@lacysturniolo

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?

lil face reveal!

(might delete later)

haha (i’m scared shitless)

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

omg I love this, shout out to thugpugs4lrh!

Girl Dad ۰ ۪۪۫۫ · 🩰

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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

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

dumbly-door Prisoner of Azkaban

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?

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.