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pretty voice ! ᥫ᭡
pairing: matt sturniolo x popstar! reader
word count: 1.7k
summary: you’re a singer and your tour has made its way to boston where your boyfriend and his brothers attend your show. matt is sure to let you know how well you did after the show
warnings: smut duhhhh, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap his willy!!), p in v, throat fucking, dumbification, dacryphilia, stomach bulge, swearing, creampie, use of “y/n”, probably more that i can’t think of! :)
authors note: fair warning, this is my first time publishing smut, so don’t have insanely high expectations! i’ve written it before but never shared so keep that in mind. however, i can assure you this isn’t completely horrible and i did my best to make it seem realistic but hot at the same time :) hope ya like it!
you had been counting down the days until your sold out world tour made its way to boston, massachusetts. your boyfriend, matt, and his brothers were set to attend the show which made you feel slightly uneasy.
the triplets have never seen you perform live, which is what makes this show so special. you wanted matt to know you were good at what you do. so, you paced around your dressing room doing vocal warmups and eating tablespoons of honey to help your throat.
a stage worker knocked on your door twice before coming in and attaching your mic pack to the back of your dress. tonight, you wore a black strapless mini dress from versace that had hearts of many colors scattered across. you paired this with knee high black boots, which your friends referred to as your “stripper shoes”. you fixed your hair, spraying some dry shampoo on your roots and mentally said a prayer before walking out of the dressing room.
you received your cue to enter the stage, walking up 4 steps before you were greeted with hundreds of screaming teenage girls. you forgot about needing to impress matt.
that was, until, you locked eyes with him. he was standing on the second floor of the venue, the balcony, resting against the railing. watching you so intently, mouthing the lyrics to your songs. nick was singing along to all the songs he knew, while chris just knew the popular songs. but matt knew almost all of your songs. he was your biggest fan. and you were his. most times, you would be spotted attending the triplet’s shows when your schedules aligned. you’d stand backstage, just barely out of the crowds sight. all decked out in blue attire to support your boy, and even the things the rest of the world couldn’t see were blue, too. but matt got to see them after the show. your blue bra and matching blue panties; it drove matt crazy how he got to see you like that after the show, especially if he was the one winning that night.
the show came to an end and you said your goodbyes to the boston crowd, exiting the stage. you walked into a lounge area where the triplets were, along with members of your team. you were swarmed with the usual compliments: “you sounded so good” or “you look great” and you were grateful for them, but tonight they didn’t matter. the only person who’s input you cared about was matt.
he approached you, draping his arms around your neck and you wrapped yours around his waist. he whispered in your ear, “you did so good. ‘m so proud of you.”
you blushed at this, pulling away from the hug. “thanks,” you gushed.
since your next show wasn’t until saturday, you had two days to kill here in boston. you were going to stay with the triplets until you had to get back on your tour bus and depart from matt, so you had to make it count.
matt drove you all home, you took chris’ place in the passenger seat, still in your performance outfit. the drive home was filled with conversation about the concert; what their favorite part was, what songs they liked, etc. and while you were a decently known singer, you never felt famous. until now. matt made you feel famous, like you are on top of the world. you have everything you’ve ever wanted; friends that support you, a successful singing career, and a hot boyfriend. what more could a girl ask for?
you walked through the door barefoot, matt holding your unusually heavy boots. he sets them on the floor by the door as you make a run for the couch, laying down and sighing. while it may be just a simple couch, it feels pretty damn good after wearing “stripper shoes” and prancing around on a stage for an hour and a half.
nick and chris go to their own rooms, knowing you and matt need alone time after not seeing each other for a couple weeks. matt joins you on the couch, he lifts your head up and places it on his lap. his legs were your pillow and the only thing missing was a blanket, still in your tiny dress.
“you cold?” he asks, almost as if he can your mind.
you smile, “how’d you know?”
he reaches to his side and grabs a big blue blanket and tosses it over you, it’s big enough that it covers your whole body.
matt lightly strokes your hair as you lay there in the comfortable silence.
the way your head rests is so close to his dick and he can’t help it if it slowly is getting harder, which it is. you tease him, nuzzling your head deeper into his lap, a.k.a. his dick, which causes him to speak up.
“the fuck are you doing?” he laughs.
you play it off, “just getting comfy!”
“yeah, comfy my ass.” he rolls his eyes playfully.
you press a small kiss to his clothed bulge, he’s wearing baggy jeans and his dick still stands out. he sighs, not complaining.
“you gonna do this right here? in the living room?” he questions.
“mhm..” you hummed. he helped you unbutton his jeans, his black calvin kleins peaking out through the zipper of his jeans. he pulled his boxers down, revealing his dick. he was packing a very pleasant 8 inches that wasn’t too shabby in girth either.
you licked the tip first, then you licked from shaft to tip. matt closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of the couch. he placed his hands on the back of your head, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail.
“voice sounded so good tonight, y/n,” he breathed. “bet it would still sound good if i fucked your throat.”
he pushes your head down all the way to his pelvis, feeling you gag against his cock. he thrusts into your mouth, the wet sounds like music to his ears.
as he fucked your throat, you felt tears forming in your eyes. you hollowed out your cheeks and looked up at him with doe eyes, laying on your stomach on the couch. you admired the way his eyes fluttered shut everytime he hit the back of your throat, how he’d let out small breathy moans.
“fuck,” he whispers, pulling away. he pulls his boxers down farther so his thighs are exposed. you climb on top of hip and he rolls your tight dress up to your waist, pulling your panties to the side.
“easy access, huh?” he remarks.
you whine, “put it in already…”
his dick enters you and he wastes no time slamming you down on it, his hands firmly gripping your hips. “want it so bad, yeah? you want it so bad?” he taunts, lifting you up and slamming you back down fast.
you are shocked with the speed he did that, not able to form a full sentence. “i- uhm- mhm,” you mumble.
“use that pretty voice of yours, y/n. such a pretty voice… let me hear it,” he rasped.
you bounced on his dick, the couch shaking. “mmmmm, i love your dick so much,” you moaned.
matt smirked, “there’s that pretty voice. so, so pretty.” he continued helping you bounce on his dick, his tip repeatedly hitting your g-spot.
he pulled the top of your dress down, revealing your bra-less tits. now your dress was basically like a belt, just covering your waist. your boobs bounced perfectly in front of his face, he was mesmerized.
you brought your hands up to his hair, running your fingers through it and pulling it when he’d hit your g-spot.
you let out a moan that was almost melodic, matt moaning after. “love hearing you moan on my dick.” he spoke. he gripped your hips tighter, slamming you down harder onto his dick every time.
“i’m gonna- oh god!” you whined.
“do it.” matt instructed. “cum for me.”
you nodded, babbling incoherently as you came undone on top of him. his right hand left your hip and found it’s way to your clit, rubbing you through the orgasm.
“fucked ya dumb, huh? damn,” he said.
you hummed in response, and once your orgasm passed you started bouncing again, desperate for more.
matt turned you around and pushed you onto the couch, in missionary now. now he can pound into you way easier, which is what you’re trying to ask for but you’re unable to speak.
“i— oh—“ you try.
matt smirks, “words, baby.”
this fucker, you thought. there are no thoughts inside your head other than how good his dick feels inside you, there’s no way you can speak.
“oh god… so, umph,” you sobbed as he thrusted into you with an insane amount of force. “so good,”
his thumb found its way to your clit again, rubbing it fast. your eyes rolled back as another orgasm approaches you.
“uhhh- uh—“ you babble. your brain is mush at this point, you don’t notice the bulge in your stomach. but matt does, as his hand leaves your clit and presses on the bulge his dick makes in your tummy with every thrust.
“look at that,” he says proudly. you squirm beneath him, cumming yet for the second time.
his thrusts don’t slow down, and neither do the tears running down your pink cheeks.
“can i cum inside you?” he asks as if you can even answer him. you let out a bunch of moans in response.
you let out a bunch of moans, “i’m gonna take that as a yes.” matt groans before thrusting into you once more. you lay on the couch with your dress still pulled over your pussy and your breasts pulled out.
matt stands up and pulls his boxers and pants up. he plants a kiss on your forehead before he picks you up and carries you to his room. he lays you down in his bed, his silk bedsheets feeling good on your overheated skin.
you’re exhausted, you feel like you melt into his bed. you’re on the verge of sleep but you’re startled when you hear either chris or nick’s bedroom door open.
you lift your head up, and matt opens the door to see what is going on. matt laughs and closes the door.
“what’s he doing?” you ask sleepily.
“nicks wiping the couch down,” matt giggles.
you hear nick through the walls, “i’m gonna fucking cry. never do that shit again.” he whines.
#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo triplets smut#smut#matthew sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo x reader#how tf do i even tag this
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Shelly de Killer is a character in Ace Attorney. And the DeKillers are an assassin family. So there's a chance a Jeff de Killer exists in the Ace Attorney universe, and in this essay i will
#ni writes stuff#how tf do i even tag this#ace attorney#shelly de killer#jeff the killer#????#i dunno it's 4am and i had this stupid thought lmao#anyways back to sleeping snooooork mimimimi#oh i guess this counts as my halloween post ovo
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idk how to make lockscreens but i had a vision and tried to make it come true. thoughts?
one with the poetry and one without
#alex talks good omens#good omens#ineffable husbands#crowley#aziraphale#good omens season 2#go2#aziracrow#crowley x aziraphale#how tf do i even tag this
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JESUS CHRIST. sorry for supporting corrective rape i guess???
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Okay wait, now I'm curious. Do you guys say "Merry Christmas" on Christmas Eve? I have seen it a lot on the internet and we never do it here so like. I have questions 😂
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Gonna be honest, if more trans people get nuked, I am leaving this bullshit of a site. I am glad that I found so many friendships here, but it is clear that this is no longer a safe place for us. Maybe I should use my free time trying to fit in into neb's discord server instead of scrolling here.
Idk, I just woke up and I see that it has gotten even worse here. I don't have words.
I guess I can tell everyone here to go add your friends and mutts mutuals on discord or somewhere else if you haven't done that already. It's been nice knowing y'all.
#196#r/196#how tf do I even tag this#whatever#it will find whoever it needs#tumblr#fuck tumblr#fuck tumblr staff#hope your car explodes with hammers
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so hype for nier 3
#im so tired guys okay#nier#nier automata#bert and ernie#2B#9S#how tf do I even tag this#raidenfanclub#i finally made an art tag and its just my user#i need to be put down#Ending Ss [SeSame Street]#2Bert
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Sirius: Do you remember when you were little and you’d fall on the trampoline and everyone would keep jumping so you couldn’t get back up?
James: …yeah?
Sirius: That’s my life.
#how tf do i even tag this#james potter#marauders#sirius black#regulus black#jegulus#starchaser#sunseeker#remus lupin#black brothers#peter pettigrew#wolfstar#how do i tag shit#is this even allowed#pain?
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i’ve said many ingenious things in my life but nothing will ever come close to “fidel castro is the lovechild of checo perez and liam neeson”
@papayatifosi is to blame for half of this madness
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things my mother and i do not speak about
the rug of my childhood bedroom
existed in a state of constant rainbow –
anything from crayola markers to finger paints
nail polish and watercolor
had wormed it’s way into the carpet fibers,
starting an infestation of pigments among the
messy toys and teddy bears
and my mother was furious
at such a diassaray
not even my snotty, tear filled apologies
could mask her enraged, bleach filled scrubbing
i promised no more paint on the carpet
and years later, we do not speak of
the dirty carpet or the crumpled
drawings that left sticky residue on the fridge
my mother spun me palaces out of
worn bedsheets and couch cushions
wove princess dresses out of her button downs
and curled up on my ragged butterfly blanket
to make me feel like my bed was crafted
from silk and pearls
and years later, we do not speak of it
her night shifts resulted in slices of chocolate cake
that she left for me on the kitchen table
i would wake up as she fell asleep
and see the telltale signs of her return —
a plate hazardously piled high with whatever she found
spinach, spaghetti, eggs, rice —
before i found her crashed on the sofa
and years later, we do not speak of it
we pebble hunted on the shores of the Hudson
with gritty sand embedded between our
clasped hands
her lithe fingers finding pearly stones
while my stubby ones wielded gravel
and years later, we do not speak of it
and years later
when we are silent
i am boiling and bubbling and toppling over
with the words we do not speak of
that i desperately wish to purge
these are the things i’ve seen and they’re mostly awful
these are the things i’ve done and they’re mainly sad
here are the places i’ve been and they’re mostly terrifying
this life has forced itself into my spine
and planted seeds amongst the cartilage
i can feel them growing with every step
every breath
my mother and i do not speak and
i keep secrets buried under my mattress
and tucked in dusty corners, hidden
amongst the faded stains in the carpet
but sometimes
when the moment is right
rare rays of warmth will flood the house
the smell of chai and chia seed bread
the soft click of her knitting needles
purl then knit then purl
while my fingers are tangled in the yarn
and we talk about school, and work
and time moves slowly like honey
pooling out of the comb
and i am almost fooled into thinking
i could be the daughter
that existed in her when she jumped continents
and crossed oceans and climbed mountains
and hauled herself with bloodied hands
to a new beginning
the daughter that she dreamed of
after two sons
the daughter she molded from her
sweat and skin and spit
or maybe i am destined
to bury myself
amongst the paint in my carpet
the blankets of my bedroom
the kitchen table
the banks of the Hudson
and let the words, forever waiting to be heard
rot in the black hole of my mouth
submitted this for a poetry comp. and also showed it to my mom and she didnt rllly like it! wrote... 1/2/24?
#god bless america#original poem#original post#original poetry#original poets on tumblr#poetry#poem#poems and poetry#prose#poc artist#art#how tf do i even tag this#mommy issues#? i guess#but not really#i love my mom#we have a good relationship#i promise#anyways#back to this#poets on tumblr#prose poetry#prose poem#tumblr lore#lore dump
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god I’ve been wearing so many silver rings lately, is it the pirates is it the gay are they one and the same we may never know
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Do baby fish hatch with like fish egg thingies in their fin and like the water just flush the yolk outta the fish and take it's place ??
i don't need sleep, I NEED ANSWER
#fish#fish community#that's a tag ? sweet#fishblr#PLEASE PEOPLE THAT ARE FISH INTELLECTUAL#how tf do i even tag this#i want answers
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Pikagou. Yknow, like in that one old ep where Satoshi was briefly a Pikachu gkxjvgf
It's Sstoshi who is petting him too but ig it's kinda unfitting to tag this satogou lol
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the babygirlification of vash
(he's always been my bbg actually)
#trigun#trigun stampede#vash#how tf do i even tag this#if you know me and you saw this no you didn't#tagging is hard#vash trigun
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I need to impregnate him.
#Lilac.txt#hornyposting#Lilac.png#LISTEN#how tf do i even tag this#dan vs. lilac's weird fantasies abt him#pregnancy ment
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Just gonna leave this here
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