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[mattsgracie]

texts pt. 1!

a/n: it is my first time making texts so bare with me please but i will get better trust

[mattsgracie]

BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE TURN IT UP

can u do a blurb where cowboy!matt has a breeding kink? for the girlies pls..

「 cowboy!matt wanting to breed you ᵎᵎ 」

smut, p in v, unprotected sex, cumming inside, breeding kink, bondage, cursing, pet names

matt groaned lowly as he buried his face against your neck, his cock moving in and out of your wetness. he had you pinned down against his mattress, the both of your clothes scattered across the hardwood floor. matt held your hands above your head, your wrists bound together by his beaten down belt, the leather burning your wrists in the most perfect way.

matt’s free hand roamed over your naked body, his callouses rough against your skin. his face was buried in your chest, leaving another dark hickey on the underside of your tits.

“y’feel so fuckin’ good sweetheart,” matt groaned lowly against you, his red lips pulling away to admire his work as he thrusted in and out of you. the valley of your breasts were covered in purple and red marks, your hair messily sprawled across your shoulders.

you nodded desperately, your body arching into matt’s glistening chest. he fucked you deep and hard, his cock stretching out your walls as his hips slapped against you, the sounds echoing throughout his bedroom.

matt’s lips trailed up your neck, biting and sucking marks into the blank canvas, his middle and ring finger finding their way to your clit. “so tight,” he murmured into your skin, “gonna fuck a baby into you, doll face, i swear.”

“fu-uck,” you gasped through a broken moan, your legs and hips involuntarily shaking as pleasure coursed through your body. matt pulled away to look down at you, his eyes dark with lust. his tattooed arm kept your hands pinned above your head, the other hand still toying with your clit.

“bet you’d fuckin’ like that huh,” he purred, his southern accent strong, “me fuckin’ you so deep that i make you a mama?”

matt watched as you tried to answer, the only thing leaving your lips was a loud moan as hit your sweet spot, making your vision blur and mind haze.

“yeah, that’s it,” he whispered, “come on, sweet pea, y’gonna let me come inside? get you absolutely fuckin’ full of me?”

“please,” you moaned, “please, i want it so bad.”

matt smirked, giving a few more hard thrusts as he came hard, gripping onto your hips as he shot his load deep inside of you. he held you steadily, helping you ride out your own high. you moved against him, matt practically continuing to fuck you through your orgasm.

slowly, matt pulled out, your pussy dripping with a mix of your arousals. matt’s hand was quick to stop it from dripping onto the sheets, finger fucking his cum back into you. “wasn’t lying,” he mumbled, “gonna give you a baby sweet pea.”

bree’s corner ⸝⸝⸝ this is ….. anon….. i owe you my LIFE for this request. i need this with matt sooooooo badly i can’t take it any more. hope u all enjoyyy new chris au intro soon, asks are always open to chat ab my aus :) finals are done with so i have more time to write now !!! love u all

[mattsgracie]

need to make friends on here but i am just so nervous

[mattsgracie]

just stopping by to say that i love spy!matt so so much!!!! 🫶😁 haven't had the chance to read your other works yet but i know that they are 100% as cool too <3

hope have a nice day ahead!:)

OMGGG THANK UUU!! spy!matt loves u too!

i hope u have a lovely day and i love ur user omg

[mattsgracie]

i love the new theme hehe

its all cause of you!!!

[mattsgracie]

part 2 when

⌗ . . . YOU DON’T HATE ME

WARNINGS : STEP SIBLING TROPE. SMUT. DRY HUMPING. SPITTING KINK. BITING. LIGHT SLAPPING. TITTY SUCKING. KINDA MEAN!MATT. (pls tell me if i forgot anything).

god you hated him—hated the way he was so charming and perfect and so fucking hot.

your mom thought that this family trip would bring everyone together, but it really didn’t. you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to pick a fight with matt every chance you got, your arguing and bickering beginning to get on your moms nerves.

“can’t you two get along for one day?” she asked you mid argument, stopping whatever insult you were going to throw at him next. your head whipped in her direction, and you just crossed your arms. “well i would if he wasn’t such an ass all the time.” you snapped.

your mom glared at you, “language.” you quickly mumbled an apology. “you two go find something to do, and i want you guys to get along by the end of it.” both you and matt gave her matching glares of your own at her words.

“fine.” you grumbled, turning your back to matt as you walked off toward your shared room—which was the cherry on top of it all. you had to sleep in the same bed as his every night this trip. having to stop yourself from tracing lines along his chest while he slept—he was too tempting.

the air between you had always been…tense. ever since your parents got married, matt had made it his full-time job to pick on you—cold looks, snide comments, backhanded compliments. but he never left you alone. and no matter how much you claimed to hate him, part of you waited for the attention. craved it even. especially late at night, when the house was quiet and the only thing separating your bodies was the thinnest sheet imaginable.

matt didn’t follow you as you made your way to the room, deciding to peel off and go do his own thing, ignoring your mothers request to spend some time together. you didn’t see him again until later that night after everyone was already in bed—your pajamas were on and the blankets were pulled high over your body.

you weren’t asleep yet, you couldn’t be—not with matt’s body radiating with heat as he climbed under the blankets with you. you couldn’t help the way your body shuttered with how close he was to you.

“you’re taking up the whole damn bed.” matt muttered from behind you as if he knew you weren’t actually asleep, his voice irritated. you rolled your eyes, back still turned to him. “then sleep on the floor, tough guy.”

he laughed, and you could feel it down your spine. “right. like I’d let your bratty little ass win that easy.” and you shifted under the covers, accidentally moving to brush your bare leg against his. “watch it,” he snapped. you rolled your eyes, “you’re so dramatic,” you whispered under your breath.

he moved suddenly—rolling over, pressing his chest against your back, one heavy arm wrapping around your waist. your breath caught at the contact, your body wiggling slightly in his grasp.

“i swear to God.” he murmured, lips brushing your ear, “you just love to piss me off, don’t you? always doin’ shit to rile me up on purpose.” your thighs clenched at his words—he wasn’t wrong.

“and yet you love pretending you don’t like it.” you snipped back.

he hummed, his hand moving to slowly slip under your shirt without hesitation, fingers splaying across your stomach. your brain started to short circuit, whatever snarky words you had disappearing. his touch already having you go limp for him—he’s never touched you like this before. “you walk around in those tiny shorts all week,” he growled. “picking fights with me. you knew what you were doing.”

you gasped when he pulled your hips back against him—his hard cock grinding slowly into your ass. his hand moved up to your throat under your shirt, gently gripping, just enough pressure to make your eyes roll back—your body tingling. you could feel the way your panties became soaked, the fabric sticking to your wet folds.

“you’re not gonna say a word.” he whispered, biting your earlobe. “not unless you want mom to hear her perfect little girl fucking in the guest room.” you whimpered, his words making the heat between your legs more prominent as he began rocking into you, dry humping through the thin layers of clothes. his mouth came down to meet your shoulder—teeth scraping before he bit down—leaving a mark behind on your skin when he pulled away.

“matt.” you breathed heavily, your find already fogging. a sharp sudden slap to your thigh made you cry out softly, your body jerking.

“did I say you could talk?” he spat against your ear, letting his tongue run along the lobe before nipping it. you couldn’t help but to moan into the pillow, writhing as his hand slid to your chest and cupped one of your tits, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardened. slowly he shifted himself, grabbing you and moving you onto your back before slotting himself over you and between your legs.

his mouth followed soon after—tugging your shirt up, lips closing over your tit, tongue licking lazily at your nipple before he sucked hard. letting his teeth nip at your now sensitive bud—the pain making you moan. it was messy and obscene, and you never wanted it to stop.

when he pulled back, spit dripped from his mouth as he stared down at you. his hips began to grind down, rubbing against your clit through the fabric of your panties. you sucked in a sharp breath, your hands coming up to grip at his shirt.

matt smirked, letting a hand come up to grab your face. “c’mon, open up for me sweetheart. you can do that yeah?” he muttered. you obeyed, dazed, your lips parting.

slowly he spat into your mouth, letting the saliva drop into your mouth before he came down and connected his lips to yours. it was heated and desperate, your mouth opening wider to let him in as his teeth nipped your lips, making you bleed slightly.

when he pulled away, his eyes were dark—lust pooled in his orbs. “be a good girl and swallow it.” he demanded.

you did—your eyes locked on his the whole time. you were both breathing heavy now, his hand now tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you again, roughly.

“i hate you,” you breathed.

“yeah?” he mocked, rocking against you faster now, one hand gripping the flesh of your thigh. “let’s see how true that really is, cause i think this pussy says otherwise.”

a/n : ik this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but i had to (never written something like this before either). creds to whoever has created stepbrother!matt <3

[mattsgracie]

I love your new theme!! ❤❤

thank you so much!!! i had so much help from @mattsweethrt she made my borders and helped with literally everything 😭😭🩷🩷

[mattsgracie]

I love your theme !!! 🫂💙

AAAAA thank u sm!! i help help from the lovely @mattsweethrt !!!

[mattsgracie]

rules!

be kind! 17+, my account is a safe space always! no drama even in asks, i will just ignore it! anons are always allowed! no hate on other blogs, please, we are all here to have fun, nothing more and nothing less!

dni if

you spread negativity towards anyone of the triplets. neg gracie. neg madison. neg taylor. if u can't get along with anyone. dr. pepper haters.

[mattsgracie]

ONE OF MY FAVE ROMCOMS EVER

how to lose a guy in 10 days

slow burn, mutual pining, dual pov, fake dating, angst, comedy, miscommunication, fluff, enemies to lovers (kinda)

word count - 700ish

day zero

Boston in the summer felt like a hot ex you kept bumping into… steamy, inconvenient, and never where you wanted them to be.

The air conditioning at work was broken again, and she had resorted to sticking her head in the office fridge somewhere between edits. Her laptop fan wheezed like it was dying of heartbreak. The clack of cheap acrylic nails echoed from two desks over.

“I’m telling you, he ghosted me because I said I could see us getting a dog together.”

She blinked at the screen. Backspaced a sentence. Sighed.

“Tiffany,” she said calmly, “you brought him to your nephew’s baptism. On day three.”

TIffany, her best friend-slash-office deskmate-slash-chronic oversharer, looked wounded.

“It was a potluck baptism,” she protested. “I made banana bread. He said he liked banana bread!”

“You don’t trap a man with banana bread, Tiff.”

Tiffany narrowed her eyes. “Says the girl who’s emotionally unavailable, professionally. You write about love like it’s a science experiment.”

“It is,” she muttered, then louder: “Love is pattern recognition mixed with hormones and unmet childhood needs. Sprinkle in some mutual delusion.”

“You’re a monster.”

“And you’re too much.”

Tiffany gasped, clutched her invisible pearls.

She stood from her chair, stretched her arms above her head, and sighed again… longer this time, for dramatic effect.

“You’re not undateable,” she added. “You’re just... aggressively available. Men panic when you make them feel needed. Trust me. If I acted like you for one week, the guy would be out the door in two days.”

Tiffany raised an eyebrow. “Prove it.”

The idea hit like a lightning bolt: fast, dumb, and probably about to ruin her life.

“I will,” she said slowly, a grin stretching across her lips. “I’ll pick a guy. I’ll act as crazy and clingy and emotionally chaotic as humanly possible. And I’ll write about it. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.”

Tiffany leaned forward, intrigued. “You’d do that? For journalism?”

“No,” Reader said, tapping her pen against her temple. “For revenge.”

Ten minutes later, she pitched it to her editor.

“Sounds unhinged,” said Maria, not looking up from her phone. “I love it. Ten days. Make it funny. No lawsuits.”

Meanwhile, across the city in a perfectly air-conditioned house, Matt Sturniolo adjusted his cap and tried not to roll his eyes.

“You just don’t give main character energy,” Chris said, sipping a pepsi with way too much confidence.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re like... cool, mysterious, whatever. But you’ve got no rizz.”

Matt frowned. “I have rizz.”

Nick chimed in from across the table, scrolling through his phone. “I mean… our manager did say we need more emotional content if we want more brand deals. People want a ‘soft launch’ post. You or Chris with a girl. Beach date, shared hoodie, that sort of thing.”

“Neither of us even have a girlfriend.”

“Exactly,” Chris said, smirking. “But you know I could pick one up tomorrow.”

Matt sighed at his younger brother. “That’s not something to brag about.”

“I’m not saying it is, just saying I could do it fast. Make someone fall in love with me.”

He laughed. “You can’t rush that.”

Nick shrugged. “Then I guess we can’t do this brand deal. They want vulnerable Matt. Fall-in-love Matt. Not ‘I only eat grilled cheese’ Matt.”

“Hey!”

Then Chris gets a look on his face. Like he’s just come up with a wicked, terrible idea.

“Bet you can’t make someone fall in love with you in 10 days.”

Matt knows he shouldn’t respond, but there’s just something about him and his brothers that sometimes lead him to the stupidest decisions.

“What do I get if I do?”

Chris grins, looks over at their older brother, who’s been side-eyeing them both. “Nick, how much was that brand deal?”

“15 thousand.”

Chris nods and glances back at Matt, before gesturing toward the door. “There’s a bar down the street. Let fate pick your victim.”

“15 thousand dollars if I get someone to fall in love with me?”

“Yep.”

Matt rolled his eyes but stood anyway, taking off his cap and fixing his hair.

“Ten days,” he muttered. “You’re both insane.”

But he headed to the bar anyway.

Because deep down, he hated losing.

Outside, the Boston sky glowed orange, the breeze sticky but soft. She stepped into the bar in her work clothes, hair starting to frizz, makeup not touched up.

She ordered the strongest drink they had and swore she’d pick the first guy who smiled at her.

Matt stepped in two minutes later, awkwardly smug and ready to win. He slid into the seat next to her, and when she looked over and smiled at him, he knew.

They both smiled.

“Hey, can I buy you a drink?”

And that’s when it started.

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws ꨄ

a/n: first part of this!!! i'm glad i turned it into a series i think that works better 😊

[mattsgracie]

doing some reconstruction today whoops

[mattsgracie]

can i be added to all of your taglists please? i love ur stuff sm xx

OF COURSE!! i love u so much!!

[mattsgracie]

my show on

can you do one where cowboy matt and sweetheart reader have sex in the bed of his truck? love ur writing!

「 fucking cowboy!matt in his truck ᵎᵎ 」

smut, p in v, missionary, unprotected sex, cursing, pet names

matt’s old red pick up truck creaked and swayed softly as he thrusted into you in a steady rhythm, jeans pooled at his ankles and he bunched your dress up at you hips.

he was spending the day at your family’s farm, offering to run errands and go into town so your father could work. at the sound of matt’s proposal, a smile spread across your lips as you ran to your dad, batting your lashes and pleading to go for a ride with matt.

now here you were, sprawled out in the bed of his truck parked in an abandoned lot, matt’s cock plunging deep into your gummy walls.

“y’okay sweet pea?” matt muttered huskily into you skin, mouthing at the spot were your jawline met your neck.

a soft sigh escaped your parted lips as you gave him a nod, your fingers desperately grasping at his flannel shirt. “fuck, yeah, yeah, feels so good.”

he chuckled softly, his mouth trailing up to yours as his tongue slipped in, parting your lips in a deep kiss.

you moaned into his mouth, messily kissing him back as his dick repeatedly pulled all the way out, slamming fully back into you as he bottomed out. your pussy clenched around him, your cunt oozing with the both of your fluids.

“you hear that, right?” matt whispered as he pulled away from your lips, referring to the squelching sound as his skin slapped against yours, “you’re so wet, hm? gettin’ me all stuck inside ya.”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued to hit your sweet spot, jaw slack as you moaned loudly. your legs were wrapped around his waist, your boots digging into his lower back.

matt’s large hands slid between your bodies his pointer and middle finger rubbing in slow, deliberate circles against your bud. the pressure in your stomach was beginning to build up, your breathing coming out in ragged pants.

“what would your father think about this, darlin,’” matt tsked in your ear, “his little girl in the back of my truck getting her brains fucked out, isn’t that something?”

“shi-it,” you gasped, your voice hitching.

“come on, sweetheart, make a mess f’me, let go,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck, “i’m right there with you.”

bree’s corner ⸝⸝⸝ yummy cowboy!matt 😛 i want him SOOO bad omf. if anyone has any requests or asks for this au pls send !!! also gonna start working on my chris au soon :) love all 300 of you !!?? <33 so crazy

[mattsgracie]

OMG COWBOY MATT. MY SHOW ON

INTRODUCING ⋮ COWBOY!MATT

paired best alongside sweetheart!reader

twenty three. big belt buckles. budweiser. drives a red ford pickup. flannels over every outfit. boots. strong southern accent. blue jeans. obsessed with sweetheart!reader. lives in a small ranch. rides horses.

INTRODUCING ⋮ SWEETHEART!READER

paired best alongside cowboy!matt

nineteen. farmer’s daughter. loves all the animals. nature girl. big time baker. can’t drive. giggly. breezy dresses. big crush on cowboy!matt. always snacking on fruit. long hair. adventurous. goody two shoes.

bree’s corner ⸝⸝⸝ an official introduction to my au!! all credits go to whoever originally made cowboy!matt :) if anyone knows who it is pls tag me so i can credit them!! so excited to write for them more <3 also my inbox is always open for asks ab this au !

[mattsgracie]

bree has never let me down ever

chris blurb on the tour bus? 😏😏

「 fucking chris after his show on the bus ᵎᵎ 」

smut, fingering, riding, p in v, slight public sex, cursing, pet names

“fuck chris,” you whined as you were perched on his lap, his long and slender fingers sliding in and out of your wetness.

“shh, gotta be quiet,” he whispered, his lips trailing kisses up your neck and to your jawline, “they’ll be back any minute, gotta keep quiet, hm?”

you nodded in desperation, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as you held back your sounds. chris’ middle and pointer finger curled up inside of you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly as his thumb slowly circled your clit.

“does that feel good baby?” he murmured softly against your skin.

you let out a quiet and stifled sigh in response, practically grinding down on his fingers.

“think you can cum for me angel?” he asked, his voice low.

“yeah,” you panted out, “wan’ cum.”

he nodded, slowly pulling his fingers out of your hole. you whimpered at the loss of contact, watching chris as he brought his digits up to his mouth, licking your juices off. “you’re gonna cum on my dick, okay? wanna feel you squeezin’ around me when you finish.”

your eyes widened as chris helped lift you up off his lap, allowing you you free him from his jeans and boxers. his dick sprung up, his tip already oozing with precum. slowly, you wrapped your hand around his length, your thumb running across his slit as you began to pump him.

he threw his head back in pleasure, his arms outstretched on the bench, a low groan leaving his pink lips. “god, baby, you see what you do to me? been thinking about having you like this all night.”

a small whimper left your mouth as you continued to work him, slowly letting your hips and aligning his tip with your entrance. chris’ jaw fell slack as you sank down onto him, your tight walls squeezing and pulsing around his cock.

you began to lift yourself up and down on him, slowly going up then dropping back down. chris watch you fuck yourself down on his cock, his blue eyes droopy as his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“fuckkk,” he drew out, his hands coming to grip your hips, moving you against him in a grinding motion, “you feel s’good around me ma.”

you nodded, moaning softly as you rode him, eyes rolling into the back of your head while he practically fucked you dumb.

“cmon sweetheart,” chris groaned, “cum all over me. show me who’s girl you are.”

bree’s corner ⸝⸝⸝ helloooo omfg thank u @mattsgracie for this request i’m gonna give u a big smooch. lowkey ovulating and i need chris to come help me :/ anyway i hope u all enjoy !! sorry for the lack in posts ive been busy this week but i should be back to being more consistent when my finals are done tmr !!! love u all

[mattsgracie]

i am completely redoing this au as I forgot where i wanted to go with it originally and thought of an entire new plotline!!! sorry...

introducing... invisible!chris

21. content creator. frank ocean. woke up invisible one morning and it's like he never existed.