n. I’m your good boy, only yours”.

I finally bottom out and kiss him while I wait  a minute to get used to this feeling. Once I finally get used to it, I start bouncing slowly. 

“H-holy shit.” He exhales. I whimper slightly at the good feeling.

I start bouncing faster and harder and Chris is a fucking mess, this guy doesn’t shut up. He’s whining or whimpering every second, begging me to keep going. “Please, baby. Don’t stop now, please…” “I’m not gonna stop Chris. Calm down, sweetheart…”

I bounce harder and kiss his collarbones while doing so. His legs start shaking and I know what’s about to come out of his mouth. “Y/n… f-fuck I’m.. I’m so close…”

“Yea? Be a good boy and hold it for a little while longer”. I don’t want to sound rude, I just really want us to enjoy our orgasm together. “P-please… please let me cum”

“Almost baby.. it’s okay, almost.”

Tears fall from his eyes as he grabs my hips hard. “P-please!! God y/n/n. PLEASE” His legs shake, indicating he’s so close. “Y/N I NEED TO CU-“ He cuts himself off with a moan while releasing inside of me. I follow with my orgasm a few seconds later, moaning his name quietly.

I slow my actions down, letting him finish. “F-fuck y/n. I’m so sorry… I-I couldn’t hold it…”

I grab his jaw to force him to look at him. “It’s okay baby. I know… I know it was hard.” I grab his face and kiss him sweetly, reassuring him. “You did sooo good for me, Chris. So fucking good” He blushes at my compliment.

“Let’s get us cleaned up” I say, walking to the bathroom to get a wet towel. I cleaned us up for 5 minutes and we lay in bed for a few minutes. We both get our clothes back on and walk out. Yes, my dream with my goddamn crush came true. When we got out, no one looked like they knew what happened. 

Until…

“You dirty little whores.” Nick looks at us both, disgusted.

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things chris says when he’s about to 💦:

“fuck baby don’t stop”

“where do you want it? can i cum on your ass baby?”

(literally just loud groaning)

(spanking like crazy, needy grabbing)

“that’s a good girl” when he cums😍😍😍😍

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requests

someone give me any idea for a story. literally any idea.