Yes There Are Minors On This App, Get Over It.

here are my fav matt pics 4 u queen (i love your content with a passion and this is my first time submitting anything to anybody's inbox even though I've been on Tumblr for a while over a year)

STAWP I SEE UR USER ALL THE TIME AND I ACTUALLY ADORE YOU ( I see the comments lol)

He’s so bf ✨✨✨

i hate when ppl say “MDNI” like girl ??? ima do it anyway u cant stop the grind 🤫🤫

LMFAOOOO me reading why don't we smut at like 11 & 12

never seen something I agree with more than this

the only correct ranking of rory’s boyfriends:

jess

logan

dean

end of story

animals - m. sturniolo

in which ... the only time you and your best friend's brother get along is when he's inside of you. ( vampire!matt x black!fem!reader )

warnings ; blood sucking, vampire!matt, smut, oral ( fem!receiving ), fingering, unprotected piv ( wrap it freaks ), creampie, soft!dom!matt

"𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚𝒊𝒏' 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

most people would think once a monster was revealed to you, the first thing you would do is run — they were all bad, and there was no saving them.

but you weren't so sure about that.

the sturniolo brothers had been your best friends since forever; only, they're forever had been much longer than yours, seeing as they were hundreds of years old.

the sturniolo brothers were vampires.

you were closest to nick out of the three triplets brothers, so he was who ended up telling you first. he had been frightened that you would never speak to them, view them differently — but you knew the boys' hearts, and you knew they would never do anything to hurt you, intentionally. sure now they had been turned into what would be viewed as monsters, but what matters is that you knew them before that.

you stayed around them because one of the other triplet brothers, chris, revealed that having you around kept them in check. making sure they didn't go off the rails and lose their humanity, or just keeping them in line and even going as far as to clean up their mistakes.

leading you to the middle triplet — matt.

you and matt didn't get along whatsoever, and you hated how he could easily get under your skin. in fact, even when you first met he was so arrogant and he made your blood boil with the way he carried himself — it was incredibly distasteful to you and you made sure he knew it.

but matt was also able to ignite a fire inside of you, one that made you question your relationship with him altogether. you also found yourself in certain predicaments, which you nor matt didn't dare speak of to nick or chris. what happened between you and matt those few times shouldn't have happened.

yet you can't stop yourself from feeding into the fire.

like how you currently found yourself on the balcony of some frat house, whilst a party was taking place around you. the triplet brothers came to make sure you'd be okay, plus nick had been talking to one of the frat guys so he was bound to be here.

you needed to take a breather after having escaped a conversation with a douchebag downstairs, who was persistent in trying to get in your pants.

you smoothed out the denim skirt that barely covered your plush, brown thighs and ran a hand through your locs as you let out a huff.

a sudden whoosh sounded from behind you, causing you to whip your head around with a confused expression on your face — had anyone followed you up here?

you walked closer towards the inside of the bedroom, looking around to see if anyone had been lurking or watching you.

once you deemed yourself satisfied with checking, you turned back around only to be met with a hardened chest.

"on the run from someone, y/n?" matt smirks down at you, his tatted arms folded across his chest as he stares down at you condenscendingly.

"why do you care, stalker?" you huff, rolling your eyes as you back up from him, "it's none of your business."

"i saw that idiot down there ya know, tryna talk to you and all," matt tells you, rubbing at his nose with his ringed finger as he continues to stare after you, "bet you liked him flirting with you, didn't you?"

"and what if i did?" you lied, knowing he was trying to rile you up, causing you to furrow your eyebrows at him angrily as he smirked at you once more.

"we both know you must not have, though," matt says, clicking his tongue as he makes his way towards you again, towering over you as you're backed up against the bedroom door, "otherwise you wouldn't be in here with me right now."

you gulped as your heart beat against your chest, realizing how close you both were to each other — this makes matt smirk even wider, having been able to hear your beat as he knows he has this kind of affect on you.

his eyes travel over to the side of your neck, moving your locs to the side as he examines your neck carefully — you watch as his eyes darken, the familiar black veins prominent around his eyes as his fangs bare. you accidentally let out a moan at the sight as matt begins to lean into your neck.

right as you thought he would sink his fangs into your brown skin, he pulls away and the veins go back to normal and he smirks at you.

"for someone who hates me so much, you sure do get turned on from seeing me about to suck the blood out ya neck," matt snickers, his boston accent slipping out as he eyes you down.

"i'm not turned on, that's disgusting," you lie again, narrowing your eyes to slits. you would be lying if you said it wasn't sometimes amusing to constantly play into his little game with you.

"oh really?" matt challenges, putting one hand around your waist and pulling you right up against him. "then why...

his other hand goes down in between your legs, forcing them apart causing you to gasp as it rests on your damp underwear. "...are you fuckin' soaked?"

"for fucks sake," you muttered, before crashing your lips onto his.

matt kissed you back hungrily, his tongue instantly slipping inside your mouth as he hoisted you up with both of his arms, walking you both towards the bed. your tongues fight for dominance as they clash desperately, the adrenaline pumping in both of your bodies as you continue making out heavily.

his hands roam all over your body, lightly squeezing at the flesh of your thighs as he presses his hard on against your throbbing core.

"fuck matt," you whimper, his lips beginning to trail down to your neck as his hand goes back down to where you need him the most.

"gonna let me have a bite to eat, first?" matt smirks against your neck, and you feel one of his fangs graze over your sensitive skin.

"y-yes, please," you beg him.

his ringed finger moves your panties to the side, as he immediately plunges one of his digits inside of your aching cunt — you arch your back and mewl as matt smirks down at you before he bares his fangs, sucking into your neck as he indulges in your sweet blood.

you moan loudly as matt's fingers fuck you whilst he continues drinking your blood, arching your back more and more every time as your nails dig into his back.

"umph matt, fuck, feels so good," you whimper, your lips parted slightly as he continues plunging his fingers in and out of you.

"you taste so sweet," matt pants, having finally come up from your neck.

your blood trickles down the side of his jaw, causing you to moan again before he crashes his lips back onto yours, letting you taste your own blood. you moan into his mouth, as he dominates the kiss and you let his tongue do all the exploring.

you pull away and matt gives you a confused expression before you motion that you want to pull your shirt off — he quickly rips the article of clothing off of you, causing your eyes to widen before you narrow them at him.

"matt, what the fuck?" you sneer at him, but he just shushes you as he adds a third finger inside of you, causing you to moan and arch your back.

"trust me sweetheart, i could buy you another one and more," matt murmurs into your ear, curling his fingers in your g spot, "you close yet?"

"so close," you whine, looking up at him through your lashes as he finger fucks you, "fuck, m'gonna..."

you release all over his fingers, your legs shaking as you let out a lewd moan — matt takes his fingers out of you, licking them clean as he maintains eye contact with you. "can't decide what tastes better, you, or your blood."

"need you to fuck me already," you groan, taking the time to slip your skirt down from under yourself.

"so needy," matt chuckles, spreading your thighs apart further as he slowly descends lower, "for someone who hates me and all."

"shut the fuck up," you spat, narrowing your eyes at him, "i swear you always-"

you let out a loud whine as matt's lips attached themselves to your clit, beginning to suck at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"fuck, oh my gosh matt," you moan out, his tongue doing figure eights as he eats you out like a starved man.

"so good, always so good angel," matt murmurs into your cunt, sending vibrations throughout your body. his hands grip the insides of your thighs, pulling you closer to him.

"mhm, right there," you moan, chewing on your bottom lip as your back is arched and you grip the sheets beneath you.

matt continues his assault on your cunt with his tongue, all whist keeping eye contact with you — your grip on the sheets was harder as you felt the familiar feeling build up in your stomach once more.

"close again, matt," you breathe out, throwing your head back as he continues pleasuring you with his mouth, "fuck..."

"go ahead sweetheart, give it to me," matt tells you as he comes up momentarily.

he goes back down and continues eating you out, and you can't do anything to stop the loud noises that come out of your mouth — this would be the fifth time you found yourself in the predicament of being under matt sturniolo like this, letting him eat you out even though you hated him.

you'd never stop hating his personality, but you would never get tired of how good he made you feel.

"fuck, fuck, i'm cumming," you moan.

for the second time tonight, you release all over his face, legs shaking once more — he licks up the remainder of what comes out of you, then he comes back up to meet your lips in another kiss. you moan as you taste yourself on his tongue, then your hands find their way down to his pants.

"patience, y/n," matt chuckles, standing up and discarding his shirt and pants quickly.

you ogle at the sight in front of you, seeing the tattoos that litter both of his arms — your eyes widen when his boxers drop, showcasing his hardened cock, the tip leaking with precum. he smirks at you as he strokes himself whilst walking back over to the bed.

"like what you see, sweetheart?" he taunts you, and you roll your eyes as you lay back down, pulling him towards you.

"just fuck me, you dumb fuck," you say, kissing his lips harshly, lightly biting on his bottom lip before releasing it with a pop sound.

he strokes the tip of his cock along your already wet cunt, causing you to whimper as he lets out a grunt at the sensation — then slowly, he enters you causing the both of you to let out a loud moan.

"oh, fuck," matt curses, looking down at you with a darkened expression as he begins fucking into you slowly, "you feel so good."

"shit, go faster, asshole," you moan, nails digging into his back as he speeds his thrusts up.

"whatever you say, angel," matt sneers.

he throws your legs over his shoulders, the new angle making you see stars as he pounds into you — your tits spill out of your bra, bouncing with each thrust he sends your way. matt takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at the mound of flesh causing you to moan loudly as your nails rake his back.

"f-fuck, i- hate- you- so- much," you splutter, eyes crossing as he continues to pound into you.

"i know you do, princess," matt moans, drilling his cock into your cervix at a rapid pace.

nothing but the slapping of skin and moans sounded throughout the room, the party long forgotten as two sworn enemies indulge in their craving of each other whilst others danced, blissfully unaware of the lustful event taking place.

"so close, fuck, squeezin' me so tight," matt groans, grabbing on your chin and forcing you to look up at him, "gonna let me fill you up, darling?"

"mhm, fill me up please," you whimper, vision almost going blurry as you struggle to maintain eye contact with him, "gonna cum again, matt..."

"you cum when i tell you to," matt warns, speeding his thrusts ( if it was even possible ), "hold it...fuck..."

his white, hot seed spills out inside of you, painting your walls a creamy white color as he sloppily keeps thrusting — a moan of your name slips past his lips, causing you to moan as cum right after.

your juices mix with each other's as matt fucks you through both of your highs, until he pulls out of you, a wet, squelching sound following as he falls down onto the bed beside you.

matt runs his fingers through his hair as you both catch your breath, and you accidentally find yourself staring at him for longer than usual at his afterglow — his cheek bones were more prominent than ever, even aside from the vampire features he adorned; he was sweaty, but there was a glow that surrounded.

almost making him look full human-like again.

he can sense your stare, but instead decides not to speak on it — he gets up from the bed and walks into the attached bathroom, wetting a towel. you let out a breath as he enters the room again, immediately going to clean you up.

you both are silent as he wipes your legs and thighs, and you watch him contently whilst he finishes cleaning you up — his head shoots up at you, and you feel your cheeks heat up as though you've been caught.

"you're gonna need something to cover that...mark," matt says, motioning to the bite mark he left after having a taste of you.

"i'm wearing my ring," you tell him, holding your free hand up, "it'll heal, remember?"

"right," matt remembers, nodding his head. he tosses you your clothes, then goes into the bathroom with his own.

you find yourself thinking about how you keep letting matt get under skin — then you realize it was because even though he was a dick, he never turned his humanity off. which meant there was still hope for him, and he actually felt things still.

could he possibly have feelings for you?

pushing that thought aside, you pull the last article of clothing back on your body right as matt finishes up inside of the bathroom. he stops and examines you, nodding his head in approval.

"you wanna leave first, or should i?" matt asks you, and you gulp as you look away from him.

"um, i'll go first," you say, giving him one last look before walking towards the door and leaving out of it.

matt watches you leave, crossing his arms across his chest, wondering if there was any part of you that might feel the same way about him, the way that he feels for you.

( lilly's section 💌 )

i got it wrong gang, matt would deffo be damon ! anyhow, the idea of matt as a vampire lives in my head rent free so here ya go. to my angels @muwapsturniolo , @thenickgirl , @guccifrog , @luverboychris , & @cottoncandyswisherz i love yawlll. and i love all of YOU so much, hope you enjoyed this !💌

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I- No actually it's better I say nothing

Help My Two Daughters Escape From Gaza War

Hello everyone..

I am Hadeel Mikki from Gaza, Palestine and this is my husband Waseem Mikki, my daughters Mira and Nadia, My mother Tahani Mikki, and my two brothers.

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Hello everyone.. I am Hadeel Mikki from Gaza, Palestine and this is m… MOHAMED E M Mikki needs your support for Help My Two Daughters Es

Here is our story - Ever since the morning of the 7th of October, none of our lives have been the same. Everything in our lives has been disrupted. The first night since the beginning of the war, our home got partially destroyed because of a very close Israeli strike.

Despite the damage, we stayed home for another two weeks until suddenly and without preparation, we were told to evacuate our homes and we’d be in danger. From this moment our endless journey of suffering and pain began.

Throughout this journey, we later Knew that our home of three floors where my family and my uncle-in-law family live. My uncle family of 5 members did not leave our home and it has got bombed directly and completely destroyed and all of them were martyred.

My father-in-law his heart could not bear all this pain and all this grief; so he got sick. He found himself living the darkest of realities and through the scarcity of medicine and lack of medical resources in the hospitals, he passed away.

My husband, Waseem, was very sad, and my daughters missed their grandfather, who used to play with them and bring them toys.

The situation was very difficult for my children, and my eldest daughter, Mira, kept crying and wanted to go and see her grandfather, and she did not realize that he had gone and would never return.

So we moved in with my husband, children, and I, full of great sadness, with my mother and two brothers, who are the only survivors of my family; They are all that I have left, and I hope that we will all escape with our lives outside of war and destruction, and that my children will survive. We do not want to lose them.

Our future has become unknown, our present is unbearable, unlivable by human standards. We’re stuck in a harsh reality each moment. We live in a constant state of sounds of explosions, bullets raining down on us, artillery shells, and warplanes dropping destructive missiles on us every day.

In addition to our ongoing suffering to this day: lack of resources, humanitarian aid, medicine, and food. We can barely find food for my girls, as they eat one meal during the day and spend the rest of the day crying.

This is my daughters enjoying a life before 7th October.

But now my princess Mira stay alone all the time remember her previous life, her school, her friends, our beautiful life, and all places we were visited with Mira and Nadia as a beautiful family and still cry I need my school, I need my friends, I need my toys.

This is the cry of a mother and father. We hope that our children will be given the opportunity to live in peace and security and have access to food and a safe life like the rest of the children of the world everywhere.

Now I am pregnant in the 4th month , and I don't know how I will get the baby, there is no hospitals , no pregnancy care , no food , no clean water, so I am worried about this pregnant with these circumstances.

Maybe this fundraising effort is like a beacon in the darkness, our sole source of hope that we hold onto tightly. I urge the world to listen to my plea and the sorrowful cries of my Gaza kin. We desperately require the helping hand that can dry our tears and lead us to safety.

Your contribution is more than just money; it's a chance to reconstruct life and illuminate a brighter future. Join us in shaping a tale of hope, as we rely on your support to begin afresh.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The objective of this fundraising drive is to secure the passage of my family, comprising my husband, two daughters, mother, two brothers, and myself, through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt. Presently, this journey necessitates £5000 per person. This campaign stands as our sole opportunity for survival, and I earnestly implore your aid during this pivotal juncture. Rest assured, I will furnish you with a detailed breakdown of the expenses, vowing transparency, and lucidity throughout.

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Breakdown of Expenses

• Rafah/Egypt crossing: €5000 per person (a total of €25,000 for five adult family members)

€2,500 per child (a total of €5,000 for two children family members)

• Minimum living costs: €5000

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Hadeel Makki

ROSE POST TSS ISTG

She’s done too now 😳

dear dylan o'brien,

So i just thought of this. Age gap romance is hot and all but lets be fr, it aint long before the younger one is gonna watch their old lover slowly slip away as time pass by. Imagine reader is just there, holding sevika's hand (who's now old, like really old, basically in her death bed) slightly tearing up, knowing it aint long before she passes away.

Side note: Hi, I've been stalking your page for a while, so apologies if im sometimes blasting your notifications, I really love your incorrect quotes xD they always made my day.

pls dont apologize!! i love it when u pop up in my inbox or in the notes!! ...but you are gonna KILL me with this ask. i’m gonna fight tooth and nail to make this at least a little fluffy bc my mental stability is hanging on by a thread as it is

hcs: with her to the end

this was bittersweet to write…oh i pray i just want her to live a long and fulfilling and peaceful life :(( 

the age gap between you and sevika is roughly ~20 yrs (she is in her early 40s by the end of canon). when the two of you first start seeing each other, Sevika agonizes over this in silence. she knows she loves you, wants to commit to you as long as you’ll have her. but she doesn’t want to hold you back. doesn’t want to take you away from the prime of your life. she’s also half convinced you’ll leave her as soon as her age catches up. she’ll express these anxieties in jokes, but you see right through her.  like if she forgets something important and you tease her for it, she’ll crack a smile and say “yeah, I’m two more slips away from the nursing home, huh?”  and you look at her seriously and say “nice try. you’re not getting away that easy, woman—you’re stuck with me.” 

the streaks of grey in her hair will eventually cover her head and she decides to just get a buzzcut. you never miss a moment to tell her how beautiful she is. because she is. seated at her council seat, now a respected Zaunite representative, swathed in her cloaks of deep colors, her grey eyes as piercing as ever. the wrinkles in her face tell stories of unimaginable pain and endurance, they are markers of her survival. and the charming lines at the corners of her eyes show the joy she discovered when she met you.

as she ages she’ll become more irritable, her vision and hearing declines and she can’t move as easily as she used to. snaps at everyone who tries to help—the only person she is okay with taking care of her is you.

as her memory fades you sit by her for long, quiet hours, telling her stories of her own achievements. reminding her of the hopes she had for Zaun. quietly passing over the darkest memories. she never quite believes you when you tell her about all that she has done, how important she was to the revolution. “I did that? I rallied them together for the battle at Noxus?” “Yes, Vika. It was all you.”  

she falls in love with you like it’s the first time, over and over again. calls your name out in a troubled tone after a nap, thinking you’re gone. when you emerge in the doorway a relieved smile spreads over her face and she holds out her right hand to you. you wrap your hands over hers, her once-strong fingers now bent and spotted, and kiss her cheek. “I was just in the garden. I’m not going anywhere, love. Don’t worry.”

you fill the house with flowers and sunlight. you tend to the garden and bring in fresh flowers every morning. you wrap her in blankets when she gets too cold, cook her the foods she remembers from childhood, and read to her until she dozes off in her chair. when the doctors tell you she will not have much time left, you throw aside all your external duties to spend every minute of the day with her. you don’t want to think about a future without her, so you make the most of every moment you spend with her. even when long stretches of time pass where she looks at you and doesn’t recognize your face. when she calls you by another name, or forgets your name altogether.

when Sevika passes away, it will be quiet. it will be warm and peaceful and painless. you were sitting at the bedside, holding her hand, chatting to her in a low voice about little nothings. when she leans back and closes her eyes, as softly as if going to sleep, you know it is time. she has always slept with a scowl on her face, as if ready for danger even in sleep. but this time her brows are relaxed, a deep peace settling on her expression.

and there’ll be a great funeral ceremony for the Zaunite Councilor; the bridges will be decked in her colors and people from Zaun and Piltover alike crowd the streets to mourn her passing. she was one of the greatest leaders of the revolution the cities had ever known, and you take comfort in knowing her deeds will be remembered, her legacy cherished.

sometimes you walk through the rooms late at night, unable to sleep without the sound of her deep breathing, thinking of all the memories you shared with her. it feels sometimes that she has only gone away on one of her business trips and will come through the door at any moment, tall and strong, demanding in her low voice, “where’s my girl?” but you know she is at peace and that she passed knowing she was loved and valued. and you know it will not be too long before you will join her again, wherever she is now—far from the pain, but still close to you.

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 . . . you’re typically a straight a student, thanks to your relationship with your professor. but one day he randomly fails you and you find a way to bump up your grade.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mature language, dom!matt, smut — oral (male receiving) — (read at your own risk)

a grin grows on your face as you watch your professor slowly make his way towards where you’re sitting, passing out the graded papers to your fellow students.

see, the reason you’re so excited to receive your assignment back is because you just know you’re getting an a+. the reason for it may be unethical, but regardless it keeps your grades up.

so what if you’re secretly hooking up with professor sturniolo, he’s hot, experienced and you never get lower than an a so it’s a win-win situation.

however, as he finally stops at your desk, harshly placing the paper on your desk, your face immediately drops at the red, large circled F. you look up at him, and he doesn’t even give you a sneaky glance with his eyes that are normally mixed with desire and hunger for you.

he passes by quickly, and you just fold your arms at the lack of touch he’d normally give you whenever he walks by your desk. your glossy upper lip lifts into a sneer at the sight of the failed paper even though you didn’t really put any effort into it, just expecting him to pass you.

you just sigh, knowing internally that you’re going to immediately question him and his odd behavior after class.

-‘๑’-

the rest of english passes by pretty quick, only filled with the annoying chatter of the other students filling your ears. you watch as everyone rushes out the classroom to their next period, but you stay seated until the class is empty.

but professor sturniolo doesn’t realize you’re still lingering until he looks up and notices you with your arms folded at your desk. his face crinkles with confusion as he takes a seat on his chair, picking up other papers that desperately need to be graded.

“can i help you?” he questions, breaking the silence as his gaze flickers between you sat at the desk in front of him then back to his task.

you grow irritated towards how oblivious he’s acting, harshly pushing your chair out from underneath the wooden desk with the paper tightly gripped in your hand. you practically storm over to your desk as if there’s a gloomy cloud above your head, your eyebrows furrowed.

once you reach his desk, you violently slam your graded paper in front of you, not shifting your gaze away from him. your eyes are glued to your professor, anger and frustration coursing through your veins. “you failed me,” you hiss, watching his every move.

he adjusts his glasses, pulling them to the tip of his nose, picking up the paper. “your writing is sloppy,” he blankly states, pushing it to the side.

you tilt your head at his shift in behavior, not used to him being honest about your efforts in class. “you never fail me,” you refer to every single a+ he’s given you. “we fuck and you pass me, that’s been our deal for months so my parents don’t get onto me.”

“like i said, your writing is sloppy,” he repeats, leaning back in his seat. he folds his arms, looking up at your through his glasses. “normally you at least put effort into it, yet this time it’s probably the worst fuckingthing i’ve ever read.”

your face flickers with frustration towards how effortlessly those words leave his mouth. yes, he’s not wrong with saying that because for the first time, you didn’t even try with the assignment but it doesn’t mean he should back out of the arrangement.

“fuck you matt,” you seethe and the use of his first name makes him immediately stand up. he shuffles around his desk, now standing right in front of you. you look up at him through your lashes, knowing that it’s his weakness.

“fuck me?” he tilts his head, a certain look in his eyes. that same look he gives you to show when he’s fueling with the desire of being close to you. “you know it’s mister sturniolo to you.”

you’d be lying if you said this certain dominance wasn’t turning you on, feeling the wetness pool between your legs. you tug on your pleated skirt, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“you don’t wanna fail me mister sturniolo,” you tilt your head and your hand reaches for his hair, fixing his middle part. “do you, sir?” your voice is sweet like honey, the words rolling off your tongue so easily.

he places his hand on the desk next to him, leaning on it for support. “i really don’t, so you should give me a reason why i shouldn’t,” a devilish grin appears on his face and you instantly know how you’re about to get your grade up.

now fully leaning against his desk, he cups your jaw with his hand, the pad of his thumb dragging across your bottom lip. your lips part slightly, giving him the opportunity for you to wrap your lips around his thumb. you do exactly that, not breaking eye contact with your professor as he pushes it deeper inside every second.

your tongue swirls around it, feeling the coldness of his ring inside of your mouth. it clashes with your teeth as he speeds up his movements, moving it inside and out. “fuck…” he drags out, his eyes sparkling with hunger and admiration towards how good you look.

matt pulls his finger out, causing a pop sound to enter the class and he places his hands on your shoulders. “you gonna be a good girl and get your grade up?” he questions through a smirk and you nod, watching his expression soften as he gently pushes you down to your knees.

your skin comes in contact with the wooden floor, hissing slightly at the hard and cold material. your lashes flutter as he looks down at you, taking his glasses off placing them on the desk. “go on then,” he says and you rapidly nod your head.

now your attention is glued to the erection vo ible through his pants, only growing by the second. you unzip them, tugging at his pants and his boxers; you pull them down at the same time.

you chew on your bottom lip, taking the base of his cock into your hands, slowly pumping at it. he twitches at your gentle movements, his lips parting at the familiar sight of you on your knees for him.

you straighten your posture fully, giving yourself the opportunity to drag your tongue against his veiny, throbbing cock, then his tip. a trail of saliva is left because of your movements and you listen to the hums of approval leaving matt’s lips.

without even thinking twice, you wrap your lips around his member, your hand remaining on the base of it. you bob your head slowly and matt quietly whimpers, “oh my fuck,” he groans and you resist the rush to smile at how easy it is to make him feel so good.

you continue to bob your head, twisting your hand at the same time. you feel the large amount of saliva building up inside of your mouth as you continue to move, pulling away to take a breath and letting the dribble fall down your chin before you quickly wrap your lips back around his cock, bobbing your head again.

“fuck, i—just like that, fuck,” he jumbles up his words, letting a moan escape from his lips. “you’re doing s-so good, keep going baby,” he praises as you speed up your movements.

your cheeks hollow and you suck faster, ignoring the spit dripping down your fingers and falling onto your exposed legs. “you’re amazing,” he praises you again and you feel your cheeks heat up.

matt feels his stomach clench, only moments away from reaching his release. his hand finds its way behind your head, pushing you down while taking strands of your hair between his fingers and you gag as your nose comes in contact with his pelvic bone.

“i’m—fuck…” he groans, implying that he’s about to reach his climax.

you continue at the pace you’re at, only slowing down once you feel a familiar liquid shooting into the back of your throat. you pull away, a string of saliva connecting from his tip to your plump lips. you wipe the corner of your mouth with your thumb, looking up at him and the surprised expression plastered across his face.

matt’s chest heaves, looking down at you with a grin of satisfaction. “you’re fucking perfect,” he says, reaching for a pen as well as your paper.

he rotates his body slightly, giving him space to write something on it. you watch as he scribbles something out, then writing something new. after he finishes, he passes it to you and a dimpled-smile grows on your face.

A+ for my best student :)

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