“i know you need me princess, but you gotta work for it, okay? show me how good you can be” matt cooed as he handed you a glass dildo. you hesitantly took it from his hands, a pout spreading across your face. “s’not gonna feel like yours daddy..” you’re sat on the bed, completely bare while matt is fully clothed, standing against the dresser, staring at you.
“i know baby.. but if you make yourself cum, then daddy ‘ll make you cum, sound good?”
“you promise you’ll make me cum..?” he leans forward, hooking his index finger under your chin “i promise sweetheart.. i’ll make you feel so, so good” he placed a soft kiss on your lips, making you whine when he pulled away, going back to where he was standing.
you brought your knees to your chest as you rested on your elbow. you ran the head of the glass dildo through your soaked cunt, teasing your clit. you teased yourself a bit more before you ease the toy into your tight hole. you whimpered, feeling the glass graze your spot.
you started slow, thrusting the dildo in and out of you. you began to get more needy—needy for more. you started going faster, moaning at the pleasure “so pretty.. my pretty girl” matts praise made every pump of the cock feel even more pleasurable. “t.. thank you daddy!”
your eyes were clenched shut, so when you felt lips against your crus, it surprised you. your eyes flew open, making eye contact with him. his eyes were cold yet soft at the same time.
you moved your wrist faster, desperately chasing your high, the knot forming in your stomach. “you’re welcome babygirl, you’re so welcome” he notices how wet you are and how hard you’re clenching around the toy.
“n.. need- need t’cum!” he chuckles, leaning over your body, petting your hair. “go ahead sweet girl” it only took a few more thrusts before you came all over glass with a loud moan. you rode out your high before pulling the toy out of your swollen pussy. he gave you a sweet kiss, whispering to you “good job princess, daddy’s so proud of you”
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why are you hating on the smaller writers “best writers” everyone’s good in their own way. no need to shit on other writers.
the fact that you associate best w “popular” writers is you saying how you acc feel, so don’t pin shit on me
ik hella writers that are not big at all and have left 😂 you clearly have not thought at all b4 typing this, say ts w your chest instead of being a pussy anon
it’s crazyyyy how many of the main popular writers in 2023 have deactivated it makes me so upset, i used to read all there shit and now it’s gone :( if i ever quit i wont deactivate my account js so everything’s still there
i miss all the ppl like guccifrog, gamermattsgf, lovingmattyspots etc it makes me so sad there gone
°•. IMAGINE — Matthew Sturniolo fucking you in front of a mirror.
cw.. unprotected p n v, pet names, praising, overstimulation.
based of this ask !
his grunts and heavy breathing fill the room as he grips your hips tightly. you catch your reflection in the mirror, hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, and eyes fluttering closed with each thrust. you prop yourself up on your arms, arching your back to give him a better angle.
"you like that, baby?" he growls, his voice low and laced with desire. he grinds into you, his pace quickening as he watches your expressions in the mirror. you bite your lip, nodding eagerly, words escaping you as pleasure courses through your veins.
"you.. you're so deep," you manage to whisper, your voice cracking as he hits that spot inside you. a whimper escapes your lips, your fingers curling against the sheets for leverage. your reflection now shows tears pricking the corners of your eyes, the pleasure almost overwhelming.
"let me see you take it, sweetheart," he, reaching around with one hand and applying light pressure to your lower stomach, tilting you upward to take him even deeper. his other hand grips your hip possessively.
your breath hitches, and another desperate, high-pitched whimper escapes your throat as he enters you at an excruciatingly perfect angle. your body convulses, and you bury your face in the pillow to muffle your cries, the sensation becoming almost too much to bear.
he leans over, his body pressing against your back, his lips finding your ear. "louder," he breathes, his voice ragged. his hand leaves your stomach, snaking up to wrap gently around your throat. his touch is light, yet it makes you feel utterly owned.
your body tenses, and a louder, unrestrained cry escapes your lips as he picks up the pace, slamming into you. your reflection shows your mascara running down your cheeks, tears freely flowing now.
"that's it, my love," he encourages, his voice hoarse. his fingers tighten slightly around your throat, feeling your racing pulse. he grins wickedly at your reflection, his eyes flicking between your desperate face and where your bodies are joined. "you're doing so well,"
your hand reaches back, small fingers curling around his wrist in a futile attempt to slow him down. "Matt.. it's too much — please," your voice is barely recognizable, breathy and pleading. he looks at you through the mirror, taking in your disheveled state, and grins.
his grip on your throat remains, his wrist trapped under your hand. he leans back slightly, changing the angle, and you feel himself hitting a spot inside you that makes your vision blur. "no, baby," he says, his voice a low, husky whisper. "it's not too much,”
you gasp, your body tensing as he continues to pound into you, the sensation becoming almost unbearable. your hand falls away from his wrist, gripping the sheets instead. your reflection shows your wide, unblinking eyes, and your mouth open in a silent scream. "M-Matt..”
"shh, just feel me," he murmurs, his voice soothing yet commanding. his hand around your throat tilts your head back, making you look at your reflection. he speeds up, his hips snapping against you as he watches your face contort with overwhelming pleasure.
your reflection shows your features scrunched up, tears streaks down your face, and your mouth open in a silent 'O'. your body convulses with each powerful thrust, and you can feel the pressure inside you building to an unthinkable height. you let out a broken, desperate mewl.
"i can't.. i can't hold it.." your voice is a desperate plea, your body shaking uncontrollably as the wave of release threatens to crash over you. his pace quickens even more, his breathing ragged as he nears his own release.
his hand leaves your throat, tracing down your body. it cups one of your pendulous breasts briefly, squeezing it gently before continuing its descent. his fingers find your swollen, needy bud, and he begins to rub tight circles around it.
your legs shake uncontrollably as he manipulates you expertly, the dual sensations of his hard length thrusting into you and his fingers on your most sensitive spot pushing you to the brink. your hands fist the sheets, knuckles turning white, as you try to anchor yourself amidst the storm of sensations.
"come for me," he growls, his voice low and demanding. his hips piston forward as his fingers continue their relentless rhythm. your body tenses, and with a desperate, wordless cry, you shatter. your vision whites out, and you convulse around him, your legs shaking violently.
he lets out a hoarse groan, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he finds his own release. his arms wrap around you tightly, pulling you flush against him as he empties into you with several powerful jerks of his hips.
your body continues to spasm, your walls milking him as he fills you. he nuzzles your neck, his lips finding that sensitive spot behind your ear. "atta-girl," he breathes, his voice soft and approving. his hands stroke up and down your body soothingly.
his hand caresses your stomach possessively as his eyes rake over your figure still combined with his in the reflection. "look at us," he murmurs, tipping your chin up to look at the mirror.
the reflection shows his hands gripping your hips possessively, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he continues to thrust into you slowly. your body is relaxed, your head lolling back against his shoulder, a picture of utter contentment. "so beautiful.."
his hips stutter, stilling as he comes down from his high. he leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before slowly withdrawing from you. a low moan escapes your lips at the emptiness left behind by his retreat.
as he pulls out, a gush of his release spills out of you, running down your thigh as you collapse back against the bed, utterly spent and satisfied.
blowing shy!chris has always been a fun experience for you, especially because he can't control himself.
“ah… fuck,” chris moans, his lips parting as he watches you bob your head at a leisurely pace, taking him deeper and deeper with each pass. you swallow around him, contracting your throat, causing him to hiss and jerk his hips forward at the feeling.
you’re making a mess of him — drooling over his cock, gagging around him. your eyes bubble with tears at the strain, and you moan when he rolls his hips against your face, fucking your throat gently.
when you look up at him, it’s the prettiest sight; his eyebrows pinched together in pleasure, mouth parted as he pants heavily, his eyes hazy.
chris’ breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue, seeing the way your lips stretch around his cock almost makes him lose it, the pleasure building up inside him like a tight coil about to snap, and deep grunts and groans escaping him now and then as you push him closer and closer to the edge.
“shit,” chris’ voice comes out in a strangled whisper. “please… don’t stop...”
his free hand reaches out to grip the counter to ground himself and you close your eyes, pumping what you struggle to fit into your mouth as you continue to blow him.
“keep goin’... keep — fuck — please keep lookin’ up at me,” chris pleads, his breaths coming out heavy and laboured.
you do as you’re told, opening your eyes, looking up at him through sticky lashes to see him already looking at you, letting out a huff of air as he lets go of your head to push his hair back out of his face.
he lets out a shuddering moan as he feels you use your tongue on the underside of his cock, his body arching even more towards your mouth.
he suddenly speaks up in a shaky, pleading tone, his words coming out in desperate gasps. “please… don’t stop… don’t — don’t stop… fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop… please —”
you moan at his pleading, and his hips twitch at the vibrations, his cock slipping back down your throat and making you gag around him again. you continue focussing on your breathing and relaxing your throat, listening to him whimper as his hand resumes gripping your head.
"thank you thank you thank you.."
authors note. this is sorta copy and pasted from a chris fic i have in the drafts cos i realised how shy!chris coded he was acting when i was reading through it lol, especially with how he doesn't shut the fuck up. so if you see it and think its similar, thats why.
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