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i need to breed him like nobody’s ever been bred before
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ㅤㅤ──── a cozy crew ❞
matt’s bed was a plushie fortress, and y/n nestled deeper into the chaos, his arm draped lazily over her.
mr. wrinketon, the wrinkly pug plushie, was smooshed against her cheek, while benson, the stubby bull, poked her side.
"matt, how do you even sleep with all these?" she asked, shifting as the pumpkin plushie slid off her lap. matt grinned, tugging the popcorn plushie closer like it was his baby.
"easy, they’re my crew. keeps the vibes cozy, ya know?" he pulled her in tighter, her head resting on his chest as a random bear plushie flopped onto her arm.
"you’re a kid," she said, her voice soft but amused.
"you love it," he teased, nuzzling his face into her hair.
the blankets were a mess, half-buried under more stuffed critters—a bunny, a dinosaur, some lumpy mystery thing.
"this bed’s a zoo," she murmured, grabbing mr. wrinketon to tuck him under her chin.
matt chuckled, "our zoo, babe."
she smiled, warm and safe in the plushie pile, his heartbeat steady beneath her.
︶ ͡ ۫ © stxrsniolo & eclipsturns's all rights deserved ! /ᐠ - ˕ -マ
that’s literally how my bed it but it’s lowkey the spider verse cus i have millions of different spider-man plushies
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♱ 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 & 𝘣𝘴𝘧!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ♱
pt.1
⤷ warnings: heavy flirting, mentions of being turned into a vampire
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۶ৎ sub!matt hates being neglected by you . . .
thank u to my love @luvs4matt for the idea <3
the afternoon has become a slow, delicious burn. matt, a master of subtle pleas and yearning glances, has been reduced to a quivering mess of frustrated sexual desire. you however, haven’t even batted matt an eye today. the silence is a weapon, a carefully wielded tool of control that leaves him aching for your attention, your touch, your utter dominance.
matt starts with the small things. a lingering touch of his hand on yours as you pass the remote. a soft, almost imperceptible brush of his thigh against yours as he sits on the couch beside you. each attempt is a carefully calibrated test, a desperate plea for acknowledgement. but you remain impassive, your focus a laser beam, your gaze never wavering from the mundane tasks that occupy your day.
the frustration, the exquisite torment, builds over the next few hours. matt’s hand finds its way to his crotch, the fabric of his pants a meager barrier against his growing hardness. he shifts closer, his body pressed against yours, the pressure a blatant invitation. matt begins to rub, a slow, deliberate dance of desperation, his eyes locked on yours, pleading, begging. "please mama..” he breathes, his voice a ragged whisper. "just look at me. i need you so badly."
a slow, wicked smile curves your lips. you finally turn, your eyes meeting his, a dark promise glinting within them. you know the game, the delicious cruelty of your control, the intoxicating power you wield. "do you?" you purr, your voice a low, velvet caress. "do you really need me, baby?" you asked, knowing damn well how horny he was right now. matt whimpers, a pathetic sound that sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine. "mmph..yes baby..” he gasps, his hand working faster against his clothed length now, the friction a delicious torment. "i’m so hard for you sweetheart, i can't… oh my god..”
you lean in, your voice a husky whisper against his ear. "you like this, don't you? being denied? being left to dangle, desperate and aching?" matt groans, his body arching, his face flushed. "yes… yes, i do…but please…"
"but what?" you tease, your hand finding the soft skin of his inner thigh, your fingers tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric. "you going to beg? are you going to plead? you need to earn my attention like a good boy..” you tease. matt’s eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat. he’s on the verge, teetering on the precipice of climax, his control hanging by a thread. “anything," he chokes out, his voice thick with need. "i’ll do anything… please… let me… mmpph i can't mama…i’m so close…"
you lean back, savoring his desperation. you watch as his hand moves faster, his body trembling with the effort. you're clearly toying with him, savoring the moment, drawing out the pleasure, the torment. you enjoyed teasing him like this. "you’re such a good boy," you smile, your voice dripping with satisfaction. "but you haven't earned it yet. not quite."
you reach out, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw, your thumb brushing against his lips. your eyes lock, a silent battle of wills. "tell me what you want baby.” you demand, your voice a low growl. "say it. use your words." matt looks at you, his eyes alight with a mixture of desperation and desire. he knows exactly what you want to hear.
"i want you.." he whispers, his voice barely audible. "i want you to fuck me. i want you to make me cum, please love, can’t take it..” a slow, satisfied smile spreads across your face. "that's a good boy," you murmur. he looks at you, his eyes filled with a desperate plea. his body is trembling with need, his erection throbbing against his pants. matt’s on the edge, the point of no return drawing near.
“now let’s see how long you can last..” you whisper, your hands slowly teasing his erection, but still not giving him what he wants. the feeling of his orgasm was nearly gone. he was left hard, horny, and yearning for an orgasm. matt knew he had to work for what he wanted. and you were going to make him.
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chris sturniolo smut
filthy
warnings: unprotected sex, use of petnames, established relationship
inspired by this prompt by @muwapsturniolo
the kids are fast asleep, the house stands still, nothing but the sound of dishes clinking under the water as you washed and dried them.
a small frown tugs at your face, worried thoughts invading your silenced mind when you realise your husband is unusually late tonight.
it wasn’t until you were washing the last of the cups when you heard the main door creak open, your head snaps and hand subconsciously reaches to turn the faucet off before grabbing a towel from the side to dry your palms and quite literally sprint towards the hallway.
not even halfway out the kitchen your body was pressed to another.
chris’s sweaty broad frame right in your face when he stops you by holding onto your shoulders.
his long-sleeved white undershirt is no longer white, his blue button up rolled across his arms when he pulls back to look at you.
“woah there, what’s the rush ma?” his tired eyes still glinting with playfulness, a grin spread across his spent features.
his hat turned backwards, small locks of hair peeking out. a tiny cut on his lip evidently showing his habit of biting on it when he is focused or working.
he has had a long day.
you don’t respond to his rhetorical question, simply bringing your palm to his cheek and wiping off the black car grease from under his eye.
“missed you” your voice below a whisper, but he catches it perfectly.
a smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth, slowly pushing your body back with his until your ass hits the edge of the kitchen counter.
“missed me?” he mockingly pouts, his calloused palms trailing down from your shoulders to your back and resting on your hips, giving your ass a little squeeze.
you nod softly, pulling his head down desperately for a kiss but to your surprise he pulls back.
“hey now, im dirty” he spoke chuckling, clearly enjoying your state.
“i dont care” you mutter, pulling his head down again, this time more fiercely, kissing him open mouthed and sloppy.
chris giggles into the kiss before tilting his head, lips complying with yours.
you press your tongue onto his bottom lip before taking it in between your teeth, tugging on it as you taste the dried,salty sweat that probably ran down from his forehead.
his hands roam aimlessly around your body and settle on your hips each time, his nose digging into yours which makes both of your breathing sound heavy and shaky.
your fingers tangle in his hair slightly pulling onto some, you need him bad.
it isn’t long until he grips the back of your thighs, pulling you up and setting you down on the counter—all while not breaking the kiss.
your wet lips recede from chris’s, making their way to his jaw, placing small scurried kisses along the prominent bone then down to his neck.
“slow down, im right here” you can hear the smirk on his face, feeling his chapped lips graze your earlobe.
your small hand clutches the hem of his shirt, pulling it down.
he pulls himself off of you finally getting rid of the worn out shirt around his forearm and grabbing the round collar on the one he is wearing to draw it up his head making his hat fall off in the process.
he was quick to get back to your mouth, hungrily kissing it now. his hand comes up to grab your chin firmly, angling your face to his liking.
his dirt filled nails dig into the skin of your cheeks, his palms that were covered in grease leaving faded splotches on your face.
chris’s free hand drops down to undo his belt hastily, making you pull back and help him out to fasten the process.
“missed me so much huh?” he speaks with a mischievous scoff.
you successfully pull his pants down and look up at him to catch him grinning down at you. his index finger reaching to hook on your shorts and you buck your hips to help him pull them down.
his boxers were down the next second, his hard length springing up to his stomach. tip swollen and aching to be inside you.
his digits find their way to the corner of your panties, pushing them aside in a swift motion, his knee nudging your legs apart before his strong hands wrapped them around his torso.
his breath still ragged from the intense make out, lips red and his mouth hung slightly as he focuses on aligning his tip with your entrance.
he doesn’t warn you before slamming his hips into yours, filling you up completely.
chris lets out a low groan as he starts thrusting hard and deep, gripping your hips tightly.
your head falls back, hands stretched out on the counter.
his pace relentless, each powerful stroke sending jolts of pleasure through you.
“holy shit—” he pants out, his eyes dark with lust.
chris’s jaw drops watching you arch your back and bite your lip, moaning loudly.
the sound of your wet bodies and your ass hitting the cold marble counter with each thrust echoes through out the room.
“oh—fuck chris..” you moan out loud, pressing your eyes shut.
chris grins wickedly, your moan spurring on him. he thrusts deeper, hitting a spot that he knows makes you squirm.
“thats it ma, take it” his voice strained.
his nails dig into the flesh of your hips, plowing into you with intensity.
“nngh…chris” your face scrunched up in pleasure, the knot in your stomach getting tighter.
“fuck, y’feels so good..” he growls, one hand sliding between your bodies to rub your clit furiously.
“oh—oh fuck-” your thighs quiver around him.
“like that? huh?” his breath hits your face and you nod frantically in response.
he knows you’re about to cum when he sees the familiar sight of your eyes rolling back pornographically.
your gummy walls clench around him and his hand comes off your clit to grip the edge of the counter to stabilise himself.
with a screech you cum undone on his dick, forming a white ring around the base.
the sounds you make go straight to his dick, queuing his orgasm.
with a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and comes hard, filling you with his hot cum.
chris stays buried inside you, his dick twitching as he empties himself completely. he is breathing heavily, his sweaty forehead pressed against yours as he comes down from his intense orgasm.
chris smiles softly, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek.
he slowly pulls out, making you both shiver at the sensation. he watches as some of his cum leaks out of you, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
“so you like it when i am filthy huh” his eyebrows quirk up when he looks up at you and you nudge your elbow into his chest at the comment.
he chuckles at your embarrassment.
not proofread, english is not my first language
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Asking everyone to report this weird bitch on wattpad who is stealing my work and pretending to be me! She’s stealing from a black creator/writer and also switched black!reader to white!reader.
This is upsetting and annoying.
PLZ TAG OTHER PPL!!
please report THIS ACCOUNT and reblog to spread the word. this is disgusting.
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dom!matt vs sub!matt 👅👅
how is that the same person i swear he has a doppelgänger