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somethingheavenknows · 5 months
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gaming chair
pairing: matt sturniolo x (female) reader
genre: SMUT smut smut smut
summary: matt’s been gaming for too long, and you’ve grown impatient.
tags/content warning⚠️: swearing, lots of pet names- especially princess, daddy!matt, soft dom!matt, slight subspace! reader, mentions of body consciousness, begging (both ways 😏), praise, fingering, riding, mentions of cockwarming and oral (female receiving).
everyone asked for nasty… so here you go.
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nsfw content below the cut. i’m not your mother, but either way, proceed with caution.
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he had to be doing it on purpose. there was no other explanation. matt was sitting there to taunt you. his t-shirt hung from his shoulders so nice, like it was the comfiest and most stealable shirt in the world. those threadbare grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, the band of his boxers poking out like a feast for your eyes, and he sat with his legs spread wide. that spot right on his lap looked perfectly sized for you to take a seat, and you wanted to so badly.
     "are you almost done?" you squeaked from the bed. you've been watching him play video games in that irresistible state for three hours now, and you were starting to get needy. that stupid game. you wanted his attention back.
     "yeah, almost. do you need something, love?" matt replied.
     "mhm," you hummed, "jus' bored... that's all."
     matt's posture straightened right out at your tone, and he made quick work of saving his progress and exiting out of the game. his brain shuffled so quickly through the process that he nearly knocked his soda can off the desk in his frenzy. the boy swiveled around in his chair and smiled, his eyes hazing over dreamily as he took a look at you. you were snuggled up in his pillows and holding the teddy bear he'd won you at a fair some time ago so tightly, smiling back. you batted your eyelashes, knowing how he loved the way they fluttered. a little pair of sleep shorts squeezed your bottom, nothing beneath them, and you wore a big black t-shirt that he wanted nothing more than to take off.
     "come here, then. what are you waiting for?"
     you put down your teddy and crawled to the foot of the bed, swinging your legs down and hopping off. he slid down in his gaming chair for you and patted his lap, which you clambered into with ease. you felt a bit self-conscious on top of him this way.
     "m'not too heavy, right?"
     "course not, love. you're perfect. just right," he tucked a lock of silky hair behind your ear.
     the boy ran his hands up and down the sides of your body, committing the curves of your lovehandles and hips to memory. you locked your palms behind the back of his neck and twisted the tawny curls around your fingers. his hair was so soft, and growing so long. so grabbable.
     "you're so pretty, angel. such a pretty girl."
     "really?"
     "really, darling. absolutely. god, just look at you."
     he craned his neck up and you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his. he kissed you soft, and you felt your entire body fizzle like a live wire. he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, asking you sweetly for permission, and you answered by parting your lips and letting him inside. the kiss grew heated then, his tongue tying knots with yours like you were one big cherry stem. your hands pressed flush to his chest, balling up the fabric of his shirt. the rough pads of his fingers toyed at the hem of your top with uncertainty, and then he decided to do it; he slipped his palms right under and began to run them all across your stomach and your waist, playing with the baby soft skin.
     "fuck," he groaned into your mouth, "so pretty, baby. can't get enough of you."
     "need you, matty," you mumbled, feeling yourself slipping into a familiar, cushion-like headspace already. you always melted like this when matt touched you; something about him was so all-consuming, so intoxicating, so safe, that you fell away, your awareness blurred at the edges where his lips kissed and his voice deafened. he made it so easy to let go.
     "need me, huh? want me to touch you, pretty girl?"
     "mhm."
"where, babe?"
you let out a grumble of frustration, drawing out a lengthy, "matty, come on..."
     "lost your words, huh? want me to do it all for you, princess?"
     in a beg barely above a whisper, you agreed. "please,"
     you ground into his lap, which pulled something reminiscent of a growl from matt's lips. he trapped your hips beneath his strong hands and helped you stay steady as you drew big swooping circles on him. there was a pit in your stomach, and it was trembling, climbing to a crescendo slowly as you felt the pressure of him through his pants.
     he wasted no time in pushing his hand down the front of your sleep shorts, sliding his long fingers across the skin. his fingers were just warm enough, and you shivered when his calculative touch reached the wet patch between the fabric and you. 
     "christ, already so wet for me," he teased with a smirk, that plush bottom lip pouting like some sick joke. "were you thinking about me while you sat behind me, love? watchin’ me play? thinkin' 'bout what i would do to you once i was done?"
     you nodded, letting out a soft whine as he teased your entrance with his fingers. a string of dopey "yes"s spilled over the chasm of your lips, beginning to swell from how hard you bit down.
     "what a bad girl you are," matt's voice grew dark, "thinkin' of me touching you when you're right behind me. about how good i'd feel inside you, how i can make you feel. oh, love," he sighed, like you were unredeemable, like he could never fix this part of you. he clicked his tongue condescendingly, "surprised you didn't touch yourself back there when i wasn't looking."
     "mm-mmm," you shook your head, "w-wanted to save it for you."
     "that's my girl. such a good girl, waiting for me. you deserve to feel so good, angel. gonna make you feel so good."
     there was no warning when his fingers plunged deep, curling inside of you like a hook. your moan escaped so lewdly that you flushed with shame, burying your face in his neck. he chuckled as he carefully began dancing his two strongest fingers, the middle and the ring, back and forth at a torturously slow pace; even through your shorts you could hear the noises coming from the center of your hips, and you whined. matt was in a different kind of heaven as you were dripping all over his hand.
     "fuck, baby, look at you."
     you began to work yourself on his fingers, fucking yourself with him like a toy. he hummed as you twisted around and around on his palm, and he dove for your collarbone, sucking hard on the sensitive skin and leaving sloppy kisses all across your chest.
     "feels so good, daddy," you whined into the searing skin of his cheek, and you felt the muscle bunch up in a smile.
     "there she is. my pretty baby," he cooed, eyes nearly rolling back at his nickname. he loved when you let it slip, because it always did, no matter how hard you tried to hold it back. “look how sweet you are, all worked up from my fingers. daddy can't wait much longer, princess,"
     "p-please do it."
     "words, baby, words."
     "fuck me, please. right here in the chair. right in your chair, daddy, please."
     that was all he needed you to say. he pulled his fingers out and lifted you up so he could shimmy his sweatpants down just enough. if your eyes were open, you’d have gasped at his size, but they were screwed shut so tightly as the emptiness in your stomach begged to be filled again. tauntingly, he dipped his fingers back inside you and coated them with the taste of you, pressing them on your tongue like a treat before using the leftovers to slick himself. then, he grabbed your hips and lined himself up, and he helped you lower yourself down. and like the good girl he promised you were, you took him all the way.
     "so tight, princess," he moaned, "so fucking tight, oh my god- can't believe you sat back there and thought about me fucking you. should've spoke up, love, i needed you so bad. i was thinking about it too."
     he guided you back and forth and you followed his rhythm, riding him slow and deep. you felt like you might fall apart on him, unravel like a teddy with a loose stitch.
     "thought about fucking you until your eyes rolled back, y’know. about takin’ you with my headset on, so all my friends could hear you moaning for me, screamin’ my name. thought about your tight little pussy the entire time- fuck, angel, you feel so good- faster, princess, please,”
     you followed orders, and your moans turned into faint whispers of screams. he kissed all over your chest and neck as you called out for him, your hands buried in his hair and tugging so hard it made his eyes roll.
     "fuck! faster, princess, faster! you're gonna make me cum, angel, please!" he whined, burrowing in your chest and heaving his hot breath across your skin. you twisted and turned as fast as you could handle, addicted to the fullness, how he felt like such a perfect fit. "baby, please! please, please, please!" he babbled, all high and desperate. it turned you on so much that he couldn't help but beg you to make him cum.
     "fuck, mat- i- oh, daddy,” your head lolled, and you struggled to keep your pace. matt’s strong palms stitched to your sides, giving you some much needed encouragement. feeling the heat in your stomach burning like fire, you croaked, “m'gonna... god, i’m...!"
     "cum for me, princess. cum all over me. jesus christ, you’re… fuck, that’s it, angel, don’t stop. keep fucking going.”
     it only took a few more snaps of your hips until you crumbled. and in a way, it was sort of like having an exorcism. you twitched and trembled against his body, almost watching yourself from afar as your entire body buzzed, pulsated; you tugged his hair so hard you feared ripping some out. you rode him even longer, through the sensitivity, because it was all too good to stop. the boy came only moments after you did, and there was so much of it you felt it running, dripping everywhere in a mess. you moaned wildly into his neck, imprinting toothy love bites behind his ear, and he sat there and took it, nipping and praising you.
     "good girl. that's my good fucking girl. came so hard for daddy, princess, my pretty girl," he cooed, "can't believe you sat there... so cute how bad you need me inside of you all the time."
     you kissed him hard, your teeth clashing and your hands all over his body as you sat on his cock, keeping him warm. he patted your bottom and smiled strangely, like he had a new plan. he told you, "i'll help you get up, love. want you to lay down for me." 
     "hmm?" you asked, fighting through the haze in your head.
     "oh, m’gonna eat you, princess. lay back for me, love, and i'll do all the work. want you to cum all over my face this time,” he muttered, catching your swollen bottom lip between his teeth and tugging just gently enough to allow butterflies to crawl up your spine. “who do you love, hm? who, baby?”
“you, daddy,” you whispered, seeing stars.
“mhm. that’s right. and daddy loves you. now, lay down.”
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chumpmagump · 2 months
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How sad it is that we are told to listen to our bodies
The importance of doing what our bodies need
yet we live in a world where we can do anything but that.
Today I feel like staying home and watching cartoons and walking in the park and reading
today I roll over into my fourth day shoes a tear shooting down my side while I ready myself for the office.
They say listen to your bodies needs , but once you have started it’s so hard to stop.
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divine-nonchalance · 4 months
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Dear amazingly powerful body of mine, my sweet love, my awesome vessel, thank you for repairing my teeth so fast and so flawlessly! - Sejeluho . Affirmations for All
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strangepersonthefirst · 7 months
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Friendly reminder that meditation comes in like millions of shapes and sizes? As long as you're aware of the energy of your body very presently, do whatever. Meditate by playing games and focusing on your hands. Meditate by dancing. GO WILD. Meditating being sterotyped into 'lotus position' has been nothing but detrimental to everyone.
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micahthemoon · 1 day
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May 1 2024
I’ve started to jokingly give my stomach nicknames a bit like Jere does. Today’s name is chunky. I’ve also called it the Danish version of pötsi a lot. Tbh I’m not sure if the name are meant to be affectionate or not because sometimes, I feel giddy doing this and other times it makes me feel less great about my appearance. I keep telling myself that if it wasn’t because my top surgery was on the line, I wouldn’t mind how I look but is it true? Honestly, I don’t know for sure and it scares me.
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gender-hellbender · 10 months
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I finally found a grounding technique that somewhat works for me. I've always hated the five senses technique because it's not my surroundings I'm disconnected from, it's my body.
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house-of-slayterr · 2 years
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I hate those moments when you become sensory aware of your own body.
Like when you can feel the blood, warm and gushing through your veins. Or when you can feel your heartbeat in your fingertips.
When you can hear the sound of your eyes blinking. Or the burning in your cheeks when you cry.
When you remember your tongue is touching your teeth. And you can taste the flavour of your own saliva.
When your bones start to get itchy, but you obviously can’t scratch them. Or when you have to crack your knuckles but it simply won’t happen.
That feeling when you get pins and needles, but it makes your skin feel like it’s burning instead.
When you can feel the food digesting in your stomach. Or when the alcohol goes straight to the bottom making you feel all warm inside.
When you accidentally cut your finger nails to short and expose the bit of skin that’s not used to touching the air.
When you suddenly remember you have a face and now you don’t know if it’s “relaxed” or not. When you can feel your eyes dilating.
And the worst of all is when you can feel your fucking belly button. It’s so gross, everytime ut happens I want to rip it off with my teeth. It feels like being pinched and stabbed, with your nerve ending firing off for no reason. It’s so hard not to vomit every time it happens.
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lloonlloon · 1 year
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Found some fun trash to climb on! Everyone was so brave!
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basicfit · 10 months
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Eyes-Closed Training: Unlock Strength, Performance, & Function
Eyes-closed training
Eyes-closed training is a fascinating approach that can revolutionize your strength, performance, and overall functionality. By closing your eyes during exercises, you tap into a heightened mind-body connection and unlock hidden potential within yourself. This unique training method challenges your balance, stability, and coordination, leading to improved strength gains, enhanced athletic performance, and better functional movement patterns. Explore the transformative benefits of eyes-closed training and take your fitness journey to new heights. Read Full Post on Eyes-closed training to Click Here
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cutejennydawson · 1 year
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Decoding Your Body: A Closer Look at How Your Body Works
Our bodies are incredibly complex and fascinating machines that are capable of performing a wide range of functions. From the circulatory system that delivers oxygen and nutrients throughout our body, to the respiratory system that helps us breathe, to the nervous system that allows us to move, think, and feel, every part of our body plays a vital role in our overall health and well-being. Here's a closer look at how your body works:
The Circulatory System
The circulatory system is responsible for delivering oxygen and nutrients to every cell in our body. It consists of the heart, blood vessels, and blood. The heart pumps blood through the blood vessels, which transport oxygen and nutrients to the body's tissues and organs, so a massage near me is dominant.
2. The Respiratory System
The respiratory system is responsible for bringing oxygen into our body and removing carbon dioxide. It consists of the lungs, trachea, bronchi, and diaphragm. When we breathe, air enters the lungs and oxygen is absorbed into the bloodstream, while carbon dioxide is expelled.
3. The Nervous System
The nervous system is responsible for transmitting signals throughout the body and controlling our movements, thoughts, and emotions. It consists of the brain, spinal cord, and nerves. The brain receives and processes sensory information, while the nerves send signals throughout the body to control our movements and reactions.
4. The Digestive System
The digestive system is responsible for breaking down food and extracting nutrients that our body needs to function. It consists of the mouth, esophagus, stomach, intestines, and liver. Food is broken down into nutrients and waste, which is eliminated from the body.
5. The Muscular System
The muscular system is responsible for our movement and posture. It consists of the skeletal muscles, which are attached to our bones and help us move. When we contract our muscles, we are able to move our bodies.
6. The Skeletal System
The skeletal system is responsible for supporting our body and protecting our organs. It consists of the bones, cartilage, and ligaments. The bones provide support and protection, while the cartilage and ligaments connect the bones and allow for movement.
In conclusion, our body is a complex and intricate system that requires care and attention in order to function at its best. By understanding how our body works, we can make informed decisions about our health and well-being, and take steps to ensure that we are giving our body the support it needs to thrive. So take care of your body, and it will take care of you!
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blissfullydelirious · 2 years
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Maria Lassnig Self-portraits
"We’re just starting to understand that just because you’re born with a certain set of genes, you’re not in a biologic prison as a result of those genes — that changes can be made to how those genes function, that can help.
And maybe some changes are more likely to occur than others, and some genes are more flexible than other genes, but the idea is a very simple idea, and you hear it from people all the time. People say, when something cataclysmic happens to them, “I’m not the same person. I’ve been changed. I am not the same person that I was.”
And we have to start asking ourselves, well, what do they mean by that? Of course, they’re the same person. They have the same DNA, don’t they? They do. And what I think it means is that the environmental influence has been so overwhelming that it has forced a major constitutional change, an enduring transformation. And epigenetics gives us the language and the science to be able to start unpacking that"
– Rachel Yehuda, from The On Being Podcast, How Trauma and Resilience Cross Generations
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nanobookreview · 1 year
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The Man Who Tasted Words by Guy Leschziner
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With a fantastic combination of compassion and neuroscience, Dr. Leschziner takes us through a sampling of the senses. This fantastic book helps you recognize that objective reality is a bit more subjective than we would like.
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micahthemoon · 1 day
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April 30 2024
I think I’ve started to understand why cismen find it funny to blow their belly up when relaxing. For the first time I was able to do it too. Seeing it blow out like a ballon and just play around with it was way more fun than it had any right to be. It got me thinking back to Jere’s vacation videos or even more fitting häärijä that can make his belly impressively large and round. Idk if I could do it today because I ate a lot or if the fat distribution has started. Who knows.
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loudlylovingreview · 1 month
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Toi Derricotte: Invisible Dreams
La poesie vit d’insomnie perpetuelle—René Char.There’s a sickness in me. During the night I wake up & it’s broughta stain into my mouth, as ifan ocean has risen & left backa stink on the rocks of my teeth. I stink. My mouth is ugly, humanstink. A color like rustis in me. I can’t get rid of it.It rises after Ibrush my teeth, a tastelike iron. In thenight, left like a dream,a caustic lightwashing…
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no-more-hide · 2 months
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When Shirley first looked in the mirror, she looked at a strange face, but she knew that was her face, her true face. The hormones had set a process in motion that changed so much. Finally, her body did what he should have done for a long time. The hair did not stop growing and the small peas on her chest grew bigger and bigger. At first only small hills, but then more and more and now they were as big as halved oranges and filled a bra cup B at the latest. She had learned to call the small skin wart between her legs clitoris. In the past, he hated his body, never looked at himself in the mirror and touched himself as little as possible. Now that she suddenly was a woman, everything was exciting, new and beautiful for her. Shirley lightly stroked the magnificent oranges in front of her chest. She felt the nipples contract. Her nipples straightened up. They were tall. Shirley could grab them with two fingers, rub and twirl. Shirley smiled. The touch was indescribable, heat flowed through her body. Her nipples seemed to glow and Shirley moaned full of pleasure. Every touch of her body was a new experience and every touch was exciting, outstanding and full of pleasure.
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