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Pretty please?

Put your fingers inside me and let me hump your palm. I wanna feel you move your wrist and watch me whimper as the palm of your hand brushes over my clit . Can you let me wet your fingers, pretty please?

tell me what porn to get off to so i can become even more disgusting 💖💖💖 plant all ur desires into my brain so that i can only cum to what turns YOU on

✨reblog if you're accepting anonymous asks about anything✨

A vagina is a woman's penis. So true, Chris

y’all this is the prophecy

Ok so my grandmother is currently 63, my mother is currently 33, I’m currently 13, and my cousin who I call my son is currently 3.

my grandma was 30 when she birthed my mama, my mama was 20 when I was birthed and I was 10 when my cuz was birthed!

we’re literally the prophecy!!!!!!!!!!

Story time

So, I was on the bus this evening. It’s a bus with middle schoolers and high schoolers on it and I was hanging out with my high school friend. He’s in 10th grade and I’m in eighth grade and I was playing around with my recently deceased dogs choke chain, and I put it on my wrist like it was handcuffs, and he jokingly grabs the middle of it, puts my arms up and pins me against the window, and we were talking like I wasn’t pinned against the window!

“So how was math? Finally finish your homework?”

“It was good, and no.”

“Well what can I do for ya' darling?”

“Um letting me go would be nice?”

“But your just so pretty from this angle…”

um what?

”happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light”

dumbly-door Prisoner of Azkaban

Can you do little!matt headcannons?

[🩹] little!matt sturniolo headcannons

paring : little!matt x cg!gn!reader

divider credit : @agsthv

a/n : there's this thing called stardew valley and me and my girls? well....we've gone pro. (lower case intended !)

🩹 slightly younger age-range. i’d say maaaybe 2-4?

🫧 started regressing after his therapist recommended it

🦈 thought it was silly at first, but decided to keep trying it

🩹 eventually he figured out what worked for him

🫧 can’t go a week without regressing now !

🦈 while little!johnnie is mostly picky, matt more-so has a phobia of certain/new foods

🩹 takes a LOT of hand-holding and gentle affirmations for him to try something new

🫧 “mama/dada/baba…” “i’m here angel, just a small bite…okay?”

🦈 of course, you would never force him to

try a food he didn’t want too !!

🩹 LOVES his stuffies.

🫧 god forbid one falls off the bed, because poor thing will start crying

🦈 was extremely iffy about paci’s at first,

🩹 still gets nervous about using them casually but after a long week?

🫧 get this man a juice box and his PACI.

🦈 bottles though?

🩹 matt WAS anxious at first to try a bottle but when you offered holding him while he drank?

🫧 there was no stopping him

🦈 absolutely lives and breathes for his bottle

🩹 just imagine little!matt curled up in your lap, head against your chest as you run your fingers through his hair, slowly falling asleep with a bottle :( /pos

🫧 “mama/dada/baba…hold?” “okay baby, c’mere.”

🦈 little!matt holding onto his cg’s shirt to nap ☹️🫶

🩹 i honestly don’t see little!matt being a fussy little

🫧 maybe only acting out when tired or overstimulated

🦈 “no! ‘m don’t want you!” “please darling? what about a bottle?” “…” *que matt crawling onto your lap and saying sorry five minutes later*

🩹 definitely gets shy talking about his age regression when OUTSIDE of littlespace

🫧 “matt! do you think you’d like this toy?” “🍅 um..yeah…🍅”

🦈 if cg!matt is the gentlest, little!matt is the sweetest <3

lil face reveal!

(might delete later)

haha (i’m scared shitless)

If I get at least 5 followers before midnight 4\3\24 I will do a face reveal😅😅😅😄😃😁

Im scared y'all but please follow me

Wait @heartsforchrisandmatt your so pretty omfg come fuck me rn, ps im 12 so fyi I'm not an old man lol

Wait that makes me sound weirder oops

lil face reveal!

(might delete later)

haha (i’m scared shitless)

I’m obsessed

could you write something about reader and johnnie related to the line 'he love me but he fucks me like he hates my guts' from the song yummy? ty 💕💕

Tease.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

warnings: use of ma, baby, mama, love, babe, slut, cheating, rough sex, unprotected sex (please use protection lol), overstimulation, implied hair pulling.

third person.

Johnnie had never thought of you as anything more than his best friend. maybe he had thought about you late at night, biting his tongue so as not to wake up jake in the room over, but never past that. he had always shooed away the thought, anyway.

ever since his past girlfriend, he had refused to ever think of another person romantically. although, he had acknowledged from time to time how funny, kind, and beautiful you were. he admired you in a friend way, he told himself.

although, whenever you had posted a selfie laying in your bed in the cutest outfit he had ever seen, it made him rethink your relationship.

he thought about the way your face lit up brighter than the sun when you saw him and the way your hand would purposefully graze him every chance you got. how could he be so oblivious? he began to think as his feelings for you grew.

you never seemed to mention other guys until you did. it was late at night whenever you had walked into johnnies room and asked him for advice. you wanted to know how to respond to a flirty text some random guy on instagram had sent, you explained. You thought he was cute and lived just a city over. this infuriated johnnie, as his feelings had been brewing for about 3 months now.

it didn't help that he got to see you every day, not that he was complaining, but it was torture. he frequently thought of you in your booty shorts and oversized band t-shirt early in the morning, making breakfast. or the slutty dresses youd wear to parties every other weekend. dont even get him started on the rhinestone belts you incorporated into every outfit. you had one in every different color, and he believed it was the cutest thing, your little addiction to them. it became too much to bear, and he frequently considered pouring his heart out to you. but he never did. things were going well with the other guy, and all he wanted was for you to be happy.

first person.

"Why are we even hanging all of this up? everyone is gonna be too drunk to notice, anyway." i complained, my arms beginning to ache as i held the decorations of choice to the wall while johnnie pinned them.

he shrugged, his eyes trailing down my body as i stretched. "cause were cool."

"i guess," i sighed, "im so worried, the guy I've been talking to is coming tonight." truth was, i could give a fuck less about that guy. yeah, he was sweet, but he wasn't johnnie. he wasn't anywhere close to being as prefect as johnnie was.

i looked into his eyes, praying he would beg me to uninvite him and be his, but that didn't happen. "Don't be, you'll be good," he responded nonchalantly before turning away to go put up valuables in the house that could be broken.

i stared at him for a moment before turning around and tending to my own work.

"Do you think this dress is okay?" i asked frantically.

"y/n, people are about to start showing up, and you're still trying to get dressed -" johnnie began to scold as he turned around.

his face flushed as he admired me in the dress. his eyes hesitated, staring at the slit in the dress that revealed my thigh and how the cut of the dress complimented my cleavage. he stayed silent.

"...so?" i asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"yeah, its whatever. its good." he brushed me off, going to unlock the door.

i hated how much he acted like he didn't care. i rolled my eyes and walked back to my room to put my shoes on. even though it was my own house, i didn't want anyone looking at my feet, of course. i put on my comfiest pair of heels and went to grab the drinks from the kitchen. i organized them on the table, setting out the plastic cups. i felt an arm wrap around my waist as a presence moved next to me.

"hey, its good to see you." the guy from instagram whispered in my ear. i leaned into his touch, ignoring the growing ache in my heart. "you look stunning."

"Thank you," i smile, "it's good to see you, too." This was only the second time we had ever seen each other in person.

i heard johnnie laughing behind me, presumably speaking to jake. i glanced behind me to see him leaning on the counter. he looked at me at the exact same time. He held his breath as his eyes ran over every part of me before turning his attention back to jake.

i sighed, "you wanna go dance?" i asked, hoping he'd say yes and hoping johnnie would hate it.

his eyes shined with lust, "Of course."

i grabbed his hand and dragged him into the other room, making sure we were still in johnnies vision. the guys hands moved to my hips immediately, pulling me onto him. my eye twitched with anger. i hoped it would work. i hoped and prayed johnnie would give in and make me his, so i had a reason to end this situationship. distractions weren't working anymore.

i kept my eyes on johnnie as he turned to watch. his eyebrows scrunched together whenever he saw the way i was pressed into the guy. his hand gripped the cup tighter, his knuckles turning white. i held eye contact the whole time, my gaze never leaving his as our movements became more sexual.

johnnie turned back to jake, saying something before setting his cup down and walking over to me. "can i steal you for a second?"

"Sure, bro," the guy said, taking his hands off of me and letting me walk away with johnnie.

"what, johnnie?" i groan, "im just trying to have fun."

he pushed me into my room and shut the door behind us and locked it. "what the fuck do you think youre doing?"

"what do you mean?" my heart raced.

"You know exactly what you're doing." he whispered in my ear, his pale arms snaked around me and grabbed my hips. "You've been teasing me for so long."

he pulled me closer. i pressed my hands against his chest. "really? what makes you say that?" i taunted.

"Those tiny jean shorts you wear around the house. you never wear them out, so i know they're for me. and those studded belts you always wear that somehow make your body even sexier than it already is." his hands slid down my thighs and pulled up my dress. it bunched around my waist as he squeezed my ass. "you really think i dont notice all the slutty little things you do?"

i bit my lip, feeling his nails digging into my flesh. "i was hoping you did. ive wanted you for so long."

"me too, mama." he replied before crashing his lips onto mine.

the kiss was rough and needy. he pressed me against the wall, his hands dragging up my body to my tits. he squeezed and pawed at them, not bothering to be gentle. i let out a soft moan on his lips. i felt him grow harder through his jeans as he pressed into me. i began to pull off of his shirt, immediately returning to the kiss as it landed on the floor. he wrapped his hand around my neck, squeezing gently. our teeth occasionally clashed as we tried to take as much of each other as possible.

he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist before bringing me to the bed. he tossed me down on my back before crawling on top of me. his mouth found the soft spot on my neck, biting and sucking until dark hickeys covered my neck and chest. he pulled the top of my dress down, revealing my bare chest.

he hummed, "god, you're so beautiful." he murmured before taking my nipple into his mouth. his tongue swirled over the bud, sucking gently. i moaned and arched my back, grinding onto his buldge.

"fuck, johnnie, let me have you." i pleaded, beginning to unbuckle his pants.

"Yes, ma'am." he complied, pulling his pants and boxers down around his ankles. his hard dick sprung out of his jeans.

i hissed, "shit."

johnnie slipped his middle and ring finger in my mouth. "Spit, baby." i did as he told, licking his fingers before spitting on them. my gaze never left his. i watched as lust overtook his eyes. "Good girl."

he rubbed my spit on his cock, wincing slightly as the friction. his slender fingers slipped through the lace strap of my underwear, pulling them down. i choked out curses as the cold air hit my pussy.

"god, youre fucking soaked." he smriked, "youre going to do so good for me, ma."

he gripped my hips, aligning his tip with my entrance before slowly sliding his cock inside of me. my mouth fell ajar as a soft moan escaped my lips. he bottomed out, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. my walls squeezed his cock, sending shivers through my body.

"fuck," he choked out, "are you okay?" he checked, running his hand over my cheek and pulling on my bottom lip.

i nodded quickly, wrapping my legs around his waist. his fingers intertwined with mine, putting one hand above my head. his other stayed on my hip, gripping so tightly i figured there'd be bruises in the morning. he began to thrust slowly, taking his time with me.

"I've wanted to feel you for so long," he muttered on my lips before kissing me softly. "god, youre so perfect. do you think you can take me, babe?"

i hesitated before nodding. "yes, oh my- please."

he moved his hand, so he had a firm hold on my hips. speeding up his pace, he whispered sweet nothings under his breath. "That's it, baby." his hand flew to my clit, rubbing circles.

my back arched slightly as i threw my head back. he took that to his advantage, his cock driving further into me. "Oh, shit." i moaned, placing my hand on his chest. "johnnie, i-i can't.."

"Yes, you can, love. i believe in you." his eyebrows furrowed. "im not done with you, yet."

i nodded, letting pleasure take over my body. moans and curses flowed out of my mouth. his pace was relentless. my mind was fuzzy, and i couldn't form any words besides his name. i moaned his name loud, forgetting other people could hear.

"you arent worried about your little boyfriend hearing you?" he chuckled in between pants, "youre such a slut, i love it."

"only you," i repeated, "only for you."

"That's my girl," he slammed my g-spot over and over as a knot began to form in my stomach. "youre mine."

i nodded eagerly, "'m gonna cum, baby."

"Me too, where do you want me?" he asked breathlessly. his thrusts became sloppy.

"inside. im on the pill," i moaned out, louder than i was expecting.

"i fucking love you." his raspy voice responded. "cum with me, mama."

his thumb met my clit again as my walls milked his cock, taking every last drop of his cum inside. my orgasm took over my body, making me go limp.

he kissed my forehead. "god, you're amazing," he flipped me over so i was bending over the bed, "give me one more."

all i could do was nod as i was still recovering from my previous orgasm. without warning, he was inside of me again, his quick pace never faltering.

my moans became high-pitched. the overstimulation was a mix of pain and pleasure. his fingers tangled in my hair, pushing my head down into the bed as he hit a different angle inside of me. his other hand gripped my ass as low whimpers slipped from his lips.

"fuck, i love you so much." his sweet words contradicting his actions. i tried to say it back, but it came out unintelligible. he stopped thrusting, balls deep inside of me. "use your words, baby."

"fuck, i love you." i grinded my ass into his hips, "i love you so much."

his cock began to drill into me again as i felt the knot in my stomach tighten again. "You close?" i moaned out in agreement. "Me too,"

my second orgasm hit me like a truck at the same time his did. johnnie collapsed onto the bed next to me. "we'll go shower when everyone leaves." he said breathlessly. i nodded in agreement. i laid my head on his chest and knocked the fuck out.

I love you pookie

'tis the damn season - c.s

a/n: you already know the deal, based on the song. kinda all over the place. idk. chris' pov

if i wanted to know who you were hanging with, while I was gone I would have asked you

here i am at ten at night standing in the grocery store aisle looking at the only girl i’ve ever considered loving. it wasn’t like she was my girlfriend or anything but she was someone who meant something to me. everything to me. there just wasn’t enough time for us, enough time for me to admit to myself that it was okay to fall in love. when i had met her it was only three months before moving out to la. i didn’t know i would only have three months with her, if i did, i would have never started something with her. 

by the time i got over my issues and was ready to be her boyfriend, my life was being uprooted and i was moving across the country. it wasn’t that i didn’t want to be with here anymore, it was definitely the opposite, i just didn’t know how to make us work from across the country. it had been a year since i had left her behind, i never stopped thinking about her. now here i am standing across from her in the grocery store aisle while my brothers are nowhere to be found. 

we both have nothing to say for a while. me because i’m embarrassed and her because i left her. i knew it would crush her but i also had no choice, i wished i thought i could make it work but i’d never be able to do the distance. we both stared at each other for a while before i got the courage to speak.

“how have you been?” i muster up the courage to say and she stares blankly for an eternity before answering. i know she’s nervous because she’s rambling and fidgeting with her fingers. i can tell she wants to slap me across the face instead of pretending to be nice. i understand why, i’d hate me too, but i’m grateful she chooses fake niceties instead. i can feel a tightening in my heart as she tells me too much about herself. her new job, her new life, the new people she’s hanging out with. it hurts to know she’s moved on. she doesn’t mention another guy, maybe there isn’t one. 

there's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me

it’s been two days since i saw her in the grocery store. somehow the conversation lightened enough for me to ask her out to lunch to catch up. i knew she was hesitant, but i swore to her it was nothing more than that. i wanted to apologize to her, face-to-face, not over text with some bullshit excuse. she deserved that at least. 

when she met me for lunch, she was as beautiful as ever. the way her smile lit up when she talked to the server and thanked them after everything they brought. she was the kind of person to say please and thank you for everything. even when she cried, which she did this day. when i tried to apologize for leaving her here, with as little as a text goodbye, i watched her eyes glaze over.

 i didn’t want to make her cry, i wanted the opposite actually, i wanted her to know i was an idiot for not trying to make it work. i hurt her because i was hurt. maybe if i had worked through my issues sooner, maybe if i had realized i wanted a commitment before it was too late. we could have had real time together as a couple. if i didn’t waste three months in a talking stage, maybe we would have tried to make it work.

“i still care about you, nothing can ever change that, i’m sorry for making you upset, i just wanted to say i’m sorry again.” i reached my hand across the table to squeeze her hand, she used to find it comforting, i was hoping she still did. she didn’t pull away which i took as a good sign. i saw her face change slightly. instead of a frown, i was now looking at a half smile that had formed on her face. maybe i was getting somewhere with her.

so we could call it even, you could call me babe for the weekend

“i should have fought for you. i should have tried harder to make you stay, well i know you had to go but i guess, i should have fought you harder on staying in your life.” she had someone managed to make herself feel guilty for something i had done. none of it was her fault, she couldn't have changed even if she wanted to. i spent an hour trying to convince her none of it was her fault but she still tried to balance the scale of who messed up more. 

i used my humor she used to love to make her feel better and i finally got to hear her laugh again. the entire time we were seeing each other, i don’t think i spent a day with her that she dodn’t laugh. it was contagious, as soon as i heard it, i couldn’t help but be happy. suddenly, nothing that happened a year ago mattered, it was like i never left. i missed this more than anything. 

“so, what do you say, we hang out again this weekend, for old times sake?” she asked me as we headed back out to our cars. i could tell her voice was still fragile, unsure if she was making the right decision. i was unsure if it was the right answer to say yes. the last thing i wanted to do was hurt her again. she was smiling at me like she used to, there’s no way i could pass this up. 

i’m stayin' at my parents' house, and the road not taken looks real good now

we agreed that this would be a one time thing, being together one last time, before we both moved on for good. she came over to my parents house when no one was home, i brought her upstairs like i always used to do. she looked around my room and saw that nothing had changed. her fingers dragged across my old shelves as she soaked it all in. this was the place we had so many memories. endless conversations, movie nights, the kissing, everything in this room used to be so good.

i laid her on the bed and kissed her slowly. everything felt right again, i didn’t want this to end. i swear i could stay in this room with her forever. we didn’t end at the kissing and i could remember the way she used to make me feel so vividly and now i was feeling it again. how was i supposed to go back to la after this. i watched her as she got redressed and tried to say goodbye, i know she didn’t want to, so i stopped her from walking out this time, like i should have a year ago.

“you don’t have to go, you know? what if it was more than a weekend?” 

and it always leads to you in my hometown

we spent the rest of my time in boston together, it was exactly like i wanted. the rest of the world didn’t matter when i was with her. it was my last night in boston and usually i’d spent it with my parents but i needed the most time i could get with her before i went back. i needed to know where this was going. 

i went over to her place to watch a movie, we both wanted a quiet night in. we laid on her couch in comfortable silence while the movie played. her fingers roamed through my hair as my head rested in her lap. we had to talk eventually, but it couldn’t be before i was ready to go. 

it was getting late and i had an early flight. i had to leave soon but i wasn’t ready to leave. “where is this going, like what are we now?” i watched her eyes dim as she heard my question. it wasn’t a good sign for me and i wished i’d never asked. if she didn’t answer i could have hope. 

“well you’re going back to la right, in 12 hours?” i nodded and she let out a sigh. “we can’t be anything across the country from one another chris.” it stung to hear her words and then i realized those are almost the exact same words i used a year ago. “i don’t want to lose contact again, and i’ll be here when you come home but..” i zoned out for the rest of her sentence. i couldn’t hear it from her again. i guess it would always just lead back to her. 

you can run, but only so far

i went back to la as expected. it was a hard flight back, i thought about turning around from the airport and just begging for more but i knew i couldn’t. i had two more months before i was going back to boston, which meant two more months until i got to see her again. the first week i was back in la, we texted frequently, reminiscing on the time we spent together in the past two weeks. 

the second week, the texts were still there and we even called a few times. i felt myself starting to go back to the feelings i had for her before. it was impossible to not fall in love with her. by the time the first month was over, i could feel her growing distant. hours to respond, no time for calls, she stopped seeming happy to talk to me. 

when i finally got the courage to ask her what changed, she confessed that letting me back into her life was harder than she thought. it was hard for her to feel her feelings creep back up when i had hurt her the first time. she didn’t want to ruin what we had. i wanted to fly back right then and there, tell her i loved her, never leave her again. 

communication had essentially come to a halt between us. it felt impossible for us to just be friends. how can you be friends with someone you know you want to be with but can’t? how do you wait two months just to kiss someone again that you know you can’t have forever? we were both running away from the inevitable and there was only so far for us to go. 

we could just ride around, and the road not taken looks real good now

i was back in boston again. we hadn’t been texting much but she said she’s always be here when i got home. i knew if i sent a message, she would respond and we’d be pulled back into the cycle we had created. the first night home, i didn’t tet her. she knew i was here, i told her the dates a month ago, and she wasn’t the type to forget. part of me wanted her to text me, ask me to meet up, that way i would know i wasn’t the only one falling into pattern. 

she texted me the next night, asking if she could pick me up. she wanted to drive around like we used to and listen to some new music. apparently she had been waiting for me to come back to listen. she knew me like the back of her hand, there was no way i was saying no. 

she picked me up shortly after and we did exactly as planned. we drove around until four in the morning, at least a hundred songs were played and we ended up back at her apartment. the plan was originally to run in and pee before she drove me home but somehow, it turned into us both being too tired to leave again. we laid in her bed together with he back pressed against my chest. one of my arms was under her neck and the other snaked around her waist.

“i love you.” i whispered as she fell asleep. i didn’t know if she heard me but it didn’t hurt to say it.

sleep in half the day just for old times' sake

neither of us woke up until one in the afternoon. are bodies were closer than they were the night before. when we woke up, we spent the day like a couple, she made herself coffee in the morning, we cooked dinner together and stayed in her apartment for an entire day. this was all i needed, her with me.

the rest of my time in boston was like this. i had even brought her over to the house and reintroduced her to everyone. i wanted to tell her i loved her every second of every day but i held back. i knew it would just hurt us both when i went back to la. he week long trip was too short, i tried to extend it but there was work to be done.

the night before i left, we were back in her apartment eating dinner. we were laughing about something that occurred earlier in the day and i was so caught up in admiring her, i let an i love you slip out of my mouth. her eyes widened and she didn’t speak. 

“i’m sorry. it just came out.” i was nervous, her silence was terrifying. “i’m not going to say i didn’t mean it because i did but-” she finally spoke to cut me off. 

“i love you.” she said it but she wasn’t smiling. “i love you but we shouldn’t be saying these things. we weren’t supposed to get back to this point.” 

“i can’t help that i love you.” 

“i can’t either but we should at least try. we only work when you’re back here.” 

“but what if we could work. we’ve never really tried.”

“we both know it won’t work chris. i’m sorry.” the rest of the night was awkward. we both were uncomfortable with one another’s stance on the situation but we were both too attached to one another to not spend this last night together. 

so I'll go back to la, and the so-called friends, who'll write books about me, if i ever make it

we woke in bed after confessing we loved each other and i immediately had to go to the airport. there wasn’t more time to question why she thought it wouldn’t work, she had made up her mind. just because i was hurt by her answer, didn’t mean i wanted to leave her. i made my brothers bring my bag and pick me up from her place. i had a feeling this would happen, so i said goodbye to my parents last night. they understood and they told me to go get the girl, but i didn’t. 

i’m back in la once again with people i can’t stand. the friends never stick around and the girls are never here. i’m not willing to settle for anyone else. she’s the only girl that’s ever made me feel like i wanted something more than a one night stand but now i couldn’t even do that. any girl i’d look at, i’d imagine her face, wonder how hurt she’d be, it stopped me every time. i wished i could promise her i’d come home more often, i wished i could convince her to leave her life behind and move here instead. until something changes, i’m stuck here, without her.

and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'

we haven’t spoken since i left boston. it’s been two weeks of hoping she’ll say something, call me and ask me to come back. she doesn’t call, she doesn’t text, there’s radio silence. i spent another two weeks moping around, i complained about it to anyone who would listen. i was too afraid to make the first move again, she made it clear she didn’t think it could work, but if we loved each other, why did we have to stop completely.

all i do for a while i wonder, i think about what she might be doing, what she might be thinking. if she’s typed out a hundred messages to me and deleted them all. she was the only person who knew me better than myself. she could sense i was stressed from a mile away and now we were across the country from each other once again, not on speaking terms. something had to change before i drove myself crazy.

and the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own

i waited another week before biting the bullet. it had been a month and half since you had spoken to her. somehow you went a whole year without speaking but ever since that night in the grocery store, it was impossible for you to not think about her every day. if it meant breaking your own heart it didn’t matter. 

i finally worked up the courage to send her a text. “i know this is sudden, but i’ll be back in boston on saturday, i’m not happy with the way we left things, and i miss you.” all i could do was watch and wait. maybe she would answer and tell me she was in a coma or something, maybe she still cared. or maybe it was exactly what it seemed, i messed up my first chance and there was no way of winning her over.

it always leads to you in my hometown

she didn’t text me back until i went back to boston. she sent a text shortly after i landed, asking me to come over, she wanted to talk. it was without hesitation i made matt turn the car around and drop me off at her place.

“you sure you don’t want me to wait? what if it doesn’t go over well?” he asked me as i got out. 

“choosing not to think about it like that.” i smiled and closed the door as he drove away. i made my way up to her door and knocked. my heart beating out of my chest, not knowing what kind of conversation to expect. when she opened the door to let me in, her apartment was stripped to almost nothing. 

“holy shit did you get robbed?” i laughed walking in to sit down at her kitchen island. 

“no, even worse.” she sounded ominous but she was somehow smiling. i looked at with with confusion plastered across my face. “i sold it all. i’m going back with you.” her serious face turned into a smile.

“what? are you being serious?” 

“yes, i know it was shitty of me not to text but at first i was upset. i was upset that we love each other and couldn’t make it work but then i really wanted to text you, i really wanted to tell you to come back.” she had to pause for a moment to catch her breath. al i could do was stare at her and hope it wasn’t a dream. “but i know you can’t come back. so i spent a month getting it all set up so i could come back with you. i’ll have to stay with you for a little while i hope that’s-” 

“come here.” she didn’t need to finish, i didn’t care how long she stayed with me, i’d wish she’d never leave actually. she was no longer the girl back home i had to wait and see. she was my girl and i could see her all the time.

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okkkkkk why do i love this

P.S. ITS NOT MINE !!!!!!!!!!!

over the phone

matt sturniolo x reader

based on this request by my beautiful wife @worldlxvlys ily

warnings: smut (obviously), sub!matt, phone sex, overstimulation, fem!masturbation, male!masturbation, mmm think that’s it just real smutty

i did stray away from the request a tad bit but hopefully it’s still good lol

love, sienna <3

the past few weeks have been fun—somehow you found yourself in instagram dms with none other than Matt Sturniolo.

it was pretty much flirty right off the bat, him messaging you first, you’re interest peaked when you saw the profile picture—realizing how incredibly fine the man is.

he always knew exactly what to say to get you flustered and soon enough you had one another’s numbers in your phones.

so yeah, everything was great, only problem being you live on different sides of the country and this fun could only occur over the phone.

you were born and raised in a small town outside of Boston and apparently Matt was too, but with his youtube career taking off he had to live in LA most of the time, only making short trips back to Boston to reconnect with family.

it was inevitable that he’d be back soon and the two of you would actually meet, but in the mean time text messages will have to do.

Matt was pretty much an open book when it came to most things, you knew about his family life and his mental health struggles but the two of you have never spoken about sex in any capacity.

another night begins by the two of you just texting and you can’t help but feel incredibly horny.

it’s dumb, but you feel like you can’t get with anyone else since you’ve been speaking to Matt, relationship established or not, you really liked him and to be honest you see a future with him.

your mind can’t focus on anything but sex.

you imagine his soft whimpers and brunette eyebrows furrowed, how easily you’re sure he could fill you up.

and his hands, that slutty instagram post of him in a bandanna has you squeezing your legs together in anticipation, you can practically feel the cold rings inside of you through the screen.

texting him is fun, but you needed to hear him, you desperately needed to ease the aching between your legs.

so you facetime him, the ringing causing a knot in your stomach as you await the sight of a familiar face.

you’re not wearing anything special right now, hair pulled back slightly with a couple strands left out to frame your face and a small tank top that’s thin straps lead little to the imagination.

it feels like the phone is ringing forever, but finally, you hear a familiar ding and your favourite boy on the screen.

he smiles as soon as he sees you and you can’t help but immediately become flustered, a heat appearing on not only your cheeks but also your core.

he’s in bed right now, a slight warm lighting in the background but still a mostly dark environment, his hair is slightly messy and his collarbone is exposed.

how can someone look so incredibly fuckable over the phone?

the conversation starts off innocent, the two of you have propped your phones on your nightstands as you speak—but to be very real you are doing most of the speaking.

talking about your day, making sure to include practically every detail and hearing soft “mhm”s from the boy on the screen.

his breathing increases and you can see the way his chest is rising and falling as you keep talking, biting on your lip as you try and remember a crucial detail to one of your many stories.

you go on yet another tangent, leaning into the phone to emphasize your point, not even paying attention to the way his accentuates your cleavage directly in Matt’s line of vision.

it’s impossible not to notice his hand slide down under the view of the camera, and the way he shuts his eyes at this new hand position.

you can’t ignore the way his arm is more tensed now, the veins that pop out through his hairy, tattooed skin has your mouth watering.

“oh yeah and then i went to the asian market, y’know the one on main street?”

he lets out a breath before replying with another “mhm” nodding his head.

“well i really wanted to find these dumplings that i had when i was over at- baby what are you doing?” his hand is now moving at a much faster pace, his teeth sinking into his teeth to suppress any moans that attempt to escape.

he doesn’t even reply, completely lost in chasing his own pleasure.

“are you gonna let me see baby? see what my voice does to you?” you tease, your hand immediately making its way to your clothed clit, one thin layer of underwear separating your hand from where you’re aching to be touched.

he moans at your teasing, his abs tensing at your voice combined with the pleasure his fingers are placing on his tip—still, he takes his other hand to move the camera horizontally, showcasing the full sight.

you fight back a moan at the mere sight of him, his bottom lip placed forcefully between his teeth and his eyebrows furrowed beneath the messy strands of brown hair that coat his forehead.

“your such a mess for me pretty boy” your fingers slip under your underwear pulling them down as you re adjust the camera to give the boy a better sight of what he’s doing to you. “see how wet i am Matt? see what your pretty little moans did to me?”

you can tell he’s already close, he no doubt starting touching himself a while ago as you rambled on about nothing, his pace quickens the moment he looks back up at the camera to see you spread just for him.

“f-fuck your so beautiful” he lets out a forced response, too far gone to be easily forming sentences.

your own movements on your clit speed up slightly, but you’re not nearly as close as the boy on the other side of the camera. “wish i was there so you could fill me up, you’re so big. just wanna sink onto you, would clench around you so good baby”

he’s beyond words at this point, head thrown back into his headboard as his hand moves up and down his length at an impossible pace squeezing slightly in a way that could push him over the edge.

“cmon baby i want you to cum for me, wanna see you make a mess of yourself just for me” that sentence must have been enough for him to reach his climax but the way he arches his back and ruts his hips into his needy hand.

but his pace begins to slow down, and you yourself aren’t close enough yet—you need more.

“keep going” you say, continuing to toy with your clit, increasing the pressure occasionally in order to build up your high.

his hand is off of himself completely, fingertips covered in his release, hovering slightly over his sensitive tip. “what?” he mutters out, slightly out of breath.

“i said keep touching yourself. im not done yet so you’re gonna keep going” you demand, rolling your hips into your hand.

he’s caught off guard by the sudden dominance you’ve displayed, but more caught off guard by how much he likes it.

the moment his hand gently makes contact with his sensitive length he immediately shudders, abs tensing at the almost stinging sensation, eyes shutting closed.

but this is fun for you, and you wouldn’t mind teasing him just a little bit more. “tell me what you’d do if you were hear baby, wanna hear you say it”

he winces, using his cum to help fully encapsulate himself in his palm, using all his energy to muster out a sentence for you. “want my head between your thighs so” he whimpers, lip quivering slightly at his intense amount of pleasure. “so bad. haven’t been able to think about anything else when i all i- when all i can focus on is how you’d squirm under my touch, how easily my fingers could get you to come undone”

you let out a small moan that only increases the pleasure Matt feels, just knowing how sensitive he is right now and hearing his pretty voice through the speakers is enough to turn you on.

he takes his hand off of himself momentarily taking a deep inhale as you insert your fingers into your core, palm placing an intoxicating pressure on your puffy clit.

“be a good boy for me Matt i’m close” you say in between breaths, and it’s clear he knows exactly what you mean because he places his hand cautiously back onto himself.

he’s hard again, and the sight only increases the feeling of your fingers speed inside of you, pre cum leaking out of his red tip while his stomach rises and falls at a quick pace. “fuck you make me insane, just wanna bury myself inside of you and fuck you dumb, just wanna make you feel so good baby” he murmurs.

it’s clear he’s not overly experienced with this sort of a thing but god is he good at it, his innocence only makes the experience more enjoyable for you.

the build up in your stomach quickly approaches as you focus your gaze on his hand, sliding up and down his length, his fingers put you in a trance—it was hard to think about anything other than how good they would feel inside of you, how badly you want them wrapped around your throat as he thrusts into you.

another moan slips out of your mouth “fuck Matt, making me feel so good”

on the other side of the camera he’s a moaning mess, he’s never tried to go for two orgasms in a sitting but he’ll definitely be doing it again—the feeling is addictive and he’s become a puddle of whines.

the feeling of your fingers grazing your g-spot has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you arch your back into the sensation, your left hand digging into the sheets beneath you.

the boy lets out yet another whine. “can i please cum? ‘m so close”

the begging fully sets you off, you can’t even answer him as you reach your own high, whispering small “mm fuck”s as you rock your hips into your hand, as great as this feels you know it would be better with matt’s fingers.

he’s gone. completely spent under his own delicate touch as he whimpers your name, practically chanting it as he releases onto his stomach once more, mouth agape and nostrils flared.

the moment he finishes he takes his hand off, unable to handle any more touch. you finish rocking yourself through your orgasam, hair sticking to the back of your neck by sweat.

“that was hot” he mumbles, burying his head into his pillow for a short second.

“i’m glad you liked it” you chuckle. “i liked hearing you moan my name like that”

“can i call you back once im cleaned up?” he asks, looking into the camera anticipating a response. you wish you were there to help, placing teasing kisses on his neck while you wipe his stomach clean, but instead you agree, grabbing your phone and hanging up.

it doesn’t take you long to re-situate, taking a quick shower to clean yourself up and putting on a change of clothes before making yourself comfortable under your blankets yet again.

you give it a few more moments before calling the boy again, it’s insane how little time it takes for you to miss him.

he answers instantly, his face being lit up by the lamp in your room that shines through the phone.

usually, he’s more focused on you and what you’re saying, but now as you sit here he’s typing away and only replying to whatever your saying with small “mhm”s.

“Matt what are you doing? am i that boring or something?” you inquire, resting your chin on your hand.

he chuckles slightly to himself before answering. “i’m buying you a plane ticket”

a/n: …..hi. this felt rlly freaky but um yk hope you enjoy LOL

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Can i do one? It will be my first one tho 👉👈 lol

who will do the honors of an academic rivalry fic with matt 😏😏😏😏

johnnie smiling to make your day better <3

okay so this is like actually dirty asf but it’s like jake and Johnnie ANDD reader and they basically play truth or strip and then one thing leads to another and then uhm.. yeah!

Truth Or Strip Johnnie x Jake x Fem Reader Smut below the cut

"How many orgasms have you faked?" Jake says with an arrogant chuckle, and you and Johnnie gaze at him, somewhat surprised that he'd start the game with a question like that.

"Jake, you can't start with that!" You stare, and he giggles and leans back, drink in hand, his face scrunched up. Johnnie smacks Jake's leg and makes a tiny laugh, making you feel even more anxious.

"Okay, okay. "Johnnie, you start then." Jake addresses Johnnie.

Johnnie pauses for a moment, glancing idly at the floor that the three of you are seated on. All of you were already tipsy, and Jake was the genius who recommended that you play truth or strip instead of the usual drinking games.

"Fine," Johnnie finally says, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Truth or strip: have you ever cheated on a partner?" You feel a rush of nerves as you wonder how this game will unfold. Jake chuckles nervously, avoiding eye contact as he contemplates his response. Johnnie's mischievous glint grows more pronounced, adding to the tension in the room.

"I have never cheated on anyone; how dare you suggest that?" Jake jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

"Your turn." Johnnie says, referring to you as you sit crosslegged on the floor, fully clothed.

"Truth or strip: what's your favorite position?" You ask Johnnie, and he blushes and hides his face in his hand. Jake giggles and gawks at Johnnie.

"How can you say that, but I can't?" Jake remarks, faking offense. You giggle and shrug at him before both of you wait for Johnnie to respond.

"I don't want to answer that." Johnnie says it quietly and shyly. You and Jake exchange mischievous glances before Jake speaks up, "Alright, then you know what that means—strip!" Johnnie rolls his eyes. "Come on, Johnnie, don't be a party pooper," you tease, trying to coax him into playing along. Jake adds, "We won't judge, promise." Johnnie hesitates for a moment before finally giving in with a reluctant smile.

"Fine, but only if you two promise not to laugh," Johnnie says, his cheeks turning slightly pink. You and Jake nod eagerly, excited for the game to begin. As Johnnie starts to remove his shirt, you can't help but notice how adorable he looks when he's embarrassed. Jake nudges you with a grin, silently sharing the same thought.

You admire his tattoos; he looks so good, which is unfair. He notices you watching him, and he bites back an embarrassed grin. Johnnie quickly diverts his attention to the game, trying to hide his blush. You and Jake exchange knowing glances, enjoying the playful atmosphere.

"Jake, it's your go." Jake chuckles and thinks of a question, focused on the game. Johnnie watches intently, still blushing slightly as the game continues.

"Truth or strip: are you more dominant or submissive?" Jake asks as he turns his head to look at you, waiting for your response with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You feel a rush of excitement at the question, wondering how you should answer or strip.

The tension in the room rises as you contemplate your response, aware of the playful challenge presented by Jake's question. You take a deep breath, ready to reveal a side of yourself you may not have shared before.

"I think I'm a bit of both, depending on the situation," you reply with a coy smile, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation as you wait for Jake's reaction. Jake chuckles, his eyes narrowing as he considers your response. "Interesting," he says, his tone suggestive.

"Okay, it's my go," Johnnie says, eager to keep the game going and shift the focus away from your revealing answer. The attention shifts to Johnnie, leaving you curious about what he will ask next.

"Jake, Truth or strip: What's the craziest place you've ever had sex?" Johnnie asks with a mischievous glint in his eye. Jake's eyebrows shoot up in surprise before he laughs and leans back against the couch behind him, clearly enjoying the game.

"Well, that's a tough one," Jake replies, his smile widening as he begins to recount the wild story.

"Probably the time I hooked up in a public restroom at a music festival. It was risky, but definitely memorable." The group listens intently as Jake continues to share the details of his steamy rendezvous, adding an exciting twist to the game.

"Jesus." You mutter under your breath, blushing just as much as Johnnie is.

"You guys aren't going to get me naked, sorry." Jake jokes, You giggle and try to ignore the tremor of arosual that drifted down your body at his words. "Maybe next time," Johnnie teases, breaking the tension in the room.

"Johnnie, Truth or strip: do you manscape?" You ask cockily, earning a laugh from the group. Johnnie grins mischievously before responding, "I'll never tell."

"I think Johnnie just wants to get naked." You add that as he starts to unbutton his jeans, he laughs and hooks his fingers in the waistband of his jeans, tugging them down his legs as best he can.

"We all know the curtains don't match the drapes anyway." Jake laughs, earning a playful shove from Johnnie.

The room erupts in laughter as Johnnie playfully flips off Jake, revealing a pair of brightly colored boxers. "At least I keep it interesting," Johnnie retorts with a wink. As the laughter dies down, you can't help but feel just a little bit turned on.

"Jake, who would you rather sleep with, me or her?" Johnnie says, referring to you. You feel a rush of excitement as all eyes turn to you, waiting for Jake's response. The tension in the room suddenly feels palpable, making your heart race with anticipation.

"Um." Jake says, all confidence suddenly disappearing from his voice. You can't help but wonder what Jake's answer will be, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity. The room falls silent as everyone waits for Jake's decision, the air thick with anticipation.

Jake sighs and starts to take his shirt off. You look at him with a mix of curiosity and desire; you don't know when, but the air shifted from a playful one to more of an exciting and tempting one. As Jake reveals his toned physique, you can't help but feel a surge of lust towards him. The room seems to buzz with electric energy, intensifying the moment even more.

"Okay, well now I feel overdressed." You joke, trying to ease your feelings. Jake chuckles, his eyes meeting yours with a mischievous glint. The tension in the room eases slightly as he responds, "Maybe you should join us then."

You give a coy laugh and look at Johnnie, who is watching the interaction with a smirk, clearly enjoying the dynamic between you and Jake. His presence adds another layer of excitement to the already charged atmosphere. You can sense the flirty competition between the two men, heightening your desire even further. The air crackles with anticipation as you consider your next move.

You take a sip of your forgotten drink by your hand, feeling emboldened by the attention from both Jake and Johnnie. "I think I just might," you say with a sly smile as your fingers start to travel towards the bottom of your shirt, slowly teasing the fabric upwards. The tension in the room escalates as both men's eyes follow your every move, eagerly anticipating what comes next.

"Dude, I don't even want to play anymore." Jake whispers, unable to tear his gaze away from you. Johnnie chuckles nervously, shifting in his seat as he watches you with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. Your heart races with excitement at the power you hold over them, knowing that the night is far from over.

You pull your shirt off completely, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. The room falls silent as the men's eyes widen in anticipation, unsure of what to expect next. You bite back a smile as you see them staring at your body, feeling a rush of confidence and control.

You see Johnnie shift his body, covering himself with his hands as he tries to hide his growing arousal. The tension in the room is obvious, and you revel in the sense of dominance and allure that surrounds you.

"I can't fucking do this." Jake blurts out, and before you can process what he meant by that, he's crawling over to you and pressing his lips against yours, his hands gripping your waist tightly. You respond eagerly to his unexpected move, reveling in the sudden shift in power dynamics. Johnnie watches in stunned silence as you and Jake continue to kiss passionately.

As you deepen the kiss, you feel a rush of desire and excitement coursing through your veins. The room seems to fade away as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment with Jake. The intensity of the kiss leaves you breathless, and you can't help but wonder where this newfound connection with Jake will lead. The sound of Johnnie clearing his throat brings you back to reality, causing a wave of guilt to wash over you.

You quickly pull away from Jake, feeling a mix of confusion and apprehension. Johnnie's presence serves as a stark reminder of the complicated situation you find yourself in, leaving you unsure of how to navigate the feelings swirling inside you. You crawl over to Johnnie, place your hand on his cheek, and let your thumb rest on his cheekbone, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. His eyes search yours, silently pleading for reassurance, as you struggle to push aside the lingering thoughts of Jake. Despite the turmoil in your heart, you know that Johnnie deserves your full attention and honesty in this moment.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. His eyes soften, a small smile playing on his lips as he nods in response, understanding the vulnerability behind your question. With a deep breath, you lean in and press your lips against his.

The kiss is gentle and tentative, but it quickly deepens as you both lose yourselves in the moment. Johnnie's hand finds its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer as the world fades away around you. The connection between you two feels electric, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed. In that moment, everything else fades away as you savor the taste of his lips and the warmth of his touch.

As you pull away, you can see the desire in Johnnie's eyes, mirroring your own. The intensity of the moment leaves you both breathless. You're not sure what Jake's doing behind you; all you can hear is heavy breathing from the three of you. As you try to catch your breath, you feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, heightening the intensity of the moment even further. The anticipation of what might happen next sends shivers down your spine.

"This is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my whole life." Jake says from behind you. You huff a laugh and smile as you turn back to face him, his eyes filled with desire and a mischievous glint. You can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the unknown possibilities that lie ahead.

"Kiss me." You reply, closing the distance between you two as you lean in for a passionate kiss. The heat between you intensifies, igniting a fire that promises to consume you both in its flames. As you deepen the kiss, you feel a rush of adrenaline and anticipation for what the night may hold. The chemistry between you and Jake is undeniable, creating a magnetic pull that seems to draw you closer together with each passing moment.

As you finally break apart, breathless and exhilarated, you can't help but wonder what other surprises the night has in store. The sparks between you and Jake are undeniable, leaving you eager to explore where this newfound connection may lead.

"You guys, like, wanna take this back to the bedroom?" Johnnie says it awkwardly, breaking the tension and making you all laugh. The playful suggestion adds a sense of lightheartedness to the moment, leaving you feeling even more connected to Jake and excited for what's to come.

"Yeah, let's go." As you follow Jake and Johnnie to the bedroom, anticipation and desire swirl within you, heightening the electricity between you three. The night is filled with promise and possibility as you eagerly await what the future holds for this budding relationship.

You all settled on the bed; you sandwhiched in the middle of the two of them , feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness at the same time. Jake's hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers as he looks at you with a soft, reassuring smile. Johnnie's arm drapes over your waist, pulling you in closer as he plants a gentle kiss on your cheek. The room is filled with a sense of intimacy and closeness, and you can't help but feel grateful for this moment and the connection you share with these two incredible people.

As Johnnie's lips touch your neck, you lean in to kiss Jake. The kiss sends shivers down your spine as you groan softly into Jake's lips. You become engrossed in the passion and desire that surround you and relish the sensation of being valued and desired by both Johnnie and Jake.

You take Jake's hand and place it on the crotch of your pants that you were still in, bucking up into the friction as Johnnie watches with a hungry gaze. The intensity of the moment leaves you breathless, leaving you feeling an overwhelming sense of pleasure and satisfaction. Jake's fingers put pressure on your clothed clitoral area, panties wet from your arousal as Johnnie moves closer, his hands trailing up your body. The room fills with the sound of heavy breathing and the scent of desire, creating a heady atmosphere that heightens your senses even further.

Johnnie's lip piercings stand out coldly on your neck, skin warm and wet from his mouth as Jake's tongue starts to explore your mouth, sending shivers down your spine. You find yourself lost in the passion of the moment, completely surrendering to the pleasure that consumes you.

As the intensity builds, you feel a wave of ecstasy wash over you, completely losing yourself in the moment. The sensation of their touch combined with their overwhelming desire leaves you breathless and craving more. You pull back from the air, your heart racing and your body tingling with anticipation for what comes next. The chemistry between the three of you is undeniable, creating an electric energy that fuels your desire even further.

"One of you, please fuck me." You whine before turning your head to meet Johnnies, who is already moving towards you with a hungry look in his eyes. The anticipation of what's to come sends a shiver down your spine, making you eager for the next wave of pleasure to crash over you.

As he leans in to kiss you, you can feel the intensity building between you, igniting a fire within that threatens to consume you both. The touch of his lips against yours sends a surge of desire through your body, heightening the anticipation for what is about to unfold. Jake's hand still teases you through your clothes as you grind into him.

Jake starts to take his jeans off hastily, and there is a sense of urgency in his movements that matches your own growing desire. With each kiss and each touch, you feel yourself getting lost in the moment with Jake and Johnnie. There's an electric energy in the air as you both give in to the overwhelming desire that threatens to consume you both, lost in a wave of pleasure that seems never-ending.

You and Johnnie pull back, breathless and eager for more, as you both lock eyes and silently communicate your mutual hunger for each other. The room feels charged with tension, anticipation, and a shared understanding of what is to come next. Your hands find the hem of his boxers, and he lifts his hips up as you start to pull down his boxers, revealing his hardened length, ready and waiting for you.

Your hand grasps Johnnie's cock, feeling the heat and hardness of him in your palm, aching to feel him inside you. Johnnie's breath hitches as you begin to stroke him, both of you on the edge of losing control in the heat of the moment. The air is heavy with desire as you lock eyes, the intensity between you growing with each passing second. You can't help but lean in closer, craving the taste of him on your lips.

You dart your tongue out against the head of Johnnie's cock, sending a shiver down his spine as he lets out a low groan of pleasure. The anticipation builds as you slowly take him into your mouth, savoring every moment of his throbbing hardness. His hands tangle in your hair, urging you on as you expertly work him with your mouth. The room is filled with the sound of his ragged breathing and the sensation of his body trembling beneath your touch.

He mewls as your nose reaches the small patch of blonde hair, his hips bucking involuntarily as he struggles to maintain control. The taste of his skin lingers on your tongue, driving you to take him deeper, desperate to please him in every way possible. His moans grow louder, echoing off the walls as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth. The intensity of his reactions only spurs you on, determined to bring him to the brink of ecstasy.

"C-close." He groans out, and you swirl your head around his length a few times before slowly pulling back, inch by inch. His hands grip the sheets tightly as he arches his back, on the verge of release. You look up at him with a mischievous smile, knowing you've pushed him to the edge.

"Don't be greedy; Jake needs some attention too." With a hoarse voice, you speak as you turn to face Jake, who has been waiting patiently for his turn. You bite your lip as you witness Jake touching his own cock with his hand.

You can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of pleasing both of them. As you move towards Jake, you can feel the anticipation building in the room, creating an electrifying atmosphere. You duck your head down, grinning as you take Jake's cock in your hand, eager to fulfill both of their desires.

You lick the tip of his cock, tasting the pearl of precome that had beaded on the head, savoring the salty flavor before taking him fully into your mouth. The room is filled with the sound of his pleasure, fueling your own desire to please them both. You struggle a bit to adjust to his size, but the challenge only excites you further, pushing you to take him deeper and show them both just how much you can handle. Jake's moans grow louder, his hands gripping the sheets as you work your magic, determined to leave them both completely satisfied.

One of Jake's hands finds its way to your hair, tangling in the strands as he guides you with a gentle pressure, encouraging you to continue. You whine on his cock from the sensation of his fingers tugging at your hair, intensifying the pleasure for both of you.

His hips begin to buck slightly, matching the rhythm of your movements as you continue to pleasure him. The sound of his moans and the feeling of his fingers in your hair only fuel your desire to please him even more. You feel your folds get soaked; you're so desperate for friction that you'd grind against the blankets if you could.

After a few more seconds of letting Jake fuck into your mouth, you start to pull back , allowing him to slide out of your mouth with a wet pop. You look up at him with a mischievous smile, eager to see what other pleasures you can explore together.

"Jake, fuck me, Johnnie, let me suck you off." You gasp out, your voice filled with need and anticipation. The hunger in his eyes tells you that he's more than willing to fulfill your desires, making you shiver with excitement.

The three of you get up and start to position yourselves. Jake's hands find your hips as he starts to pull off your pants, revealing your pants, and Johnnie eagerly moves closer to you, his fingers tracing along your face as you stare up at him. You feel a rush of desire as their hands and lips explore your body, igniting a fire within you that cannot be contained. The room fills with the sounds of pleasure as you give in to the intoxicating experience.

Your pants come off in a swift motion, and you feel their warm breath on your skin as they continue to worship every inch of your body. The anticipation builds as you surrender to the passion that consumes you. Jake's lips kiss down the hooks of your spine slowly, sending shivers down your body. You can't help but arch your back in response to his touch, feeling completely lost in the moment.

"So wet for us." He whispers, and you whine before his lips find your folds, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. His tongue licks along your wetness; you whine and stare up at Johnnie, waiting for him.

He grabs his cock and angles it for your lips; your tongue finds his head once again, and you eagerly take him into your mouth, savoring the taste of him. The feeling of being completely filled by both of them overwhelms you, and you surrender to the passion that consumes you. Jake keeps kissing your pussycat as he grabs your thighs.

You moan in pleasure as Johnnie thrusts into your mouth, the combination of sensations driving you wild with desire. Jake's tongue on your folds only adds to the intensity of the moment, making you feel completely lost in ecstasy. Jake's lips disappear for a second, and you whine at the loss of contact, but then you feel him repositioning himself between your legs, ready to take you to the next level of pleasure. You can't help but arch your back in anticipation, eager for what comes next.

You whine on Johnnies cock, Jake pushes inside your warmth slowly and teasingly, sending shivers down your spine as you're overwhelmed by the dual sensations. Your body trembles with anticipation, craving more of the intense pleasure that Johnnie and Jake are providing. You feel Jake's cock slide inside you, filling you completely and sending you into a state of pure bliss. The room is filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and the rhythmic movement of bodies coming together in perfect harmony.

As Johnnie and Jake continue to move in sync, you feel a wave of ecstasy building within you, ready to crash over you at any moment. The intensity of the moment leaves you breathless, lost in the pleasure that consumes your every sense. You surrender yourself fully to the overwhelming sensations, allowing yourself to be carried away by the euphoria of the moment. Every touch and every movement only heightens your arousal, pushing you closer to the edge of release. The room seems to disappear around you as you focus solely on the connection between you and your partners, lost in the passion of the moment. You let go of any inhibitions, embracing the raw desire that courses through your veins, driving you towards an explosive climax.

You whine and moan in ecstasy, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that courses through your body. Every nerve ending tingles with anticipation as you reach the peak of sensation, completely consumed by the intensity of the moment. Johnnie curses and bucks his cock into your throat, his hands gripping your hair tightly as he loses control, his release filling your mouth with a bittersweet taste. You swallow eagerly, savoring his taste.

Jake still fucks into your overstimulated core, his movements becoming more urgent and erratic as he chases his own release. The room is filled with the sounds of your shared passion, a symphony of pleasure that echoes off the walls. As Jake reaches his climax, he lets out a guttural groan and collapses against you, spent and satisfied. You revel in the aftermath, feeling a sense of connection and intimacy that lingers long after the physical sensations fade.

The warmth of his body against yours is comforting, a reminder of the bond you share. You both lay there in silence, basking in the post-coital glow, knowing that this moment will be etched in your memory forever.

Who knew drinking with your closest friends would be this fun?

A/N: Sorry anon if this sucks!! <3

omg I love this, shout out to thugpugs4lrh!

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Just some girl dad!Johnnie headcanons because I have BAD baby fever rn and that picture of him does not help

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🩰 at first, johnnie isn't so sure about being a parent, but he quickly falls in love with baby girl guilbert, even before she's born

🩰 when you're still pregnant with her and she starts to kick, johnnie loves to lay his hand on your tummy and feel her kicks and talk to her "hi baby girl! it's your daddy. i hope you can hear me. mommy and i are so excited to meet you...even though i'm kind of fucking terrified."

"johnnie, don't swear around the baby."

🩰 johnnie almost cries when she does the "newborn scrunch" on his chest for the first time in her little lamb onesie

🩰 twinkle twinkle little star? absolutely not. when johnnie puts your daughter to bed, it's the lullaby version of i'm not okay (i promise)

🩰 speaking of which, your daughter ends up loving all of "daddy's music" and asks to hear it on the car ride to school, which johnnie happily obliges

🩰 baby girl guilbert is holding a guitar by the time she's 5, and just like daddy, she excels at it

🩰 johnnie prides himself on being present for everything his daughter does. whereas the other dads despise going to ballet class, he loves it and always snaps cute photos and videos of his daughter in her little tutu

🩰 always doing daddy's makeup, and johnnie never washes it off right away, even if he does have purple lipstick on his eyelids

🩰 coloring in daddy's tattoos! johnnie will lay eagle style on the bed and let his little girl go wild with the markers, just like her own personal coloring book. sometimes, the markers aren't as washable as they seem, and he ends up walking around with a pink bat on his neck for a bit

🩰 speaking of which, he gets your and her names tattooed right over his heart

🩰 "daddy, do i look like a pretty princess?" "sweetie, you're the prettiest princess. daddy's beautiful girl."

🩰 learning how to do hair, just for her. it isn't long before johnnie is a master of intricate braids and has a bin full of bows and sparkly clips

🩰 even when she gets to be a teenager, johnnie makes a conscious effort to still be involved in her life. he goes with her to all of her favorite artist's concerts and asks about her crushes without being too prying <3

🩰 on her 18th birthday, johnnie and his not-so-little baby girl get matching daddy daughter tattoos

tags ♡: @aemrsy