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LOVE IT
ILYIS VIDEO OUT NOW woo!
I love every single person who made this video happen and i am not sorry.
Go team go team knowing you guys is the greatest ever Audrey Auggie Ricky Neema Spencer Bobby Emily
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uxjhN_Donfw
story of my life
i love him guys send help
damon is js 🙏
guys i've been watching the vampire diaries again so.....😇😇 heh
this is all i'm gonna say
ironic
do u have anxiety or are u self diagnosed ?💀
i’m sorry are you coming at my mental health?!?!?!?thats crazy, everyone go send them hate comments rn.
W fic
hoping to have this out by tonight🤗
hes so sweet wtf
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i swear i’ll never find a man like this to defend our children one day
i was tweaking so bad when I saw nerd matt
MATT LOOKED SO PAINFULLY BF IN TOFAYS VOF IM WET
me looking at the 12 y/o on tiktok mad over an edit zooming in on matt sturniolos pants while i’m reading the most mind boggling, unholy, absurd, preposterous, bizarre smut fan fictions abt him
THIS WOULD BE A MIRACLE BUT CAN U GUYS HELP ME FIND THIS BOOK LIKE CAN U PLS DO ANYTHING TO HELP FIND IT LIKE REBLOF THIS POST IT WOULD PLSSS I NEED TO FIND THIS BOOK
MY MOM FOUND IT ON HER WALK AT WORK SO PLS JUST HELP ME FIND IT
we back in the sturniolo phase y’all
(actually need matt so bad it’s not a joke anymore)
NO FUCKING WAY
chat why isn’t she in love with me
haven’t been on in a while but wanted to check in and say, MEN ARE WHORES.
It's all because I wanna Show you that I'm so capable
• warnings: substances, sex while high yay!, kinda long!!!!
Nervous- Chris Sturniolo smut
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The neighbourhood's music softly emanates from your vinyl while you casually scroll on your phone without much thought.
A gentle tapping resonates from your window, prompting you to become alert. You glance at the clock, which shows 1:58 am, dismissing the sound, thinking it's just the breeze.
The sound grows more distinct, prompting you to cautiously get out of bed. You walk toward the window, hastily opening the curtains to see who's interrupting your late-night music session, momentarily escaping reality.
In all his glory, Chris stands before you. You unlatch the window, opening it to invite him into your room. You take in his appearance, noticing his grey sweatpants, tousled brown hair cascading gracefully on his forehead, and the glint of his silver chain peeking through his sweatshirt. and he looks good.
“you done staring , you’re practically drooling” chris interrupts your thoughts
“what are you doing here it’s almost 2am ” you say ignoring his snarky comment.
“ I Just wanted to hang” he reples
his hands move towards his pocket pulling out a tightly rolled blunt. he moves towards the window, not wanting the room to smell like the illegal substance. sitting on the windowsill he grabs the lighter burning the end inhaling the smoke all while maintaining eye contact. his eyes drift over your appearance, from his oversized shirt you stole from him, and a random pair of shorts. he slightly leans over, his fingers wrap around the waistband of your shorts tugging slightly eliminating the space between the two of you.
"Hi," he greets, observing your silence. His hands gently scratch your scalp as he takes another extended drag from the blunt.
"Hi," you reply relaxed from Chris's fingers. Wishing they were exploring elsewhere.
With his hands still on your waist, subconsciously squeezing as a habit, his thumb caresses the exposed skin as he pulls you to straddle him.
"I've missed you," he says, breaking the silence.
"I mean, you practically leaped through my bedroom window," you nervously inject humor into the tense situation.
Inhaling once more, he grips your jaw, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. You breathe in the substance, releasing the excess smoke from your lips. taking the opportunity to place his lips on yours leading to a heated make out, as his lips move to your neck leaving leaving kisses that were likely to leave a mark next morning
Chris gets up from his seated position, causing you to wrap your legs around his torso, he takes a seat on your bed as he continues to attack you with heated kisses, you move your fingers to loop your fingers around his sweatshirt when he stops your actions, you pause and look at him confused as this wasn't an unusual setting for the both of you
"Are you sure?" he asks, gazing into your eyes for any signs of discomfort. Simultaneously, he gently squeezes your waist, an unspoken pledge that he wouldn't be upset if you weren't up for it.
You nod and lean in to give him a kiss. "Words, I need words, sweetheart," he requests.
"Yes, Chris, I'm sure," you affirm, providing him with the confirmation he needed.
He rises from the seated position, placing you gently on your feet, Heading to the window frame where his second blunt rests, he lights it up and moves toward you, inhaling the smoke. "Take it off for me, look at me while you're doing it," he instructs, his gaze fixed on you.
You follow along, starting with his oversized shirt that clings to your body and smells just like him. He sizes you up, his hands running through your hair, pushing it back and exposing your neck adorned with the bruises from his earlier attack. The blunt moves from his lips to yours, and he takes control, regulating how much you inhale, well aware that your tolerance doesn't match his.
He moves towards you causing you to take a step back, the back of your legs hit the bed frame, causing you to tilt your head to look up to chris,His fingers gently stroke your cheek, planting a tender kiss on your lips before he crouches down. handing you the blunt to hold onto
He tugs at the waistband of your panties, tossing them aside, and you observe as he spreads your legs, murmuring explicit words as if it's the first time he's laid eyes on you in such a way. Placing a kiss on your inner thighs, he lifts your leg over his shoulder, moving closer to your heat. You toy with his hair, and he watches you, seizing the chance to catch you off guard as his moves his mouth towards your wetness.
You feel his mouth warm mouth against your heat, and you let your head fall backwards onto the mattress, chris starts to move his tongue tasting your wetness gently moving towards your clit each time, and you gasp silently thanking his skillful mouth.
In a matter of minutes, Chris quickens his pace, challenging your ability to remain silent. To stifle your sounds, you bite down on your finger as his mouth envelops your clit sucking harder and harder. Your grip on his hair tightens, but instead of pulling away from the stinging sensation, he presses his mouth even closer , and this leaves you breathless, chris takes notice and he redirects his attention from your clit to you.
"deep breaths for me, baby," he says, his thumb circling on your clit. You follow his instructions, concentrating on deep breaths, while Chris's free hand reassuringly rubs circles against your hips.
"Atta girl," he praises, satisfied that you've replenished enough oxygen to your brain. he slides his tongue back inside you, returning his mouth to your clit. Your hand moves to your hips, where you sense his firm grip. Taking a bold step, you intertwine your fingers with his, feeling his thumb brushing against yours, providing you with great comfort.
You feel yourself nearing your climax, your breath becoming shallow as the weight on your lower stomach becomes prominent. Chris adds a finger inside you, but his tongue doesn't abandon your swollen clit. Moments later, you release inside Chris's mouth, and he swallows your release. The speed of his fingers doesn't halt, edging your release further.
He withdraws his fingers, putting them into his mouth to suck off the excess, all while maintaining a gaze with lowered eyes. He grabs onto your hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed, offering you a sloppy kiss, wanting you to taste yourself.
he grabs the reminder of the blunt that was discarded onto your nightstand,relighting it he takes a long drag blowing off the excess smoke.
"Take my pants off for me would you baby" he says and you comply with the request, you see his long shaft hit the bottom of his stomach and you practically drool at the sight. You move to stroke it, but he grabs onto your hand. "Did I tell you to touch me?" he says, and you shake your head in response.
"always so needy for me aren't you sweetheart" he says.
"Chris, please," you express, a clear desire for him to quicken the pace. Yet, he relishes in your evident neediness, wanting the image of you gazing at him with such neediness to be etched into his memory.
Finally choosing to end your anticipation, he grabs onto you and flips you onto all fours. Running the head of his shaft in between your folds, he gradually sinks into you, emitting a groan at the overwhelming sensation, as his eyes fall shut. It proves intoxicating for him, a feeling he swears could be his undoing.
he bunches your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulls you into his chest as he places the blunt in between your lips encouraging you to take a hit as he slides in and out of you. It drove you wild how effortlessly he could multitask, every action of his causing a frenzy within you, yet he appeared composed as if he weren't deeply buried inside you. You exhale when he slides all his inches into you, simultaneously increasing his pace, eliciting a cry of pleasure from you. His hand finds its way to your mouth, muffling your cries, while his mouth brushes against your ears, you hear his shallow breaths.
"shh, just take it all for me " he says as you feel the cackle from his inhale of the blunt. his eyes trained on the way his dick disappears inside you, as your walls enclose around him with each thrust. your hand move to the back of his neck not wanting to fall over by the harsh thrusts he was giving you lightly burying your fingers in his hair as he nips at every inch of skin available to him.
"fuck, you feel so good" he moves to your clit toying with your swollen bud and you feel tears brim your vision and your hands fly up to the hand that silenced your moans pulling at it you turn to look at him, but you are met with a kiss,It's messy and intense, the kind that screams possessiveness, and you're no stranger to that feeling.
The bristles of his stubble tickle your cheeks as you grip the back of his head firmly, wanting him impossibly closer than his current proximity. You try to pull away, but his hands move towards your head, keeping you in place and thwarting your attempt to escape just seconds ago.
Chris finally pulls away, his gaze shifting to your cheeks stained with tears. He then looks at your slightly swollen lips, and his eyes meet yours. He discards the blunt onto the ashtray on your nightstand, annoyed that he couldn't witness how good he was making you feel, he wasn't willing to miss another opportunity for a visual playback when he was away from you.
"fuck this i wanna look at you" he whispers
He wraps both his arms around your torso, carrying you to your vanity. Still buried deep inside you, he places you down on the wooden table, moving you around like a ragdoll he can play with at his convenience.
Truth be told, he wanted every part of your room to remind you of him and only him—from the window he climbed through minutes ago to the bathroom sink he fucked you against last week. He enjoyed the idea of imprinting his presence in your mind, making you nervous to move suddenly. So, you focus on the wall, avoiding his intense gaze.
"You shy now?" he says, resting his forehead against yours to make you look at him. "Hmm, pretty girl?" he whispers against your lips, smiling as he feels your walls squeeze him. His own pleasure grows at the realization that you respond positively to everything he says.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" he asks, continuing to slam his hips into you, causing you to whimper at his harsh thrusts and you stare at him, dazed by him and the substance that started taking a toll on you, making everything ten times more pleasurable. The way he looks at you, studying what you like, and how you're always at his beck and call.
"I'll call you that anytime you want me to," he says, continuing to tease you. His fingers skillfully attend to your clit, intensifying the overwhelming sensations as he maintains a heated gaze. His thrusts show no signs of slowing down, effortlessly hitting that spot you know and love
You nestle your head on his shoulders, feeling his hands reach for your hair, running his fingers through it. "Is it too much for you?" he asks "Cause if you want to be mine," he begins, planting a kiss on your temple, "you're gonna have to handle a lot more " he declares, gripping your face to make you look at him, his eyes low and slightly red from the many hits he took, feeling the burning sensation in your gut intensify everytime you look at him.
"you wanna be mine?" he asks, right against your lips. and you nod, not wanting anything more than him.
"say it. use your words"
"yes chris. I want to be yours " you sob pleading
Chris smiles at your response, halting his thrusts. "Show me how much, show me how no one else could make you feel like this" he says, and you move your hips against his, riding him hastily, eager to reach your peak.
"no one else can, I promise" you whisper as your mind goes blank, slightly cursing at how he could make you do and say the most outrageous things
"Oh, I know that already. I just want you to show me," he replies to your claim, cockily. Chris was the type to get jealous, but all of that went out the window when he sees how you respond to him in moments like these. He knew you wouldn't dare to seek pleasure from someone else,If you ever entertained the idea of seeking pleasure elsewhere, he consistently made it clear who you belonged to, swiftly reestablishing your place and your actions only reinforced his confidence in that belief.
"that's it baby, just like that " he encourages, the pleasure finally gets too much for you, and he takes notice that you were close.
"you gonna cum for me?" he asks observing your face, which exuded pleading, causes him to look at you with a smile.
"Do you think you deserve to?" he questions you, you nod not able to form a reply as he halted your release, you're already severely lightheaded and sensitive. Usually he'd ask you to use your words to tell him what he wanted, but as he observed your face, which exuded pleading, he didn't push you for an answerr
"do it baby" he encourages
It doesn't take much for you to comply with his request. His hands move to your mouth, muffling your sounds as you reach your orgasm. It hits you with such force that your eyesight is veiled with dark spots, flames erupting through the entirety of your body. and he watches you with a prideful expression as you spill your release all over him and the sight alone causes him to spill his release inside you,his grip around your waist tightens, not wanting you to run away.
He places a gentle kiss on your lips as you ride out your second orgasm. Swiftly scanning your face for any signs of discomfort or crossed boundaries, he sighs in relief when he only sees sheer exhaustion and red eyes, influenced by the weed.
"Do you mean what you said, or is it just the blunt talking?" he voices out vulnerably. He watches as you look at him with confusion, but your face changes as you connect the dots
"yes, did you?" you whisper
"I thought I made myself clear when I had you against the sink last week and climbed through your second-story window," he mentions, intertwining your fingers with his. You respond with a lazy chuckle, appreciating his sense of humor.
He pulls out of you slowly, acknowledging your sensitivity,watching how he smoothly withdrew from you, fitting together like a puzzle piece, allowing you a moment to gather your thoughts.
Before you decide to move, you sense Chris's fingers at your entrance, pushing his release back inside you, selfishly reveling in the sight,you attempt to express your sensation through a moan, but instead, his lips meet yours, muting any sound you might make.
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Toxic fwb texts w/ matt
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"Too Bad" pt.1
Warnings: Cursing, use of y/n, reader has daddy issues, reader is a virgin although it isn't mentioned yet, angst
Summary: Y/n and matt have been enemies since high-school but what happens when matt drunkenly confesses to her one night?
A/n: hello lovely people! This is my first ever time writing a fic and I'm not sure if I'm actually any good at writing so please let me know how it is :)
"I love you."
Y/n stood in the bathroom of some random party hearing her enemy's confession.
"What?.." she couldn't make out any other words and was very confused.
"You heard me, y/n" "no...you're lying." "I'm not-" "Yes, you are! You're just drunk Matthew!"she cuts him off.
"Just listen." He says pleadingly.
I look up at him to let him know im listening.
"Y/n I have spent years loving you I always did. Even when you wore those stupid pigtails everyday in high-school. At first I tried to show you but when you ignored me and hung out with Chris I got so mad I promised myself I would never talk to you again-" "so why are you doing this now?" I cut him off again.
"Because I cant stand it anymore y/n! I see you with Chris and he's got his hands all over you! Please just...give this a chance."
"I'm sorry..." i said apologetically.
The reason wasn't that he was an asshole or even that he had bullied me for years. It was because he reminded me of my abusive father who left and that's what made him so unbearable to be around.
The worst part was he knew it and he used it against me.
"Are you fuckin' with me y/n?" "No i-" "I just got all fuckin' sappy n shit infront of you and all you have to say is that you're sorry!?"
"You...should go..." I said waiting the best for him even if that meant forgetting me.
He looked pissed but muttered some curse words while he left and slammed the door behind him harshly causing me to flinch.
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MORNINGS WITH MATT
dad!matt x mom!oc
summary: a morning with Matt and Gracie taking care of their daughter, Rory
warnings: fluff!! No use of y/n (I hate that shit)
The morning started off like normal, Matt in the shower, Gracie doing her makeup, and Rory sleeping. It’s always peaceful until Rory gets up and runs into her parents room.
“Good morning, sweetie.”
“good morning, mommy”
After the small interaction, Rory wants her hair to be nice and pretty for preschool, so Gracie put her on the counter and started on her hair.
Matt walked out of the shower to see his wife doing his daughter’s hair. He smiled to himself and walked into the closet. Matt picked out a pair of jeans and a random hoodie. After getting changed he walked back into the bathroom to see what his girls were doing.
Gracie had finished Rory’s hair. Two buns at the top of her head. But Rory decided she wanted bows on the buns, so both girls are looking through a drawer with the hair items.
“Your hair looks pretty Rory.” Matt said to his daughter.
“Thank you daddy!” Rory smiled, while still looking for 2 pink bows.
“Oh, Rory, look at these two bows. Do you want these ones?” Gracie held up two small pink bows that would fit in Rory’s hair.
Rory nodded at her mom. Gracie put the two bows right in front of the buns. Matt just watched both girls, happy to have them both in his life.
“Alright, there you go! Now let’s go get you changed.” Rory smiled at her hair, happy that she got bows.
Rory walked out of the room, headed for her own.
“I love you.” Matt said, also smiling. Matt pulled Gracie in for a kiss, and she accepted it. Once they pulled away Gracie said it back.
“I love you too. Now I gotta go get Rory changed. Can you pack her lunch?”
Matt replied, “Yeah, I can. I’ll also get her breakfast.”
“Thank you so much, Matt. We’ll be down there soon.”
Matt nodded and headed off towards the kitchen, while Gracie headed for Rorys bedroom.
In the kitchen, Matt puts a ham and cheese sandwich, — cut in fours — a cutie, juice box, gummies, and a small piece of chocolate in Rory’s lunchbox. He also gets breakfast ready for Rory, fruit loops and a glass of milk. Matt also made a cup of coffee for Gracie to drink, Matt just ate a cutie.
Rory and Gracie come down the stairs together, Rory running straight to the dining table to eat, and Gracie walking towards Matt.
“Here’s your coffee m’lady.” Matt says in a funny voice.
“Why thank you young lad.” Gracie responds, playing along with him.
“I’m not a young lad.” Matt whines.
Gracie gives Matt a look, while taking a sip of her coffee.
“Mommy can I watch tv?” Rory asks from the table.”
“Yeah, come on let’s sit down.”
Gracie, Matt, and Rory all come to sit on the couch. Matt grabs the remote puts on SpongeBob. They watch the show together, until Matt says it’s time to drop Rory off at preschool.
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STRANGERS
ex boyfriend!matt x female!oc
warnings: fluff-angst, kinda sad? I also don’t know if this is fluff it angst ngl… SUE ME 😓(idk bro 💀)
authors note: this is for @annamcdonalds67 writing contest! (Not proofread!)
Matt and Em were the ‘it’ couple. They were perfect for each other. Matt was on YouTube, and Em was in the music industry. They were loved by all, until one fatal date night in downtown LA.
They were in the car after dinner chatting, kissing, doing what couples do. They were having a great time, until Matt found a way to start an argument — about Em cheating.
“Matt, I don’t understand what you’re talking about! I never cheated, or have even thought about it!” Em exclaimed. She was getting mad at Matt, because she had never even thought of doing that to him. Matt has the love of her life.
“But you did, Em!”
Em let out a slight sob, was she going to lose her boyfriend? Over an argument about her cheating? Em was have mixed emotions to saw the least.
“Em, I know what you did! I know you cheated with Eric. I’m not as dumb as you think I am!” Matt had also started to cry — very small cries — he didn’t know why he was arguing with Em. Maybe he was jealous of Eric.
“Matt, if you just jealous or mad at Eric, tell me! I’ll stop talking to him for you. You know that I love you!” Em needed an explanation to why Matt was suddenly mad about Eric. Matt never had a problem with him before, up until now.
“Maybe we won’t work Em.” Matt whispered, his cries now a little louder.
“What?” Em chocked out, her sobs getting the best out of her. “What do you mean, Matt?”
“I mean, maybe this isn’t for us. Eric would be better for you. I mean look at me, Em.”
“Matt we can’t do this. Not now. Please.” Em looked at Matt through her wet eyelashes. Mascara now running down her face, her full face of makeup now ruined from crying.
“I’m sorry Em. We’re over. We can’t do this anymore.” Matt sobbed.
“Matt please!” Em was now sobbing with Matt. “We can work this out! I promise!”
Matt shook his head no, while unlocking his car. A small sign saying ‘get out of my car’
Em nodded at his action. Not wanting to, she left his car anyways. Em was now standing on the side of the road crying to herself.
— 2 months later —
Matt and Em had become strangers ever since that night. Matt blocked the girl on every social media platform. So fans knew they weren’t talking, or that something happened between the old ‘it’ couple.
Because of her experience, Em had made a song about her break up experience with Matt. It wasn’t a mean song, because deep down, she knew she still loved him. So the song was a soft song, lightly explained what she felt like.
The song title was “strangers.” She loved it with her heart, one of her favorite songs — mostly because it was about Matt.
But what Em didn’t expect was that her song was going to go viral on TikTok. She was scared because Em didn’t know if she wanted Matt to hear the song she wrote about him. But of course, he heard it. He loved the song, until he realized that his favorite ex, Em Winters, wrote it.
authors note: put my heart into this. It’s still bad but wtv. I won’t be active until Friday bc I have a field trip for 3 days and we can’t have our phones 😝😜😓 enjoy <33
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