𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒶

𝒾 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷ℯ 𝓃ℯℯ𝒹𝓎, 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉ℴℴ 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝓃 𝓃ℯℯ𝒹𝓎 ღ

[matthewsfawn]

𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃ℊ "𝓃ℯℯ𝒹𝓎" by 𝒜𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹ℯ ★

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒶 ᰔ 𝒽ℯ𝓇/𝒽ℯ𝓇/𝓈𝒽ℯ/𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂 ᰔ 𝓃ℯ𝓌 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ𝓇 ᰔ 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾-𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒹ℴ𝓂 — !! 𝒾 𝒶𝓂 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓃ℴ𝓇 !!

⋆₊˚ - ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 ₊⊹ 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒢𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ𝓇 ₊⊹ 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉ℯ ₊⊹ 𝒻𝓁ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇𝓈 ₊⊹ 𝓋𝒾𝓃𝓎𝓁 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒸𝓉ℴ𝓇 ₊⊹ 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒸ℴ𝓁𝓂 𝓉ℴ𝒹𝒹 ₊⊹ 𝓅𝒾ℯ𝓇𝒸ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓋ℯ𝒾𝓁 ₊⊹𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀

𝓃𝒶𝓋𝒾ℊ𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 — 𝒸.𝒶𝒾 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝒻𝒾𝓁ℯ — 𝓉𝒶ℊ𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 — 𝓇ℯ𝒸ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈

|| 𝓇ℯ𝓆𝓊ℯ𝓈𝓉𝓈: ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃 — 𝒸𝓁ℴ𝓈ℯ𝒹|| 𝒾𝓃𝒷ℴ𝓍:: ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃 — 𝒸𝓁ℴ𝓈ℯ𝒹 ||

@ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓌𝓈𝒻𝒶𝓌𝓃™

[matthewsfawn]

50??

thankyou all very very much oh em gii !! 🙁🤍

[matthewsfawn]

Girl your theme is really cute!💖💖

thank you !! yours is so cute too, i love billie !

i have one of her vinyls 🤭

[matthewsfawn]

⌗ bf!matt lets you switch roles

wordcount: 0.5k

warnings!: lowercase intended, switch!matt, bondage (handcuffs), slight oral (m!receiving), handjob, usage of a vibrator (m!receiving), mentions of a safe word

all dividers are by @chrisssiren as well as layout inspo!

matt was always dominant when it came to sex, never submissive.

but then you suggested something… different.

“hey matt?” you mumble through your mouth full of chips as you walk into the living room.

“what’s up baby?” he looks up from his phone and at you as you plop on the couch beside him.

“y’know how your always the like.. dominant one when it comes to sex? y’know.. always in control?”

he nods raising an eyebrow, a confused expression crossing his features.

“yeah why? is somethin’ wrong with it?”

“no! god no! i just had a different suggestion for maybe the next time we do have sex..?” your tone drops a bit at the the last part.

he smirks slightly, nodding.

“what’s that suggestion sweetheart?”

you gulp slightly, his expression making you feel nervous under his gaze.

“i was thinking maybe we could.. switch roles for a night?”

“i wouldn’t see an issue with it. plus we could use a change.”

matt sits on the bed, moving his wrists against the cuffs you put him in.

“so what do you even have planned?” he questioned “you already have me cuffed against the headboard. what more could you have?”

you giggle as you turn out of his closet holding a vibrator that he’s used on you way to many times to count.

you hold it up to him

“this. i’ll probably just tease you with this for awhile.” you smirk knowing theres more to your idea then that.

he stares at the toy in your hand, gulping slightly, looking nervous.

“you remember the safe word right?” you ask, wanting to be sure he’s comfortable.

he nods. “october.”

you nod smiling, before running your hands up his clothed thighs, thumbs brushing over the bulge in his sweatpants.

you tug down his sweatpants and boxers, setting them aside as his hard cock hits against his tummy, slightly twitching at the cool air hitting it.

you smirk and press the power button on the vibrator, putting it on the lowest setting and setting it on his red tip.

he gasps, hips bucking up once, a whimper leaving his pink lips.

“o-oh fuck— baby— mmf!—” he whimpers out, leaving you smirking as you turn it up to the highest setting.

then he moans, actually moans.

“oh fuck! shit shit shit—” he moans out, hips bucking.

you pull the vibrator away and spit in your palm, wrapping your hand around his cock, and slowly dragging it up.

he throws his head back, mouth open in a silent moan as you begin to stroke him quickly.

you lean down and start kitten licking at his tip, your hand moving faster.

“Y/N— oh my fucking g–god!” he moans loudly, his hips stilling as his white, warm, fluids spurt out his tip, covering his thighs, stomach, your hands and face.

he pants heavily, and you pull away.

“y’did so good baby.. such a good good boy.”

he smiles tiredly, blissed out.

“i need to be subby more..”

@ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡsғᴀᴡɴ ™ do not steal/repost my writing.

isla’s opinion: the second part was so rushed eeeyuck!

🏷️: @sadgirlslush @whore4chris

[matthewsfawn]

your blog is sososo cuteee!! 🫶🫶

thank you baby!!

yours is too :)

[matthewsfawn]

Your theme is super cute! 🩷✨️

star hii!!

yours is so adorable too, thanks 💫

[matthewsfawn]

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[matthewsfawn]

comment to be added!

taglist: @sadgirlslush @whore4chris @bigpinkbubble @slvt4chrissturniolo @babybunniblogs

[matthewsfawn]

oh i absolutely adore your theme!!

😮 !!

thank you isa oh em gee!! yours is vamptastic 🩸 🧛

[starsturniolo13]

Rapper!Matt x Popstar!Amara

In which matt fucks Amara in the studio after a long stressful week.

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected p in v (dont do that), suggesive, stressing out, makimg out, kissing, Please tell me if I missed anything!

Matt’s phone hadn’t stopped buzzing since 8 a.m.

Meetings. Interviews. Rewrites. “Just one more quick call.”

And the worst one—his label reminding him that they needed a new single by Friday.

By the time he got back to the studio the sun was already sinking behind the skyline. Matt dropped his keys on the counter and ran both hands through his hair, exhaling sharply.

“Another day in paradise,” he muttered.

His laptop was open on the table, the half-written song staring back at him. A blinking cursor. Mocking him.

He sat down and pressed play on the demo for what felt like the hundredth time. The beat was good. The melody was fine. But the second verse? Empty.

His phone lit up again.

Label: Any updates? We’d love to hear the finished draft tonight.

Matt groaned and tossed his phone onto the couch. “I can’t just magically create something,” he said to the empty room. “I’m not a machine.”

From behind him, a soft voice answered, “You’re definitely not a machine.”

He looked up.

Leaning against the doorway was Amara. She had been quiet all evening, letting him pace and vent, but now she walked over slowly, concern written across her face.

“You’ve been going nonstop all week,” she said gently. “Three interviews yesterday. Two brand meetings. Studio sessions every night.”

“And they still want more,” he snapped, then instantly softened. “Sorry. I just— I feel like if I don’t deliver this, they’ll think I’m slacking.”

Amara sat beside him and looked at the screen. “You’re not slacking. You’re exhausted.”

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. “It’s like every word I write sounds fake. Forced.”

She reached over and paused the demo. Silence filled the room.

“Then don’t write what they want,” she said quietly. “Write what you’re actually feeling.”

He laughed dryly. “Oh yeah? ‘Dear label, I’m stressed and mildly spiraling’?”

“Why not?” she smiled. “That’s honest.”

Matt looked at her. Really looked at her. She wasn’t teasing. She meant it.

“It’s not simple,” she admitted. “When my team pushed me to release my last single before I was ready, I thought I was going to combust. But the song that finally worked? It was the one I wrote at 2 a.m. about how overwhelmed I was.”

“You were on tour,” she shrugged softly. “You were stressed too.”

He blinked. “You never told me that.”

There was a pause.

Then he spoke. ”I know something you can do to help.” he says with a smirk.

”and what is that?.” she replied innocently

A bolt of raw desire, went through him. He was already hardening His hands found her waist, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts.

He crashed his lips into hers tounge sliding in her mouth before pulling away looking at eachother with pure desire and want.

She took off her shirt first then he took off his and before they knew it they were naked infront of eachother.

He guided her down onto him. The stretch was something she would never get used to, the overwhelming pleasure was instant.

She kissed him, a deep, slow exploration that was all tongue and heat.

Then she began to move, a lazy, rolling grind that was pure torture. He gripped her hips, trying to guide her, to set a pace, but she slapped his hand away gently. “Uh-uh.”

So he let her lead. He watched her, transfixed, as she took her pleasure from him. Her eyes drifted shut, her lips parted on silent, rhythmic breaths. Her movements grew more urgent, less controlled. The sight was unraveling him. He pushed up to meet her, driving deeper, and her eyes flew open, locking with his.

You want control?” she breathed, her voice shaking with the motion of her body. “Take it.”

That was all he needed. In one fluid motion, he flipped them, reversing their positions. She gasped, a quick, sharp sound of surprise that melted into a moan as he slammed into her, the force driving her up the leather couch. This wasn’t the slow reclamation of before. This was feral.

He hooked his arms under her knees, pushing them back toward her shoulders, opening her completely to him.The angle was devastating. A choked cry tore from her throat. Her hands scrabbled for something to hold onto on the slick leather, then flew to his arms, her nails digging into the tense muscle there.

Right there,” she pleaded, her composure shattered as he kept hitting that special spot inside her that made her see stars. “God, Matt, right there.”

He obeyed, every thrust a punctuation mark to her fractured sounds. He lost himself in the rhythm, in the wet, hot feel of her gripping him, in the blurred vision of her coming apart beneath him. The world shrank to the points where their bodies connected: the dig of her nails, the slap of skin, the friction.

Look at me,” he demanded, his voice a ragged strip of sound.

Her eyes, glazed and dark, found his. He saw everything in them—the love, the defiance, the sheer, unvarnished need. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

I’m close,” she moaned as soft whimpers fell from her lips.

"Me to. Almost there baby"

He shifted, lowering himself onto his forearms to kiss her, to swallow her cries. The new angle was even deeper, more intimate. She broke the kiss, arching her back off the couch, a raw, guttural sound wrenching free from her chest as she clenched around him in rapid, dizzying waves as she came.

It tipped him over the edge making him twitch and filling her to the brim.

For a long time, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing in the dark room. The air smelled of sex and salt and her perfume. He collapsed beside her, utterly spent, his limbs heavy. She turned into him, her face pressed against his pounding heart. A fine tremor ran through her.

"I think i know what the song is gonna be about now" he said with a soft breathless chuckle

☆: kinda nervous to post this 😬

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[matthewsfawn]

like it up for star 💫

[matthewsfawn]

why are we writing about matt having women’s anatomy..

someone under the username of drews something i cant remember the name for the life of me reblogged a deactivated accounts fic and it was a fic about matt with women’s anatomy.

i need time away bc wtf

[matthewsfawn]

⌗ bsf!matt fucks your brains out

read these texts before this

wordcount: 1.2k

warnings!: lowercase intended, unprotected sex (DO NOT!!), rough sex, making out, degrading (if you squint), oral(f!receiving), cumming inside (DO NOT!!), usage of Y/N, teasing (if you squint), slapping(ass), missionary and doggystyle postions mentioned, slight aftercare

ᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀs ʙʏ @chrisssiren ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀ ʟᴀʏᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴsᴘᴏ!

matt pulled up into your driveway, practically falling out of his car as he runs up to your door frantically knocking.

as soon as you open the door, his lips are on yours, car keys dropped to the ground as he kicks the front door shut behind you both.

he pulls back to catch his breath before speaking

“holy fuck, i’ve wanted to do that for years.” he whispers before kissing you again, leading you down the hall towards your bedroom.

you open the door with a small gasp as he pushes you onto the bed.

“i’m gonna treat you so good baby..” he gasps out as he kisses down your neck, towards your exposed cleavage.

“may i?” he questioned looking up at you.

once you nodded he pulled down your top along with your bra your tits spilling out.

he instantly attaches his lips to a hardening nipple, sucking lightly before he flicks his tongue over it.

“oh god matt—” you choke out, hands flying to his hair tugging lightly at the brunettes curly hair.

he releases your nipple as he guides you to lift your arms to fully remove your shirt before he removes his own.

he presses feather soft kisses down from the middle of your chest to your stomach before lightly tugging at the waistband of your shorts.

you lift your hips to help him remove them, his mouth watering at the sight of your glistening cunt.

“dirty girl.. no panties? must’ve sent that message on purpose knowing what would happen hm?” he smirks before licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.

you moan, hands on his shoulders squeezing lightly.

“maybe i did, maybe i didn’t.. your never gonna find out” you breathe out between heavy gasps.

he starts moving his tongue slowly across your clit, pressing his tongue down as he moves it against it.

your hips threaten to buck upwards, but his hands hold them in place as his tongue starts to move faster.

he drags his fingers down the inner part of your thigh before sticking one into you, curling it to hit that spongy area inside of you.

you moan louder at the sensation, head tipping back as your hips buck into his face.

his fingers move at a fast pace with his tongue following in sync.

“matt— fuck! i’m so close– please!” you choke out.

you weren’t even sure what you were begging for, all you knew was that tight feeling in your stomach was just about to burst.

“c’mon baby cum on my fingers, i got you.” he adds another finger, somehow going even faster then before.

you let out a couple more whimpers before your hips still and let out a long moan, your fluids covering matts chin and sides of his mouth.

he pulls away wiping away the access of your cum off his face with the back of his hand then pulls off his sweats and boxers, kicking them off the bed before lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder.

“y’alright sweetheart?” he asks, thumb caressing your thigh softly.

you nod, before he pushes into your cunt, a moan leaving you both.

he starts slow, before his hips move at a hard pace, his hands pushing your leg up to your chest for a deeper angle.

your eyes roll back, loud moans leaving your lips as the bed creaks beneath your weight, and the intensity of his thrusts.

he suddenly stops, pulling out, a whimper leaving you at the loss of pleasure before he flips you onto your stomach, propping your legs up.

he slams back into your sopping cunt, hands on your hips and pulling you back hard and fast.

you moan into the mattress, clawing at the sheets.

he pulls your head up by your hair, leaning forward to whisper into your ear.

“you like being fucked like this huh? sending me that voice message. such a whore.” he smirks as your eyes roll back, he lets go of your hair, your head falling back into the mattress.

his thrusts only grow more punishing, his hand landing on your left ass cheek, leaving a red handprint that’ll be there for god knows how long.

drool leaks out of the side of your mouth, body moving forward with every thrust.

“matt— baby!—” you moan out, clenching around him.

he groans at the feeling, head tipping back.

“you gonna cum baby? huh? all over my cock?” he practically growls out, hips slamming into your ass repeatedly.

you nod frantically, moaning into the pillow.

“then cum. all over it baby c’mon.” he whimpers slightly.

you moan loudly, cum starts to drip down from the base of his dick.

he thrusts once, twice, before his hips still and his hot seed spills against your walls.

he pulls out and collapses next to you.

“you alright, Y/N?” he asks brushing hair out of your face.

you nod a small smile playing on your lips.

silence fills the room for a minute, before matt speaks.

“did you really mean to send that voice message to me?”

“yeah. i wanted to see what you would do.” you giggle slightly.

he chuckles “well i guess the outcome was me fucking you stupid, huh?”

you nod giggling.

“lets get you cleaned up, silly girl.”

@ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡsғᴀᴡɴ ™ do not steal/repost my writing.

isla’s opinions: : bro matt is such the type to be all giggly after sex, ARGUE WITH THE WALL 😭.

[matthewsfawn]

ᴍᴀᴛᴛ sᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ sᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ᴀ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ – ᴛᴇxᴛs

⌗ bsf!matt fucks your brains out

⌗ bf!matt lets you switch roles

ᴄʜʀɪs sᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɴᴜғᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ...

ʙᴀʀʀʏ ᴀʟʟᴇɴ (ɢʀᴀɴᴛ ɢᴜsᴛɪɴ's ʙᴀʀʀʏ ᴀʟʟᴇɴ)

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɴᴜғᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ...

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɴᴜғᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ...

[matthewsfawn]

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ sᴇɴᴛ ʙsғ!ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ᴀ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ... ★

ᴛʜᴇ ғɪᴄ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴇxᴛs

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: : sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴇʀ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇs

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs: first postt!! maybe ill make a fic based off these messages 😛