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ur theme is so pretty

eee thank youu !!

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i love your blog SOOOOO much hello??

aw thank you so much !!

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⟢ rewarding pervy!sub!matt after he controlled his urges all day ⸝⸝

the second the door shuts behind you, you grab matt by the shirt, pressing him up against the wall. the shock in his eyes lasted only a moment before it melted into his usual breathless submission.

“you didn’t touch me,” you hummed, voice low, dripping with approval. “all day, you were being so good.”

“i- i wanted to,” he breathes, already panting. “wanted to really bad..”

“i know you did, sweetheart— i know.” your hand slides up under his shirt, fingers trailing over the soft muscles of his abdomen. “are y’gonna let me use that tension you built up?” you added, though you already knew the answer.

he’d barely nodded before you kissed him hard — open mouthed, greedy, devouring. your hands dragged down to his belt, working it loose with practiced ease. he groans into your mouth at the sudden movements, hips already twitching forward, seeking friction.

but you pull back, just enough to make him whimper. “mm-mm,” you scold softly, “you don’t get to thrust, or fuck. you get what i give you.”

you shove him backward onto the bed to emphasize your point, climbing on top and straddling his hips, eyes fixed on the tenting of his red boxers. you can feel how hard he is, straining through the fabric as his sensitive tip rubs against it, practically begging for contact. you grind against him slowly, deliberately, and his entire body arches under you like he’s about to break.

“please,” he whispers, voice shaking. “please let me…”

“let you what?” you ask, rocking your hips again, making him gasp. “touch me? y’want me to let you come already? tell me what you want.”

he looks up at you, cheeks flushed a light red tone that compliments his pale skin, eyes wild. “please, need to feel you. ’ve been so good. didn’t touch, i didn’t stare too long…” he reminds you in a desperate plea, whining like you were depriving him of something essential, “i held it all in for you, mama. please… just let me feel you.”

you lean down, your lips brushing his ear featherlight, sending shivers down his spine. “you’re gonna worship me with your mouth first. then, if i’m satisfied, you can have more. understand?”

he nods furiously, eyes already darting toward your thighs as you start to undress slowly. they glimmered with excitement at the sight, allowing you to savor the way his gaze follows every movement like he’s starving.

“good boy,” you murmur. “now lie back… and don’t stop ‘til i tell you, alright?”

「LETTIE SPEAKS」 ⋮ does the title count as click bait if i plan to make a part two where he actually gets his reward? 😅

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thank you so much for the tag !! 😊

aesthetic, character, me:

last one is super accurate haha

tags: @delilahsturniolo , @clairomatt , @lsdchris

୨ৎ — TAG GAME !!

let pinterest describe you to its best abilitys and share how accurate you believe it is!! use the first picture that pops up!!

first search “aesthetic”, then “character”, and lastly “me”

i think mine is pretty accurate!!😭

no pressure tags ⋆˙⟡ @mattybsgroupie @bernardsbendystraws @mattsweethrt @mattscoquette @whore4mattandchris @whor3ing @stvrniolostan @chrisbratt333 + anyone else who would like to join in!!

— have fun ᥫ᭡

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ur theme is soooo cute!

thank you soo much omg !! yours is the cutest ever 🤎

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⟢ matt likes the riskiness of fucking you against the windows of the tour bus ⸝⸝

everyone was sure to get suspicious soon, but matt seem to didn’t care. you guys had slipped away from the party fairly unnoticed, leaving his friend, family, and the crew members behind to partake in your own private celebration on the bus.

you guys hadn’t seen each other in at least two weeks, making this long overdue. your bare chest was pushed against the windows, squishing your breats as your hands marked the glass with the natural oils of your fingers.

tall and wide, the windows gave a panoramic view of nothing and everything all at once, like a secret stage no one was watching. his strong hands tugged at the skin of your sides, pulling him into his hips as he leaned over you to place a kiss between your shoulder blades. the cool surface shocked your skin, but the heat of his urgency drowned it out.

you were embarrassed—each touch had you skittish, jumping slightly at the kiss. “no one’s out there,” he assured you, dipping lower to place another kiss on your lower back, “but i wish there were.”

“matt,” you hissed, warning him without words not to push it any further.

he hummed in response. grunts left his mouth at a melodic tempo, hips snapping into yours with a rhythm that left no room for hesitation, only need.

hard. deep. only controlled in the loosest sense.

each thrust made the window rattle softly, made your body tremble. “needed this… you…” matt mumbled, lost in the bliss of your gummy, textured walls clenching around his throbbing length, “shit, i’ve been thinkin’ about you for weeks.”

his fingers found your asscheeks, curling around them to give a gentle squeeze. his hands spread them apart, an attempt to give himself a better view of his dick sliding in and out of you. it have him a better angle, more depth and pressure — the moan it pulled from your throat made his jaw tick.

there were no lights on. no eyes to see or ears to hear, but just like him, part of you wanted to be watched. you wanted someone to see how he wrecked you, holding nothing back, and giving you everything.

「LETTIE SPEAKS」 ⋮ a hint of taboo, but nothing too crazy. we have voyeurism at it’s finest people 👏🏻

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theme is insane i love it so so much omg .

thank youuu ! i love yours too

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i am SO excited for southern gothic!matt i think its going to heal me

i’m super excited to write for him !! i’ve already started the introduction type thingy but i have sooo many other ideas that i can’t wait to get out too 😊

[oldamerica]

OMG I LOVE your theme sm!!! 🫶🏻

thank you so much !! i love yours too 🤎

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⟢ matt knows you’re super needy, he just doesn’t want to give it to you ⸝⸝

“you’re such a needy girl,” matt whispers, referring to the way your hands are exploring underneath his shirt, “what’s got you wound up so tight, hm?”

the beard. you were pleased to see that he hadn’t shaved it when stopped by the barber earlier today, instead, coming home with it neatly lined up and trimmed, kept at the perfect length. the new style had him looking grown, just the way you liked it.

just the sound of his gruff voice had curling around your skin had you burning, body aching for his touch. your desire is so apparent that calling it out seems like overkill, but matt doesn’t give himself to you, no—he likes to watch you want.

you press a kiss to the column of his throat. “not yet,” matt warns, voice low and smooth, like velvet over a blade. his fingers brushing where you want him most, making your breath hitch, but then he’s gone again.

you’re pulsing with need, legs closing together without thinking. matt smiles when your dainty hands ball up around his button up, brows knitting slightly as you tried to pull him closer. “matty… come on,” you plead, snapping a bit, “just touch me.”

his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, a slight shake of his head. “you watch that attitude,” his voice hardly raises, but you can still catch the sternness of it.

finally, his hands find your waist, roaming freely above your clothes. they explore every curve, like he’s trying to memorize the backroads. one hand trails up, cupping your breast with a practiced ease, while the other dips. his fingers slide beneath your waistband, but they don’t dare go lower. “say it.”

“matt,” you groan, writhing against him in hopes that it’ll shimmy his hand down, “please.”

“not good enough.” he leans in head tilting to litter your neck with gentle, opened mouth kisses that leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. his hand presses into your tummy, just enough to make your hips twitch.

“baby, please — need you inside me.”

there it is. that break in your voice, the surrender he was waiting for. his eyes are dark now, shoving his hand straight into your pajama shorts to pull aside your panties. the only warning he gives you when he shoves his long digits into your already sopping cunt is a brow raise, already knowing you would take anything you could get by the way you panted.

and you cry out; not from pain, but from sheer relief. the rhythm he sets has you reeling. “you got it,” he assures you, “be good and you might get my dick, too.”

「LETTIE SPEAKS」 ��� hey guys, first fic on this account ! sorry it’s not a full smut but i hope you enjoy anyways :)

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MEET ・・・ americana.ᐟreader

you can be the boss, lana del rey ⟢ nineteen , every small town man’s favorite , lacy panties , known for her flirty personality , either super tight or super loose clothes, no in between , red & white toyota 1995 , cowgirl boots with everything , picnics alone , fresh manicures , leading men on , animal lover , ribbons & bows , daddy’s angel

best paired with ⸝⸝⸝ southern gothic!matt

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MEET ・・・ southern gothic.ᐟmatt

tennessee whiskey, chris stapleton ⟢ twenty-three , here for a good time, not a long time , heavy smoker , hard working , hunting camo & flannel , colorful expressions , gun in his dash at all times , unresolved trauma , hand kisses , always on the road , smooth talker , pub crawler

best paired with ⸝⸝⸝ americana!reader

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your theme & @ are literally everything like helloooo & also another aries ?? hell yes 🙂‍↕️

omg thank you so much !! and yayy, i love my aries girlies 😊

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crush:〝i wanna, uh, him in the back of his mom’s murcury〞⸝⸝ ⟢ 「i’m SCARLETTE」 , call me LETTIE .ᐟ eighteen , ethel cain defender , brown lip liner , floral cowgirl boots , aries , old country , marlboro reds , flannels , coffee , earth tones

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