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Fully animated. Details on the second clip. Enjoy🤲🔥
𖦹 ─ 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆
"mm, fucking... holy shit─" matt cursed as his hands started to sweat from stress. your mouth felt so good around him, he could feel the warmth of it enveloping him, it drove him insane.
your knees hurt a little to suck him while balancing yourself on the passenger seat, but you couldn't care less.
he had to keep his eyes on the road, it was too fast, too many cars in the way, he couldn't pull over, and it took all of his strength not to just throw his head back and enjoy you.
it pissed him off, you knew this was dangerous and still chose to take that risk, you realized how much it pissed him off when you could feel his hand oh the back of your head pushing you down his shaft, trying to hide how your noises and your glossy eyes made him whimper.
"dont give me those eyes...you wanted it so you're going to fucking take it" he grumbled, stopping the car at a red light so now both his hands were free. he took one leg off the breaks, trusting his hips up until he could feel himself hitting the back of your throat.
he thought it was his own way for punishing you, little did he knew you just loved it. feeling him reaching his high as he tried to muffle his whines with biting the collar of his shirt, fuck, that was hot.
you lifted youself up, sitting back on your sit as you saw the light turned green. he could focus more on the road now, but he hated how you left him like that, a needy mess.
masterlist part two
a/n: ugh a girl can only dream, but anyway should I make a longer part two for this??
t: @frostmellow @zenithsturniolo @starrii-sturns @mattsplaything @sturnslutz @izzylovesmatt @spaghettislut1 @adorechris @mattsslutt @mattslvrxo
part one — silly 'addicts' groupchat texts ft. my frat au (matt, chris, sap, cherry, nick, and nate)
disclaimer. these are all screenshotted and shared from cherry’s phone !
a/n. apologies for any typos and / or weird cropping ! i made these all for fun last night cs i realized i haven't really given y'all much recently. sorry for the lowk low effort post, but i think these are funny and at least slightly entertaining, so lmk if you guys want more !!
submissive ahhh
𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙾 ₊˚ෆ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏!𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒
smut ღ dividers → @bernardsbendystraws ฅ^._.^ฅ
𝚍𝚘𝚖!𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𐙚
Matt fucking his cum into you <3
‘Take that dick baby..oo so good princess’ <3
Snap video from Matt when you’re away <3
Pretty voice pretty face<3
Tongue tied <3
Helping hand <3
Wakey wakey sweetheart <3
Brats don’t get rewarded, but punished. <3
My personal fuck toy <3
Can you take it baby? <3
Your soft touch <3
Can you scream for me? <3
who doesn’t love a good dom!matt moment ;)
🏷️- @shaquilles-0atmeal @monroesturnns @blahbel668 @mattssluttywaist @jetaimevous @kayeeaa @ribread03 @meatballlover10
𝖲𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖮𝖫𝖮 𝖳𝖱𝖨𝖯𝖫𝖤𝖳𝖲 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ 𝖭𝖥𝖲𝖶 𝖯!𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖪𝖲
𓍢˚𝚐𝚊𝚢!! 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 ꩜
!! ＭＤＮＩ !! (nate included!!)
𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗈 ⋆. 𐙚 ̊
so rough.. [matt loves to go rough but he’ll always take care of you after(idk why it won’t work)]
needy bsfs [you and matt just couldn’t hold back anymore..(bottom!!matt)]
wouldn’t want chris or nick to find out, eh [sub!matt]
the type of videos matt sends you while your vacating vs. the type you send
chris sturniolo ⋆. 𐙚 ̊
you were drunk so it doesn’t count.. right? [enemy!chris dom!chris]
no matter what, chris can’t seem to keep you quiet [sub!u]
rough fucker!chris [he can’t help it when you sit there so innocent looking]
chris is obsessed with your mouth [twink!u]
nick sturniolo ⋆. 𐙚 ̊
the darker the room, the better [dom!u]
surely matt won’t mind u using the van [dom!nick]
thank god matt and chris are in Boston [secret relationship]
it’s just mutual [right…?]
nate doe ⋆. 𐙚 ̊
poor boy can’t take it [sub!nate]
shhh… [wouldnt want your brothers (chris matt and nick) finding out their best friends fucking their little brother]
pretty little thing.. [nate knows how to treat u right]
you were being such a brat [braty!sub!u]
anyone wanna be tagged in stuff??
THE HOME WE BUILT
POV: Everyone says love changes after a baby. No one tells you what happens when it changes into something you don't recognize.
TW: Postpartum themes, mature emotional content, infidelity, relationship conflict, grief, and heartbreak.
Y/N’s POV:
The house had never been this quiet.
Not even during those sleepless nights when our daughter finally drifted off against my chest and the only sound was the hum of the baby monitor.
Tonight, the silence was different.
It felt… final.
I stood at the kitchen counter, rocking the bottle in my hand back and forth, watching the formula swirl into a cloudy white.
Two months.
Our daughter was only two months old.
The pediatrician said she was healthy. My mom said I looked tired. The mirror told me I looked like someone I didn’t recognize.
The oversized T-shirt I wore was stained with formula. My hair had been thrown into the same messy bun for three days. Dark circles settled permanently beneath my eyes, and every time I caught my reflection, all I could see was how much pregnancy had changed me.
I kept telling myself Chris still saw me.
That he still looked at me the way he did in high school.
Back when he’d steal my blanket because it smelled like me.
Back when forever sounded easy.
The front door unlocked.
I didn’t turn around.
“Hey,” he said.
I nodded.
“She’s asleep.”
“Finally?”
“Mhm.”
He set his keys on the counter.
Silence.
Again.
We used to fill silence so easily.
Now it swallowed us whole.
“I made dinner.”
“I’m not hungry.”
Of course he wasn’t.
Lately, nothing I did seemed to reach him.
“I think…” he started.
Immediately, my stomach dropped.
No sentence had ever started with I think and ended well.
“I think we need to talk.”
I laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because of course.
Of course it was tonight.
Of course it was after I had finally gotten the baby to sleep.
Of course it was after another day of wondering why he barely looked at me anymore.
I slowly placed the bottle on the counter.
“about what?”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
The same nervous habit he’d had since we were fourteen.
“I don’t think this is working.”
I stared.
“…What?”
“Us.”
The word echoed in my ears.
Us.
There hadn’t been an us in months.
Not really.
Not since I got pregnant.
Not since he started coming home later.
Not since every kiss felt obligatory.
I swallowed hard.
“So…”
I forced a smile.
“What are we doing? Therapy? More date nights? We can ask my mom to watch the baby one night—”
“I met someone.”
Everything stopped.
The refrigerator hummed.
A car passed outside.
Somewhere upstairs, the floor creaked.
But inside me…
Nothing.
“What?”
“I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
My lips parted, but no sound came out.
“I’ve been seeing someone.”
Seeing.
Such a gentle word.
As if it didn’t carry knives.
I frowned.
“…Since when?”
He looked away.
My heart already knew.
It knew before he answered.
“Since…”
His voice barely came out.
“…Since you were pregnant.”
I forgot how to breathe.
“No.”
“I—”
“No.”
I shook my head harder.
“No.”
He stepped toward me.
“Y/n—”
“Don’t.”
I backed away so quickly my hip hit the counter.
“No.”
Pregnant.
While I was pregnant.
While I was throwing up every morning.
While I cried because nothing fit.
While he held my hand during ultrasounds.
While he kissed my forehead after hearing our baby’s heartbeat.
While he told me I was beautiful.
He was sleeping with someone else.
I looked down at my body.
The loose shirt.
The stomach that hadn’t gone back.
The faint stretch marks peeking above my waistband.
Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around myself.
It was like I suddenly understood why he stopped touching me.
Every insecurity I’d fought for months came rushing back all at once.
Was it because I wasn’t pretty anymore?
Because I was tired?
Because all I talked about was diapers and feeding schedules?
Because I wasn’t her anymore.
The fourteen year-old girl he’d fallen in love with.
“I’m sorry.”
I looked up so fast my neck hurt.
“Sorry?”
He nodded.
“I never wanted to hurt you.”
A laugh escaped me.
Broken.
Small.
“You had months to stop.”
Silence.
“You woke up next to me every morning.”
Silence.
“You watched our daughter be born.”
His eyes filled.
Mine already had.
“And you still came home pretending you loved me.”
He wiped at his face.
“I care about you.”
The words hit harder than if he’d slapped me.
Care.
Not love.
Care.
“I think…”
He inhaled shakily.
“…maybe we’d be better off as friends.”
Friends.
I blinked.
Then laughed.
This time louder.
Almost hysterically.
“Friends?”
He closed his eyes.
“Please don’t make this harder Y/n.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“Harder?”
My voice cracked.
“You think I’m making this harder?”
I pointed toward the stairs where our daughter slept.
“Christopher…”
I couldn’t even recognize my own voice anymore.
“…we have a child.”
He stayed silent.
“We made a whole person.”
I laughed through tears.
“I still wake up every two hours because she needs me.”
“My body is still healing.”
“I still have stretch marks from carrying your daughter.”
I hit my chest.
“And you…”
Another sob escaped before I could stop it.
“…you want to be friends?”
He whispered my name.
I shook my head.
“No.”
I couldn’t stop crying now.
“No, no, no…”
“Friend?”
I wiped my face angrily.
“Tell me how.”
He looked at me helplessly.
“No.”
“Tell me.”
My voice rose.
“How do I forget the first time you told me you loved me?”
“How do I forget prom?”
“Our graduation?”
“The tiny apartment we could barely afford?”
“The crib we built together?”
“You crying when you heard her heartbeat?”
“The way you kissed my forehead while I was in labor?”
I took one shaky step toward him.
“Tell me, Christopher.”
“How do I erase every version of us…”
“…so I can call you my friend?”
He had no answer.
Because there wasn’t one.
Just then—
A cry echoed from upstairs.
Our daughter.
Hungry.
Crying for her parents.
For a second, we both looked toward the ceiling.
Then back at each other.
And I realized something that hurt almost as much as everything he’d said.
No matter what happened after tonight…
He would always be the father of my child.
And I would always remember the boy who promised he’d never leave me.
Even if the man standing in front of me already had.
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Snaps with Secret Bf! Chris part four
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