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Mugshots #1 (Mad Cave Studios, May 2024) preview pages by Jordan Thomas and Chris Matthews
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worldsofzzt · 1 year
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Source “The Gate of Time” by Chris Matthews/Devin McDougall Published by: Awesome Software Incorporated [gate.zzt] - “Title screen” Play This World Online
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whatisonthemoon · 11 months
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How the Moonie Media Apparatus Bought Chris Matthews’ Soul for a Pittance (2007)
WIOTM note: The following is a post from the Scooby Davis blog about the Unification Church (source)
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"[Jack] Welch sincerely believed that all liberals were phonies. He took great pleasure in "buying their leftist souls", watching in satisfaction as former Democrats like Russert and MSNBC’s Chris Matthews eagerly discarded the baggage of their former progressive beliefs in exchange for cold hard GE cash."(quote found via Mercury Rising).
Being someone who follows the media, I knew that Welch had an influence on Russert's political views. I didn't realize he got his rocks off by buying the souls of people on the left. I seriously doubt that Welch reads this blog, but if he did, he might be sad to find out that Chris Matthews's media whoredom cherry had been popped a long time before he was supposedly corrupted by Welch. By the time Welch got to Matthews, Tweety's soul had been bought and paid for by Sun Myung Moon for a pittance. Sometimes I wonder which is worse: someone who never had principles (e.g., Karl Rove) or someone who once acted like a human being and then lost his way when the price was right. When I look at the Moon controversy, there are a number of people who initially took a principled stand against the anti-American megalomaniac but who changed their tune because either, 1) Moon dumped billions of dollars to help the American right; or 2) because they wanted to line their pockets. An example of the former is former Senator Robert Dole. In the 1970's, Dole was justifiably troubled about Moon's activities and his attempts to corrupt the American political system. In 1976, Dole held a public forum in Washington in which survivors and the families of victims of the Unification Church spoke about their nightmarish experiences with the cult. In February 1979, Dole held congressional hearings on the threat of cults in which discussion of Moon's pernicious activities were a prominent feature. Carlton Sherwood, a prominent paid apologist for Moon, credits Dole with setting into motion the investigations that led to the imprisonment of the cult leader for tax evasion:
For all practical purposes, this one letter [that Dole sent to the IRS calling for the investigation of the Unification Church's tax exemption] set into motion all subsequent events which, five years later, would result in the conviction and imprisonment of Moon." (Inquisition: The Persecution and Prosecution of the Reverend Sun Myung Moon, pg. 53)
That all changed in the 1980's. After attempts to evangelize America in the 1970's were an abysmal failure, Moon pretty much figured that his messianic vision didn't play in Peoria (or anywhere else in the United States) so he kept a low profile and dumped a few billion dollars into a right-wing media empire. Apparently,
Dole knew which way the wind was blowing because he let bygones be bygones and lent Moon credibility by appearing at the Messiah's "Tear Down the Cross" Washington prayer breakfast in 2003
Moon and his underlings have covered their bases with a two-pronged media strategy: 1) Subverting journalism by becoming part of the media with the Washington Times, UPI, and Insight magazine; 2) Undermining media independence with Moonie front groups that give large conference fees to mainstream journalists.
The 1992 Frontline documentary on Moon addresses this:
Narrator: Besides paying for his own media, Moon sought to influence legitimate press outlets. One vehicle was the World Media Association. [Moon's right hand man Bo Hi Pak]: " And the founder is Reverend Moon, who is deeply concerned for the world media, particularly in the battle against communism all over the world; who sees that the role of the media is so vital and so important for the salvation of our civilization." Narrator: The World Media Association sponsors all-expense-paid conferences and junkets for journalists all over the world. As Bo Hi Pak told public station KQED in 1984, the Unification Movement used the association as a weapon for a larger crusade. Pak: "But is a total war. Basically war of ideas. War of mind, the battlefield is the human mind. This is where the battle is fought. So in this war the entire thing will be mobilized, political means, social means, economical means and propagandistic means, and basically trying to take over the other person's mind. That is what the third world war is all about--the war of ideology."
The upshot is that the Moonies received journalistic legitimacy by becoming part of the media and by transferring vast amounts of money to the media elite through Moonie front groups. One of those corrupted by this easy Moonie money was Chris Matthews. To Matthews’ credit, when the Moon-owned Washington Times was established in 1982, Matthews--who was then the assistant to then-Speaker Tip O'Neil--refused to grant the Times any legitimacy by not credentialing their operatives (reporters). Matthews quipped at the time, "We work hard enough responding to legitimate press inquires." It was a principled move.
To Matthews' discredit, when he had the chance to pocket Moonie money by according the Moonie media apparatus undeserved legitimacy, Matthews took the money. Fast forward to 1989 (after Matthews left government service and was Washington Bureau Chief of the San Francisco Examiner). The Unification Church paid Matthews $2500 to speak at a conference for the Moonie front group, the World Media Association. Mathews' descent into media whoredom is recounted by James Whelan, the former editor of the Washington Times (who resigned as editor of the Times in 1984 after Moon reneged on his promise not to impose his sectarian agenda on the Times) at a conference that addressed cults and the media (click here and watch 57:35 to 1:00:25 for Whelan’s take on Matthews). To show how Matthews did a complete 180 regarding the Moonie media, the Washington Times--the rag that Matthews had previously dismissed as pseudo-journalism--began running Matthew’s syndicated column in the 1990's. Matthews was a consummate media whore by the time he met up with Jack Welch.
Addendum: James Whelan on journalists who are paid to go on Moonie junkets (click here and go to 1:09:37)
They (the Moonies) are subverting our political system. They're doing it through front organizations--most of them disguised--and through their funding of independent organizations--through the placement of volunteers in the inner sanctums of hard-pressed organizations. In every instance--in every instance--those who attend their conferences, those who accept their money or their volunteers, delude themselves that there is no loss of virtue because the Moonies have not proselytized. That misses the central, crucial point: the Moonies are a political movement in religious clothing. Moon seeks power, not the salvation of souls. To achieve that, he needs religious fanatics as his palace guard and shock troops. But more importantly, he needs secular conscripts--seduced by money, free trips, free services, seemingly endless bounty and booty--in order to give him respectability and, with it, that image of influence which translates as power.
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From WIOTM note on Inside Moon’s Washington:
The relationship between Jesse Jackson and the Moonies began in 1976, when Jesse Jackson wrote a column in the Moonies NY-based newspaper ‘The News World,’ the year it launched. That said, through the 80s, the Moonies/CARP actively protested events that Jesse Jackson was involved with, including pro-Sandinista rallies. By 1989, as this article expounds on, Jackson was paying the Moonies for marketing for his campaign at Global Image Associates.
Quote from Robert Parry in ‘Secrecy & Privilege: Rise of the Bush Dynasty from Watergate to Iraq’:
"In 1976, Moon's search for growing influence in the United States seemed to be following the KCIA script. Moon started a small-circulation newspaper in New York City that featured a column by civil rights leader Jesse Jackson. Moon promoted the anti-communist cause through front groups which held lavish conferences and paid speaking fees to academics, journalists and political leaders.
On Arnaud de Borchgrave, Editor-in-Chief of the Washington Times and Friend of Gladio Terrorists Washington Post: Church Spends Millions On Its Image (1984) Moonstruck: The Reverend and His Newspaper
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hysteria-things · 3 months
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MATT'S STREAM
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and chris’ relationship isn’t out to the public just yet. when he’s on stream with matt, you tease him.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, teasing, dry humping, cock warming, degradation if you squint, p in v, semi-public (?)
ASSUME YOU'RE ON THE PILL!
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chris sits at his desk, spam clicking and smashing buttons on his keyboard. he talks to his brothers in his headset.
matt’s streaming on twitch right now, meaning that thousands of fans are watching the three of them play fortnite. you’ve been with chris for a few months, yet the fans have no idea. you both collectively agreed to keep your relationship out of the public eye.
hence why you are seated next to him out of frame, watching the stream go down. your eyes scan to his side profile. his brows furrow in concentration, his tongue sticking out as he focuses on the computer screen. you hear the boys scream in his headset, and he slams his hands onto his lap.
“damn.” he grunts out, glancing over at you for a moment and smiling.
“i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” he says into the mic before muting it and taking off his headset. he turns his face cam off and goes into the bathroom to do his business.
he comes out beats later, sitting back in the gaming chair, wiggling to get comfortable. you get up, which gains his attention. “you doing okay?” he asks.
“yeah. just need to stretch.”
before he could unmute his mic and turn the cam back on, you push the chair back slightly to have enough space to straddle his lap. he wraps his arms around your waist and welcomes you closer, kissing your collarbone. “they’re going to think i’m shitting.” he says jokingly.
your arms snake around his neck and you lean back to look at him. “say your camera broke.”
he smirks and puts back on his headset. “i’m back.” he starts. “for some reason, my camera is acting weird.”
“it’s all good. as long as we can still hear you.” matt’s voice replies.
the thin fabric you call panties rubs against his bulge through his red plaid pajama pants. you have a shirt on, one of chris’s FRESH LOVE t-shirts that covers you enough to look like a nightgown. a sensation tingles between your legs, and you start to move your hips slowly.
you hear chris groan, pressing a button on his keyboard. “what are you doing?” he asks sternly.
“i need to get comfortable.” you tease, rocking your hips harder. he opens his mouth to say something, but closes it and clicks unmute again.
you rest your head in the crook of his neck and continue to rock your hips, feeling him grow beneath you. he still talks to his brothers normally, but his performance on the game doesn’t look good.
“what the fuck is up with you, chris?” nick questions into the headphones.
“sorry,” he mumbles.
your hands find their way to the back of his neck and tug at his hair lightly. you breathe heavily to not make any noise since his mic is right next to your head. you don’t even notice your hips rutting and body tensing when you feel your release soak your underwear.
you exhale shakily, lifting your body and looking at the mess you made. there’s a wet stain on his pants on top of his hard-on. you don’t even have to look to know your underwear is ruined.
chris looks at you confused, before following your gaze. you go to get up but he grabs your hips and places you back to where you’re hovering over him. he unties his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers. he moves the mic away from his mouth, leaning toward your ear.
“don’t move or make a fucking sound,” he warns in a low tone you could barely hear.
he pushes your panties to the side and guides you down onto his cock, fighting off the hissing noise trying to escape your lips as he stretches you out tenderly and slowly. you and chris started having sex not long ago, but even after a few days without it, you had to readjust again.
this, however, is a first.
you guys never tried cock warming before. you felt so nervous. so excited. so full.
after multiple rounds of fortnite that felt like it lasted hours, your brain felt fuzzy despite not even doing anything. every time he talked, laughed, or celebrated a victory or loss, he’d thrust deep inside of you. and it drove you nuts.
you hear commotion on the other end of the headset. “fuck!” chris screams, jolting his hips further into you than at any other time. your eyes roll ever so slightly, mouth agape as your bottom lip grazes over his bare shoulder. it’s too late to take back the moan that came out of you.
chris’ hands make their way to your ass and squeeze hard, setting a reminder.
be quiet. right.
your patience becomes thinner and thinner, since it’s already been about thirty minutes. too desperate, you start to grind against him.
before he can do or say anything, you grab his mic and fist your hand over it so nobody can hear.
“please let me ride you. i promise i’ll be quiet.” you beg.
“so needy.” he sighs, taking your hand off of the mic and returning to the game.
rutting your hips forward, you start bouncing, your clit swollen from sitting still for so long without doing anything about it. you don’t know, but you could’ve sworn you heard chris groan.
too busy focusing to try to not make a sound by biting your lip, you hear sentences being scattered around from the boys.
“i don’t know, man.”
“this game sucks!”
“is your camera working yet?”
“no, sorry!”
little do they know, here you are, fucking yourself on your boyfriend’s dick like a bitch in heat.
you nuzzle your head in his neck and kiss a spot before biting down to stifle your pathetic sounds. chris hisses at the sudden contact and misses a kill, the other person killing him instead, costing them to lose.
“for fuck sake. chris, are you sure you’re okay?” matt asks in annoyance.
the tip of his cock brushes against your g-spot unexpectedly, forcing a whine out of you. “actually.” chris starts. “i don’t feel good, to be honest. i might log off for tonight.”
he quickly ends the discord call and shuts down his computer, stopping your movements. you look at him with glassy eyes, a frown portraying your face. he runs a finger up your spine before gripping onto your hair and yanking it, making you whimper. “first, you ruin my pants.”
he thrusts himself up into you, taking you by surprise with a gasp.
“then, you tease me.”
another thrust.
“now, you can’t follow simple fucking instructions.”
again.
a broken moan comes out of you, chris slapping your ass. “need me to fuck you so bad you can’t even wait two hours. instead, you get off by fucking yourself on my dick like your life depends on it. so pathetic.”
you whine of embarrassment, yet you don’t want this to stop.
“please.” you breathe out. “i’m sorry. please fuck me.”
with that, chris grabs your thigh with his free hand and starts plunging into you from below. his grip is still tight on your hair. you let out breathy moans left and right since each thrust takes the air out of your lungs. your eyes start prickling with tears from all of the built-up pleasure. “oh my— fucking— jesus— god.”
chris chuckles at your failed attempt to form a sentence. your moans transition into high-pitched squeals when he hits the angle that makes a knot form in your stomach. he releases his grip from your hair and moves it to your jaw, his hand that was on your thigh coming up to your mouth. he shoves in his middle and ring finger for you to suck on.
god, this felt good, and boy was it hot.
drool starts dribbling down your chin as you moan around his fingers and your eyes roll back. chris twitches inside you causing him to groan and take out his fingers, but your mouth still hangs open as unholy sounds come out of it. he releases your jaw and cups your ass with both hands.
“holy shit.” you whine. “i’m gonna cum.”
“let go, y/n. fuck you’re doing so good for me.”
because you certainly don’t have to be told twice, your whole body trembles and you fall forward. your hands cup the sides of his neck.
“i love you.” you moan into his neck as he continues thrusting to get to his release. “i love you so fucking much— jesus god.” you cry out when you feel chris filling you up.
he thrusts a few more times into your trembling body to get down from his high.
“look at me.” he says softly, bringing your head up to make eye contact. he smiles and kisses your lips. “i love you too, ma.”
when you come back to your senses you lift yourself off of him and stumble to his bed to sit down. chris pulls up his boxers and checks his phone that’s been blowing up on the desk in front of him.
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meerkatzthings · 27 days
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a lot of the writers on here describe things very well it’s js sometimes my brain doesn’t work good 😞🙏🏽
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sturncrazy · 4 months
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New Camera 🔥
Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)
warnings: SMUUUUUTTT NSFW 18+ (umm lots. use of camera/recording, dom matt, degrading, slapping, language, daddy kink, slight choking, unprotected, creampie, j very rough)
authors note: so this won the vote for which y’all wanted first! ask and u shall receive! this one is FILTHY AND KINKY so if that’s not ur vibe, uve been warned…also side note, i feel like this goes without saying but, i write mostly unprotected… guys pls don’t actually do that. wrap it before u tap it🫶 ok luv u!! enjoy!!
summary: your boyfriend matt gets a new camera before going on tour and decides to experiment with it on you…
word count: 2,270 w
~you look good on camera baby let’s go make a film~
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your phone buzzed on your desk.
“be over in 10 babe ❤️” read a message from matt. you went back to fixing your makeup in the mirror, wanting to look your best for your boyfriends last night home. Matt was about to leave to go on tour tomorrow and it would be a month and a half before you got to see him again. even though you were excited for him, you wanted to make sure it was extra hard for him to leave you. after swiping on some lip gloss, you rummaged through your closet and landed on a thin white tank and flannel shorts. comfy, but still cute and showed just the right amount of skin to hopefully get his attention. your doorbell rang and you ran to answer it.
“hi, beautiful” matt said, pulling you in for a kiss.
“hi” you said smiling at him, the chill from outside hitting your mostly bare skin. he closed the door and walked in. his eyes gave you a once over as he took off his coat.
“you look hot” he smirked
“oh yeah?” you replied coyly, turning to head back down the hall.
“yeah. some shorts” he chuckled out, blatantly checking out your ass.
“what these?” you teased, bending over slightly
“don’t start with me, y/n” matt came up behind you and slapped your ass, playfully but hard. the two of you walked to your room and you flopped on your bed, reaching for the remote to your tv. matt followed and unzipped his backpack, rummaging through it and pulling out a box.
“whatcha got there?”
“bought a new vlog camera for tour!” he answered, excitedly
“wanna see?” he sat down next to you, showing off the new device.
“oooo fancy” you knew nothing about cameras, but pretended to be impressed since matt was so enthusiastic. his fingers whizzed around the buttons.
“it’s got awesome quality and it’s so easy to use” he continued, the machine chirped as he hit the red button and pointed it at your face.
“matttt” you whined, covering your face with your hands.
“what are you being camera shy?” he snickered, standing above you continuing to point the lens at you.
“cmon show me that gorgeous face of yours baby” you huffed, dramatically and lowered your hands looking up at him.
“that’s my pretty girl” he cooed, making a smile toy at the corners of your mouth. you could never say no to him. his eyes flicked over you behind the camera and you tried to read what he was thinking. he licked his lips and backed up, silently, getting a wider view of you in frame. you stayed put on the bed.
“take your top off” he stated, flatly.
“matt-what—?” you nervously laughed out
“did i say it was a question? take your top off” something about the harshness of his tone was so out of character it made your heart race. you reached for the hem of your tank and began to lift it.
“damn, baby” matt growled out, lowering the camera to capture your exposed tits. you breathed heavily, unable to bring yourself to move from your perched position on the edge of your bed. your eyes followed as his hands lowered the camera even further to where you had your hands in your lap.
“now your shorts”
“but—matt—im not wearing any underwear” you stuttered.
“and?”
“well you’re filming i mean i—“
“if you’re gonna be a little slut and not wear your panties then i get to treat you like a little slut. strip.” he interrupted, gruffly. you couldn’t help but notice how insanely hot he sounded being so demanding, and hoped he wouldn’t be able to see your already obvious wetness. you reached for your waistband, standing, never taking your eyes off him as you began to lower your shorts to the floor. you stepped out of them and kicked them aside. nervousness spread goosebumps across your skin as you became aware of how completely exposed you were to matt and his camera. this was unlike anything you’d ever done before.
“good girl” matt praised, dryly.
“you wanna give me a better view of that pretty little ass of yours and bend over the bed for me?” you felt as vulnerable to matt’s commands as the machine in his hands. you slowly turned half way and rested your hands on your bed, lifting your ass into better view for him.
“fuck” he exhaled. you could feel him move closer behind you. he brought a hand sharply down against your flesh. you whimpered.
“so sexy” he growled.
“got me so hard just looking at you baby” you turned your head back to look at him. he laughed, sinisterly.
“what? you wanna see what you’re doing to me, slut? huh?”
you nodded, dumbly. he snickered again.
“course you do. get on your knees for me.” he demanded. you followed every order like a well trained dog. you settled down by his feet and looked back up at him, as he readjusted the lens again.
“mmmm you look so perfect from this angle, babygirl” he praised stroking your face gently, before slapping his hand against your cheek just enough to sting a bit. your jaw dropped slightly in surprise, which matt took as an opportunity to slid his thumb into your mouth. you sucked at his digit and he groaned, watching you before sliding it back out of your mouth creating a popping sound.
“take off my pants” he commanded. you eagerly fumbled with his belt and zipper, hooking your fingers around the waste and and pulling slowly. his already rock hard dick sprung out and slapped his t shirt. your mouth almost watered in desperation at the sight of his veiny, practically throbbing, member.
“open your mouth, baby” he exhaled. you looked up into the camera, doe eyed and parted your lips with your tongue out slightly. he pumped himself with his free hand, the tip of his dick just grazing your lips and tongue and then began to slowly insert himself into your warm wet mouth. he ran his hand down your head, petting your hair, soothingly, as you took him all the way down the back of your throat. fighting the urge to gag at his size.
“such a good girl” matt groaned. his pets reached the base of your skull, then latched harshly into your hair. his grip was tight, as he began to thrust into your mouth. you felt tears form at the corner of your eyes as he forcefully fucked your throat. matt let his grasp on your hair go and slid himself out of your mouth. he grabbed your jaw and forced you to turn your messy face to him, getting a clear shot of the streaks of tears on your cheeks and spit running down your chin.
“get on your hands and knees. i need to feel that pretty little pussy of yours” he huffed, patting your face again. you scrambled to the bed, desperate to feel him fill you up. you’d never felt so much heat screaming from between your legs in your life. you arched your back, letting matt have perfect access to your dripping folds. matt dragged a finger down them, teasing you and eliciting a loud whine from your lips.
“soaking for me already huh, slut?” he mocked. all you could do in response was whimper.
“so pathetic for me” he taunted, pressing two fingers against your entrance.
“matt—please—“ you breathed out in agony
“camera can’t hear you, baby. be a good little slut and beg louder for me.”
“Matt—fuck—-please—i need your dick now—“ you cried out, the need for contact almost eating away at your brain. you screamed as matt rammed into you, entirely, and without warning. the unprepared sensation of stretch caused a pleasurable pain to radiant through you. he groaned, finally feeling your wet pussy around his torturously hard dick. he began to relentlessly pound into you from behind, filling the room with deafening slapping sounds intermixed with your screams and his grunts.
“MATT—“ you cried out, overwhelmed by his intensity, collapsing your face into the pillows beneath you.
“what? ” he wrapped his free hand around a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back up.
“don’t act like you can’t handle my cock now, slut.” he snarled, not letting up on his unwavering rhythm in and out of your core. he slapped your ass again.
“understand?”
“yes matt” you wheezed. he slapped your ass again.
“yes, who?”
“fuckk—yes, daddy” you sobbed out
“good girl” his thrusts hit your g spot each time, making your legs shake and stars form against your tightly squeezed eyelids.
“you wanna show me how much you love my cock, princess?”
“yes, daddy” you hardly could think straight
“bounce that perfect ass on my cock, baby” he said, slowing his thrusts. you obeyed and began to rock your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on his dick.
“good girl. doing such a good job” he sang out, one hand gripping your flesh while the other captured your movement on film. you whimpered again, your hips stuttering.
“you tired, princess?” you nodded and let out another pathetic sound.
“need daddy to take over again?”
“yes—oh fuck—please daddy-“ you managed to mumble out. Matt pulled out of you abruptly, causing you to whine at the loss. you couldn’t move anymore, but the last thing you wanted was for him to stop fucking you. he slapped your ass again
“turn over” he growled
“i wanna see your pretty face when i cum in your pussy” you felt like you could cum from his filthy requests alone. you’d barely even landed on you back before matt slammed back into your throbbing entrance. he struggled to keep his balance momentarily, too desperate to feel you around him again. he kept one hand supporting himself upright and the other still holding the camera, pointed at you as his picked back up his steady thrusts.
“so perfect—look ss-so good—with my cock stuffed inside your little pussy” he huffed out between thrusts
“OH—fuck—yes—your cock feels so good, daddy” you moaned out, helplessly. your eyes rolling back into your head. matt’s free hand wrapped around your throat, constricting your breathing perfectly.
“watch me while i fuck you, slut” he growled.
“yes, daddy” you wheezed out against his tight grip. he removed his hand and you gasped for air. within moments of his dick pounding perfectly back against your sweet spot, you felt your orgasm begin to crest.
“FUCK—IM—“ you panted.
“that’s it—good girl—cum all over daddy’s cock” he ordered. your walls clenched and throbbed around him uncontrollably, causing him to let out a string of curse words. you felt his dick begin to twitch deep inside you.
“ohh-hh-fuck—shit” he stuttered out, his thrusts becoming wilder and less expertise.
“mmm—close—“ he groaned, his jaw dropping slightly.
“mmmm fuck yeah cum inside me, daddy” you whined out, your high still settling.
“shit yeah baby? you want me to fill your little pussy?”
your brows knotted and your nodded your head desperately.
“fuck i’ll fill you up—so full of cum—baby you’ll look—-so perfect—spilling out of you” he huffed
“OH FUCK FUCK BABY IM GONNA CUM” he cried out as his whole body shook. he thrust deep into you one last time, halting as his cock spasmed against your walls. releasing a multitude of spurts of his hot white load. once matt seemed to regain his senses, he clicked the red button again—ending his taping. he pulled out of you slowly, making your legs shake. he glanced down at your trembling sensitive entrance leaking his release in pulses and bit his lip in a satisfied smirk, snapping one last photo of the mess he’d made of you.
“MATT!” you laughed out in embarrassment, shutting your legs and rolling onto your side.
“sorry…i had to. too hot not save” he said, smiling and flopping down next to you.
“are you okay? was that too much?” he asked, pushing your hair out of your face.
“no way. i loved that”
“you swear i wasn’t too rough with you?” he said with worry. you shook your head vigorously
“not at ALL! that was HOT” you replied through a smile. he fought a grin, biting his lip clearly extremely pleased at your enthusiasm.
“so can i ask what inspired the camera?” you questioned.
“well, now on tour i can reminisce what it’s like to fuck my crazy hot girlfriend” he smiled at the ceiling.
“hey!” you slapped his chest playfully “you know you can always facetime me and we cannnnn” you dragged your words out, looking off into the distance above his face in teasing suggestion.
“oh don’t you worry, we’ll have phone sex all the time. this is just for when you can’t call me and i need to…y’know” he glanced down at his crotch.
“jesus, how many times are you planning on jerking off” you teased
“twice a day. minimum.” he matter of factly stated, grinning again.
“MATTHEW!” you scoffed out in shock
“What? not my fault you’re so sexy” he laughed, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips.
“yeah yeah whatever. just NEVER show that to anyone”
“are you kidding me? you think i’d ever let anyone else get a look at you like that? nhhuhh nope.” he shook his head dramatically
“only i get to see how perfect you look getting your brains fucked out” he leaned in, kissing you playfully again. you giggled, feeling a slight blush.
“i love you, you freak” you said against his lips.
“i love you more, baby”
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ok y’all were on to something with wanting this one cause WHY DO I LOVE IT?? rly hope everyone likes it ahhh 🫶🫶
also guys imagine matt accidentally posting the wrong video and posts ur tape instead of a car video?? HAHA
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cindylcuwho · 4 months
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“ snaps from nick but matt likes you ★ “
★ ) madds note ; these made me giggle i might do more- creds to whoever started this (the snap trend, the from nick is my idea), i’ve seen so many and i love them
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strawberrysturniolo · 3 months
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req- sloppy sleepy sex with chris after a day of filming/working
night routine // chris sturniolo
summary: you and chris say goodnight with some soft sex after a long day. soft!dom chris, praise, face riding, sleepy sex, overstimulation, cockwarming
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I wasn’t surprised to be woken up at 3 am. Chris’ efforts of trying to come into his room quietly are always there, but they’re never successful.
After another long day of work, closing it out with a car video filmed in the middle of the night. My eyes adjust to the darkness, allowing me to watch him pull his shirt off from over his head and toss it to the floor, pulling his sweatpants off next before heading into the bathroom.
He doesn’t say a word to me until after he’s back from the shower, his hair dripping small beads of water as he leans over me and presses a kiss to my forehead before getting situated under the covers of his bed.
“Goodnight, baby,” he whispers, trying to keep his voice down to refrain from waking me up.
“I’m up,” I mumble, shifting a bit to lay my head on his chest.
His arms engulf me the second I move. “Hey, you. What time did you go to sleep?”
“Mmm,” I hum, trying to remember the last time I saw on my phone before my eyes gave out. “I think midnight.”
“Right after I left then,” he adds.
I nod against him. “How’d filming go?”
“Good. Probably one of my favorites now.”
I find any strength gained in my three hour slumber to pull my weight across the bed. I straddle my boyfriends waist, earning a quiet groan of approval from him.
“I’m exhausted, baby,” he tells me, although his hands lifting up my shirt say otherwise.
His fingers dance across my chest, planting themselves on my boobs. He pinches my nipples lightly, before lifting my shirt up entirely and replacing his fingers with his mouth. He places wet kisses all over my chest, sucking lightly at my most sensitive spot.
My hips rock against him without any sense of self control. In mere seconds, he’s hard beneath me.
“There you go, baby,” he nods. “You’re so worked up for me, huh? Just couldn’t wait for me to get home and touch you?”
“Uh huh,” I cry out, the ache inside of me growing.
“Lemme take care of you,” he says, holding my hips and rubbing me against him for a few more seconds. He then lifts me off of him, laying me back next to him.
He massages my ass with one hand as he uses the other to remove my underwear, the only thing keeping us apart. I hear the fabric of his underwear as he pulls it off his body, his dick pressing against me from behind.
With soft kisses pressed to my shoulder, he shifts his hips towards me, positioning his dick at my entrance before pushing himself into me slowly, moaning lowly as half of his length finds its way inside of me.
“Fuck, you were made for me,” he mumbles as he places his lips to the side of my neck, sucking the skin below my ear as his thrusts create a steady pace.
A few strokes later, he hits the spot he’s grown incredibly familiar with. I cant control the moan that leaves my throat as my hand flies out in front of my to grab onto the sheets.
“Ohhh, there it is,” he coos, wrapping a hand around my waist as he fucks into me. There’s something so innocent about this as we lay here in a spooning position, yet he’s burying himself into me, messy thrusts filling me completely.
“Fuck, Chris. I can’t- I’m gonna cum.”
He pulls out of me quickly, grabbing my shoulder and yanking me backwards so I turn back around, facing him again. “Take me in your mouth. Saves us the mess. I’ll do the same to you, just try to hold on for me.”
I nod, shuffling down the bed to his dick, where he releases his cum instantly when my tongue touches his tip. He gasps softly, panting heavily as he rides out his orgasm.
As soon as he catches his breath, he shifts me again, this time positioning me on top of his face as he lays down at the head of the bed. Before I know it, his lips are latched around my clit, holding my hips and moving me against his mouth.
I grip the headboard as I cum on his face, watching his eyes roll back as he gains his own sense of pleasure from watching me get off above him.
Once I feel like I’m going to crumble, I try to lift myself off Chris. He lets me up a few inches before hooking his arms under my thighs, letting himself bask in the view.
He smiles to himself before he presses soft kisses to my overstimulated clit. I wince at the touch, earning a cocky smirk in response.
“Too much?”
I nod breathlessly.
“Poor baby,” he pouts before pulling me down to lay beside him. “Kiss?” he asks, puckering his lips. I press a soft kiss to his lips. “You taste so good, don’t you?”
I blush at him, but luckily it’s too dark for him to see.
“Now you can see why I’m so obsessed with you,” he adds before pulling me into him.
Minutes pass and my eyes gain a weight, forcing them shut as my exhaustion kicks in. I’m almost asleep when Chris asks, “Can we try something?”
“Hmm?” I hum, too tired to speak.
“Um,” he searches for the right words. “Do you think… maybe… you could cockwarm me?”
I know what this is, but it’s something we’ve never talked about. I didn’t even know Chris had an interest in it.
“I mean,” I start, “Why not?
Chris presses a kiss to my cheek before lining himself up to me again, this time half hard. Something I’ll always appreciate is him kissing my cheek before we try something new. It’s so comforting to add something so innocent before we expand our sexual horizons.
He pushes himself into me again, exhaling a breath he had been holding in. “Fuck, this is so good.”
I let myself adjust to him before scooting closer so my ass is pressed to his pelvis. He wraps a hand around me, holding me so he can’t remove himself.
“If I start fucking you in the middle of the night… just slap me or something,” he jokes. I let out a laugh before turning over my shoulder to kiss him goodnight.
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mattitties · 4 months
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these pics are all him admiring you when you ramble and he completely zones out
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“babe are you even listening?”
“huh? oh, yes, i am! you said something about… um… yeah i wasn’t listening. you’re just so pretty baby!”
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astrolynnworld · 4 months
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chris & matt porn links 2
*nsfw*
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chris:
- jerk off
- rough sex
- soft
- oral
- choking
- riding
- ghostface
- aggressive
- hair pulling
- just the tip
- tag team
- tied up
- mirror mirror
- sucking
- bdsm
- sloppy
- bonus
- bonus
- bonus
matt:
- pussy drunk
- cum for you
- tag team
- breeding
- reflection
- dominate
- car sex
- titty fuck
- bondage or (bondage 😘)
- mask kink
- quickie
- messy
- kitchen sex
- car cunnilingus
- grinding
- raw
- bonus
- bonus
- bonus
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rootbeerworshiper · 1 month
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anti-social
matt sturniolo x fem!reader
summery: what matt was really doing instead of attending tara yummys party
warnings: smut!!! um car sex, p in v, thigh riding, dom!matt, not proofread
a/n: kinda ditched u guys for a week hopefully this makes up for it ily
love, sienna <3
parties were not your scene in any capacity.
it’s not like you’re overly introverted, but the pure chaos that comes with parties was never something that spoke to you—and oh my god getting hit on by a bunch of gross men added to your discernment towards the large, alcohol fuelled events.
this all being said, you’re also an influencer in LA and that comes with a territory that was unfamiliar to you when you first moved to the sunny state.
it’s difficult to get your name out there in a space filled with people just like you, people hungry for any form of relevance they can gather from their peers.
for whatever reason, influencer parties were a way to get yourself out there, creating more opportunity for youtube collaborations and just overall friendships.
real friends aren’t easy to come by out here, too many people becoming easily blinded by an amount of recognition and it’s easy to become fake—especially when you see friendships as transactional.
this was your least favourite part of LA, the part that was more different than anything else you’d experienced back home.
regardless of all the cons you could continue to list for LA parties, they were needed and encouraged by your manager, so you went, more often than you’d like to.
like tonight.
a few weeks ago one of your friends in the space, Tara, invited you to her one million celebration along with her birthday party and it’s not something you could pass up, so you RSVP’d instantly.
you first interacted with the girl when a few of your fans began telling you how funny of a duo you two would be together, and she dm’d you not long after.
she was real. amongst all the fake in this city she was very much herself, and she took you under her wing as you navigated this new lifestyle which you were eternally grateful for.
the one thing you did opt out of was going in the party bus to the party, if you were going to have a fun night you needed peace and calm right before you entered the chaotic headspace.
it takes a while for you to get ready, spending special time on your makeup and hair in order to present yourself properly—plus, it’s a tara yummy party, you sort’ve have to go all out.
you finish getting completely ready, giving yourself a moment to look in the mirror— it’s safe to say you feel stupid.
sporting a small dark red lace camisole and a black leather mini skirt along with chunky black boots that cut off just below your knee is completely out of character for you but that’s not necessarily a bad thing for a night like tonight.
if you stand here too long hyper analyzing the whole outfit you’ll inevitably change into something more you, so you’re quick to throw on an oversized leather jacket and head out of your apartment.
the uber ride is short lived because of the surprising lack of traffic littering the well lit streets.
soon enough you were at the venue, the loud music pouring through the small spaces in the door frame. you sigh, taking in one last moment of silence before opening the door and engulfing yourself in the complete chaos of a tara yummy party.
if the sound wasn’t overwhelming enough, the bright lights flashing throughout the space took the cake for what caused you the most grief.
it was a conscious decision to come pretty late, the later you come the less people are gonna ask why you’re not drinking, most of them distracted by the alcohol that pools in their kale-filled stomachs.
as you walk in you look around for familiar faces but struggle to see anyone you actually know, opting to grab a soda and lean against a random wall—people watching was a skill that definitely came easy to you.
drunk people were annoying to an extent, sure, but part of you envied the care free nature of it all, and as long as they weren’t pressuring you to take shots you actually preferred it to completely sober interactions.
its hard to hear anything in this environment, screams and music fully encapsulating your body, but soon enough you hear a mumble to your left.
you immediately turn your head, detaching the drink from your lips to look at the figure who’s standing next to you.
you’re sure you’ve seen him before, but the lack of proper lighting or a name to the face leaves you lost for a real identity.
“sorry what did you say?” you yell over the music, leaning in slightly to the boy next to you, your ears now focused on whatever words may leave his mouth.
he leans in too. “is that a rootbeer?” he inquires and a smile forms on your face.
part of you was worried his only plan was to hit on you, or make fun of you for something out of your control, but the innocence of the question was endearing. “it is, it’s my favourite drink ever, i could have so many and never get sick of it”
he smiles, sipping on his drink that looks all too familiar. “mine too. how do you know tara?” he yells again.
“i met her a few months ago for a collab and we just sorta clicked, im not too good at the whole influencer thing” you laugh a little to yourself at your self deprecating humour. “what about you? you look familiar”
“i only met her a few days ago, me and my brothers do youtube and everyone wanted a collab so we’ve just been hanging out” he replies, fingernails making their way in between his lips.
“oh fun! i’m y/n by the way” you reach your hand out to shake his.
it’s hard to ignore the tension that forms from a simple handshake. “Matt” he says simply, introducing himself.
you’re hands linger for a moment longer before you remind yourself to pull away from his grasp.
his eyes take a moment to dart down at your silhouette taking in the sight of you as your own gaze focuses on your surroundings, completely oblivious to the way Matt’s licking his lips—he can’t think about anything else but you.
the random girl he saw standing alone at a party filled with annoying people holding up camera, holding his favourite drink. “so are you from here?” he says, breaking open the tension.
you let out a small sigh of relief, it was always easier for you to talk to people that carried the conversation, especially when they look as good as he does. “no i just moved here a little less than a year ago?” you question momentarily to yourself. “i’m from Boston”
his eyes widen at your statement. “no way, me too” he smiles, running his ring covered hand through his hair.
it’s impossible not to stare at least a little bit, his fingers could genuinely put you in a trance—how good you’re sure he is with them, how much of your throat they could cover-
you can’t get ahead of yourself, these are thoughts you need to keep in the comfort of your own home.
“do you wanna give me your number? maybe we could continue this conversation when we can actually hear each other?” you ask, a sudden boldness coursing through your veins.
“sure id like that” he reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone, but before he can even hand it to you a familiar hand is dragging you into the crowd.
“you need to loosen up y/n its a tara yummy party cmonnnn” tara groans, fully encapsulating you in dancing bodies before you can even look back at Matt.
you shake it off, forgetting about the cute boy and refocusing on not looking like an idiot in front of so many people.
dancing is definitely a lot easier when you realize no one cares what you’re doing, and when you like the song that’s playing.
so you let loose as tara suggested, arms swaying in the air while you grin looking at your friend, your hands taking turns groping your sides as your hips move to the rhythm of the music.
for once you feel confident, hot even.
not a care in the world because it’s just you—and the brunette boy who’s leaned against a wall with his arms crossed, entranced in your dancing without your knowledge.
you’re actually having fun, singing along to numerous songs on the dance floor alongside influencers who are all wasted out of their minds.
for a moment, through the loud music and the abundance of shining lights you feel a hand place itself on your lower back with a sense of firmness that made you shutter.
before you can even fully turn around, you establish that it’s Matt’s hand based on the way he leans into your neck, speaking in your ear. “back doors in 5” he walks away, his fingers lingering on your bare back longer than you knew what to do with.
what changed?
Matt was a cute nervous guy who loves rootbeer and now he’s whispering your ears and turning you on without even looking at you.
you watch him walk away, joining the mess of a crowd and getting completely lost out of your sight.
5 minutes.
you just have to act completely normal for five more minutes and then your casually meeting up with some guy you just met.
this kinda thing usually fills your stomach with anxiety and fear of the unknown, but right now? you’re more excited than you’ve ever been.
thoughts of Matt flooded your brain and soon enough the five minutes were up, it’s safe to say you walked through the crowd a little faster than normal, eager to see what the boy had in store.
after what feels like forever you get to the back door, the brunette no where to be seen.
you feel like an idiot, getting your hopes up for some youtuber who probably just had fun messing with your innocence, toying with it like a fucking slinky.
after what you consider to be a desperate amount of waiting at the door you give up, the last thing you are is a lost puppy awaiting its owner’s arrival.
you let out a small sigh of disappointment, trying to ignore the lump in your throat that forms as you make your way back into the crowd.
before you get far, you bump into someone who’s practically running through the open space cluttered with people dancing, a light sting entering your shoulder. “what the fuck is your problem?” you say, a little more pissed off after you got stranded.
this is until you make eye contact with the body you collided with, a familiar set of blue eyes looking down at you. “i’m sorry i was coming i swear but Chris needed me for something and-“
“you’re okay, i just thought you left me” you smile grabbing his shoulders to stabilize his rapid thoughts that are clearly over taking him.
he lets out a breath of air, smiling back at you but still licking his lips with a sense of hunger that made you melt beneath his gaze.
“let’s go, yeah?” he places his hand in your own and begins to lead you out of the venue. in all actuality you shouldn’t be leaving with him, but he’s hot and he’s kind and the way his voice puts you in a trance has you needing him in ways unfathomable.
it’s a short walk to outside but you immediately feel better with the fresh air entering your lungs, your chest expanding the moment you leave the sweaty party space.
Matt seemed to feel the same relief, you can also see him a lot better now, the street lights illuminating his face making you realize just how attractive he is.
you weren’t even entirely sure what his plans were, but being anywhere but that party was all you needed. “i hate parties so much” you say, beginning to walk along the sidewalk, most likely walking to his car parked somewhere on the street.
“me too, my brothers are always convincing me to go to them but it’s actually my worst nightmare” he replies, hands placed in his pockets as you walk.
“how many brothers do you have?” you ask.
he smiles, as if the mere thought of his family was enough to bring him joy. “i have three but i’m a triplet actually”
“no way!” you grab ahold of his shoulder, an excited habit of yours that you haven’t been able to kick. “that’s so fun i wish”
he presses the key fob latched onto his jeans by a clip and you see an suv unlock ahead of you as you walk, its lights brightening up the space around the vehicle.
you open the door to the passenger seat, the boy walking around to enter the driver seat. “do you have anywhere you wanna go?” he asks, looking at you as you buckle your seat belt.
“anywheres fine with me i just could not be at that party any more” you reply, now fully situated and earning a nod from Matt.
it’s tight street parking and it definitely will not be easy for him to pull out, but he turns on music, mac miller now playing softly through the speaker as he reaches his arm back behind your seat to back out.
you try to focus on anything else, but the way his hand grips the gear causing his veins to become more defined has you shifting in your seat, subconsciously trying to relieve the tension forming between your legs. “i like your rings” you say shyly, failing to mention the ways you want to feel the cold metal inside of you.
“yeah?” what you don’t know is the way his pants are straining from the sight of your plush thighs squeezing together on his leather seats, how badly he wants to be in between them. “i like em too”
you cough, trying to mask the way his words made you feel. “how come you don’t like parties?”
he checks over his shoulder, changing lanes before turning into a park parking lot. “i’m a little anti social when it comes to that kinda stuff”
“just social with me then?” you ask, hoping to keep this conversation going in the right direction.
he scoffs with a smile on his face, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning back into his seat, spreading his legs slightly as he makes himself comfortable. “yeah just you”
it’s silent for a second, you let different responses to matt’s words linger in your head before finally speaking, your own seat belt now unbuckled as well. “what made me so approachable?” you lean into him slightly, placing your elbow on the centre console and holding your chin up by your hand.
he holds your eye contact, leaning in slightly closer. “well at first it was your smile” he lifts his hand to trace along your jaw, you immediately swallow the lump in your throat.
“then it was how you look in that skirt” his hand makes its way to your hair, fingers grazing your scalp as he mumbles.
“and then” he leans in now, lips aligned with your ear. “it was the way your hands traced over your own body, how desperately you wanted me to see you like that, how desperately i wanted those hands to be mine” his left hand grazes over your bare leg, lightly swaying it back and forth causing you to shiver.
he doesn’t break eye contact once. “Matt please” you beg, not specifying what it is that you need from him.
“what do you want?” his lips make contact with your neck, placing soft kisses along every sensitive spot. you bite your lip to drown out any pathetic whimpers that threaten to leave your mouth, the sensation of the neck kisses alone have you soaked.
you breath pretty heavily, focused on the way his cold rings threaten to make their way to your inner thighs as he speaks. “i want-“ his thumb places a teasing pressure to your clothed aching clit. “i want those hands to be yours”
“there you go, wasn’t so hard was it?” he teases, your legs spreading apart subconsciously, your core begging to be touched.
but he continues his slow movements, his mouth now working its way to your bare collarbone, your back arching into his delicate touch.
before his lips can make their way to you chest you stop him, your finger interfering with his actions, guiding his face up to yours. “kiss me please” you whisper, begging for a sense of intimacy and innocence.
he smiles, breaking his tough guy persona slightly as he leans in to meet his lips to yours. somehow, although you were strangers a mere hour ago, it feels comfortable.
the comfort switches to passion quickly, his hand squeezing your thigh as your tongue slides into his mouth.
it’s short lived before he’s leaning out of the kiss and moving his seat back in one motion, legs spread with room for you on top. he motions for you to come over but for whatever reason your mentally stuck in your seat, frozen in fear at the realization of what’s happening.
“don’t act all shy now baby c’mere” his hands place a light pressure to the sides of your hips guiding you over the console and onto his thigh.
you look down at him, smiling like a goof because you’re on top of a hot boy in a parking lot. “hi”
your arms find solitude on his shoulder to balance yourself, his hands still on your hips as his thigh bone has you weak on top of him.
he keeps one hand on your lower back, the other reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, fully taking in the sight above him. “you’re so beautiful”
your eyes widen at the sentence, taking compliments was never easy for you especially not in this setting. “okay stop” you push him slightly, breaking eye contact to avoid getting flustered.
he turns your chin forcing you to look at him again, leaning into your face. “you are beautiful” he kisses you before you can even deny it. his fingers are quick to toy with the hem of your small shirt, the same shirt that had his mouth watering earlier—the same shirt your delicate fingers ran over as you danced.
“lift” he mumbles, causing you to lift up your arms without a second thought, completely forgetting that you made the decision to not wear a bra tonight.
the look in his eyes is one of pure hunger, your chest displayed right in his eye-line, it takes everything in him to fight back a small moan from the sight alone.
he places a few more teasing kisses along your collarbone while his hands make small circles on your exposed chest. “are you gonna use me to get yourself off pretty girl?” he asks, now taking on hand to guide your hips, rocking them on his thigh with a smirk on his face.
you just nod, too embarrassed to say the words out loud and his mouth immediately makes contact with your left nipple, using the tip of his tongue to lap around the bud. without further hesitation you begin to grind your hips into his leg, his hands now pulling up your skirt lightly to allow more movement.
the consistent pressure of his upper thigh on your clothed clit has you hiding your face in the crook of his neck, not wanting him to see your face as it’s riddled with looks of pleasure.
his hand continues to guide your hips onto him, your fingers interlaced in his hair as let you out muffled moans into his neck. his lips can’t help but form a smirk as the pace of your hips increases, the pleasure building in your stomach at the continues sensation. “such a fucking slut for me, getting off on some strangers thigh” he mumbles, his hands grabbing your ass, squeezing it under the skirt.
you squeeze your legs around his thigh, body chasing more pressure as the pleasure continues to roll through your hips. at this point your a moaning mess, as embarrassed as you are you physically can’t hold back. “mmh fuck matt”
the whiny words leaving your mouth have an effect on his that he wasn’t expecting, his length only increasing at the sound of your noises. he shifts you up slightly, selfishly placing your clothed core on his own center, the buldge giving you something to grind on. “fuck just like that there you go”
he fights back his own moans, still using his hands to force you closer on to him, your pace going faster as a familiar throbbing in your clit signals your closeness. “i’m-“ you let out yet another moan. “close”
Matt lifts his hips slightly, his bulge hitting you exactly where you needed, your legs squeezing around him as you reach you high, his hands not stopping the motion once as your fingers pull on his hair. “okay okay” you sigh, out of breath and exhausted.
you kiss him again, it’s safe to say you’re addicted to it and he definitely does not mind, what he doesn’t expect though is your hand that cups his bulge mid kiss, causing his open to open slightly, unable to kiss you back at the sensation of your hand on him. “fuck don’t tease me baby”
you giggle slightly at how easily you were able to make him fold. “you gonna ride me or what?”
you don’t even answer, instead your lips find comfort in kissing his neck while his hands make their way back to your chest, your nipples completely hardened above him, his hot breath making you squirm under his closeness.
he takes his shirt off and you can’t help but stare for a moment, the vast amount of tattoos are a turn on you didn’t know applied to you. “stop staring and do something” he demands, causing you to unbutton his pants and slide the down slightly, just enough to spring his length free.
you waste no time spreading the pre cum on his tip causing him to shutter slightly. “cmon baby you know what to do”
deep down you know you could give in, you know you could immediately sink onto him and give him what he wants—but that’s no fun.
so instead you time your time, running his tip along your underwear so that you can still receive a small amount of pleasure from your teasing, licking a stripe along his jaw.
what you weren’t expecting was Matt’s hand interfering, sliding your underwear to the side and immediately inserting himself into your center, thrusting upwards without giving you a chance to adjust. “if you’re gonna act like a brat you’re gonna get fucked like one”
you can even mumble out a reply, the feeling of his length hitting your g-spot repeatedly at a speed you have yet to experience has you practically biting his shoulder, squeezing onto his sides as his pace doesn’t let once.
the sight of your tits bouncing up and down with every thrust is enough to make Matt crazy, and the combination of your moans, he could be here like this forever—but he can’t because the way you rolled your hips on his clothed dick already almost made him cum, and him inside of you? he won’t last.
you’re close too but still unable to speak coherent sentences, Matt’s hand sliding down in between your bodies to play with you clit while his thrusts continue.
you are fucked out of your mind to say the very least, eyes rolled back, toes circling, just gone.
lifting your head, you make eye contact with him, the sight of his face that’s currently lost in pleasure is enough to send you over the edge, his fingers still gliding along your puffy clit as he fills you up.
this time he’s the one leaning in for a kiss. “you’re amazing” he mumbles, fully encapsulating your lips with his own once more.
it’s peaceful like this for a moment, soft kisses being shared back and forth, music still playing through the speakers—this is until you hear a phone ring.
Matt’s getting a facetime call. “fuck” he mutters, reaching for his phone to see his brothers contact photo. “just be quiet please?” you nod, smiling slightly.
he answers the call for a quick moment, a camera on the other end pointing at his face temporarily. he simply assures his brothers that he’ll be back to pick them up and he hangs up as soon as possible. “sorry” he leans into your neck, kissing softly.
you just laugh in return. “it’s okay we did kinda ditch everyone”
“i’d do it again in a heart beat” he smiles into you, completely let go of his intense demeanour from earlier.
you trace small lines on his chest, his hands laying softly on your sides. “i still need your number” you mumble, biting your lip as you look at the boy.
“you think?” he teases, grabbing his phone and going to the phone app.
“fuck off Matt”
a/n: i cannot end fics for the life of me and im too lazy to proofread this! @luv4kozume respectfully it’s time for you to write❤️
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Thomas + Matthews team for the family crime drama ‘Mugshots’
The first issue of the miniseries arrives in May from Mad Cave Studios.
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Matthew Patel takes over the League
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vanteguccir · 2 months
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8 minutes of cute moments | Matt Sturniolo
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Matt Sturniolo x reader
Summary: Where a fan made an 8-minute video with a compilation of Matt and Y/N being in love.
Warning: None.
Requested?: Yes, by anons, @myfavoritesstuff, @dracoflaco and @ecliphttlunar
Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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8 minutes of cute moments between Matt Sturniolo and his girlfriend, Y/N.
1st minute - "Trying Japanese snacks with our parents!!!":
The triplets were recording a video where they tried different snacks from Japan, and their parents were participating of it as guests, just like Y/N - which was nothing new, since the girl made at least a small appearance in every video from the triplets channel.
The six of them were around one side of the kitchen table, and all the snacks that would be used in the video rested on it. Y/N stood next to Mary Lou with her head resting on her shoulder, while the woman's left arm wrapped around her waist affectionately.
Matt was explaining to the camera about the snack they were going to eat next, when the girl raised her head slightly, pointing with her left hand at the only glass of water on the table, which was in front of Mary Lou.
"It's yours, right? Can I have a sip, please?" The girl asked her mother-in-law, receiving a big smile and a nod in response.
"Of course, go ahead!"
Y/N smiled back, picking the glass and taking a generous sip. Before she could take another one, Chris suddenly interrupted her, cutting off Matt's sentence.
"Someone's invisalign is in that water." Chris pointed to the glass, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he saw his sister-in-law drinking the water from there.
Y/N stopped her hand holding the glass in the air, her eyes widening comically as her cheeks puffed out in embarrassment.
"What?" Her voice came out high-pitched, her eyes going from Chris to the glass repeatedly.
"Oh my God, babe, it was mine!" Matt pointed out, a laugh escaping his mouth, followed by Mary Lou, who curved her spine slightly as she laughed, trying to apologize.
"Ew, ew, ew." Y/N mumbled repeatedly, dropping the glass on the table with a loud clinck. She began her steps towards the sink, ready to give her mouth a thorough rinse.
Her steps were interrupted by Matt, who lightly pulled her into his arms, hugging her from behind. His arms wrapped around her waist as he rested his chin on her head, an amused look still in his eyes.
Y/N let out a groan, trying to free herself from Matt's arms, wanting to clean her mouth.
"No need for all that, baby. You've had worse in your mouth." Matt threw, his voice loud enough for everyone there to hear.
Nick let out a dramatic scream, covering his ears with his hands quickly, a look of fear taking over his features. Chris's eyes widened momentarily before laughter escaped his mouth, followed by Jimmy, who patted Matt's shoulder. Mary Lou raised her eyebrows at the couple, shaking her head playfully.
Y/N opened her mouth in surprise, her eyes widening as she stopped fighting against his hold. She felt her face burn with embarrassment, her mind still processing what her boyfriend had just blurted out in front of his parents, siblings, and camera.
"Matt!"
"I'm kidding, baby. I'm sorry." Matt said, his tone full of amusement, showing that he wasn't sorry at all for what he said.
The brunette lowered his face, resting his right cheek on Y/N's right shoulder with his face toward her neck, sealing her jaw repeatedly, exhaling the natural scent of her skin as he tightened his arms around her, throwing a playful wink towards the camera.
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2nd minute - Silent treatment:
The triplets and Y/N were at Target buying the drinks that the boys would use in the channel's next video. Nick had his vlog camera in hand, recording bits of their little trip, just like they used to do.
The four of them had decided to split up to optimize their time, as Y/N needed to get some things that had run out at their house. With that, Y/N and Matt went one way, while Nick and Chris went the other.
At some point, Y/N approached Chris and Nick with a giant pout on her lips and arms crossed, her heavy steps against the floor drawing their attention.
"Uh oh, what happened?" Nick asked upon noticing her upset expression, focusing the camera lens on her face while frowning in confusion.
"Matt is ignoring me." Her pout deepened, her eyes dropping to the floor momentarily. "I just wanted to get a Diet Coke, but he said we would get that later and that the focus now was on the video stuff." She explained in a defeated tone. "But I said I felt like it, and he told me to stay quiet and just do what you said, and then he started ignoring me and giving me the silent treatment-"
The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted her, her eyes quickly looking up to the source of it, seeing Matt approaching with a basket with 10 cans of assorted drinks, and at least 15 cans of Diet Coke.
Y/N's eyes filled with tears when she saw him and what he had picked, lowering her crossed arms and watching him with hopeful eyes.
"Matt! What did we talk about giving the silent treatment when you're mad?" Chris raised his eyebrows, resting his hands on his waist in a playfully confrontational gesture.
The brunette rolled his eyes, completely ignoring him and approaching his girlfriend.
"I'm sorry, babe. It was childish of me to ignore you. But look, I got you a bunch of Diet Coke." Matt asked, lifting the basket with the cans before looking into Y/N's eyes, frowning in concern when he saw them teary. "Oh no, don't cry, pretty girl. I'm sorry."
Matt's tone was desperate, his hands dropping the basket onto the floor before wrapping around Y/N, pulling her into a tight hug. He pressed her head against his chest, lowering his own and sealing her temple for long seconds, whispering "I love you" repeatedly, pressing several kisses to the same spot.
"Ugh, how can you two be so disgusting even when you're fighting?" Nick's voice sounded from behind the camera, the lens shaking as he suddenly turned around, leaving that aisle and pulling Chris with him.
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3rd minute - Y/N's birthday:
It was Y/N's birthday, and at her own request, the celebration was being something small, just a little thing with her closest friends, at her house - which she shared with the triplets, one of them being her beloved boyfriend -, without alcoholic drinks, but with several different snacks and sweets, as well as a pink cake, heart shaped and covered in glitter.
It was time to sing the happy birthday song and Nick quickly fished his phone out of the back pocket of his baggy jeans, opening the camera and setting it to record, wanting to keep the memory forever.
"Baby, can you stay by my side?" Y/N asked in a low tone, her eyes focused on her boyfriend, Matt, as she was already standing behind the table in their kitchen.
The cake was in the center with two pink candles filled with pearls in the shape of her new age on top, surrounded by sweets and snacks, as well as several drinks filled with edible glitter and dishes in different shades of pink.
Matt smiled at her request, his cheeks taking on a reddish color in shyness and love, walking over to his girlfriend and positioning himself next to her, his arm wrapping around her waist automatically.
"Wait, let me light it." The brunette interrupted Y/N's next movements, who was ready to light the candles.
Matt quickly did so before straightening up, nodding as he heard everyone start singing the "Happy birthday" song, while clapping and smiling at the couple.
The boy tightened his arm around Y/N, lowering his head so that his lips approached the side of her forehead, sealing her skin for a long time while humming the song along with everyone.
"Happy birthday, pretty girl."
It was Y/N's birthday, but it was Matt who was getting an amazing gift for the fifth year in a row.
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4th minute - Guess the triplets by zoom in pics:
The triplets were finishing the video where they had limited time rounds to guess who it was in the photos shown, just by a small part of their body or face.
"Before we finish, we want to do something different. We'll call Y/N so she can play a round alone. But the trick is: we'll tell her that these are random photos of the three of us, but actually, we'll just show photos of me." Matt explained in a low tone, his face closer to the camera so that the lens captured his words, an eager smile decorating his face.
While the brunette talked to the lens, Chris did the job of calling Y/N and explaining what she would have to do, taking her into the frame after Matt finished speaking.
Y/N smiled slightly at the camera, waving quickly before sitting down in one of the two chairs set up behind the table, keeping her arms on the wooden surface and looking at the triplets expectantly.
"Okay, Y/N, are you ready?" Nick began, scrolling his thumb through the separate photos in a folder in his phone's gallery, before clicking on one. He zoomed in on an almost unrecognizable area, turning the device towards Y/N, showing her the screen. "Who's-"
"Matt." Y/N interrupted Nick abruptly, slamming her hand on the table right after, momentarily forgetting that she needed to tap there before saying the answer.
Chris raised his eyebrows from behind the camera, approaching Nick and looking at the photo quickly over his right shoulder, before taking the device from his hand and searching for the next picture, looking for one that was just as difficult.
"Okay, you got it right, but that one was too easy. Let's see something different." Chris smiled sideways, covering the phone screen with his free hand so that no one but himself could see what he was doing.
Matt rolled his eyes, smirking as his eyes met Y/N's, watching her cheeks take on a red hue under his intense gaze.
A few seconds later, Chris finally chose the photo, zooming in on the area most unlikely to be recognized before doing the same process as Nick, showing it to Y/N.
The girl looked at it for a few milliseconds before slamming the same hand on the table.
"Matt. Again." She smiled smugly, lifting her chin in the air in pride.
Matt let out a loud laugh, clapping his hands momentarily, entering the camera frame, and walking up to his girlfriend's back.
He leaned forward slightly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and laying his head in the crook of her neck, before repeatedly kissing her cheek.
Y/N smiled in shyness at his loving gestures, feeling confused by the sudden actions.
"I said my girlfriend knew me as well as I knew myself." Matt spoke to his brothers behind the camera, smiling into the lens in excitement.
"Wait, was that a prank?"
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5th minute - "We bought the zoo for a day":
The triplets and Y/N were at the zoo for 24 hours, a way of thanking the fans of the Sturniolo Triplets channel for making them reach 6 million subscribers.
Y/N felt over the moon, having grown up with a huge passion for all types of animals, made her enthusiasm triple every time her eyes met a different animal, dangerous or not.
The four were in the zoo's tour car, accompanied by their guide, who stopped in front of certain groups of animals from time to time and briefly explained their species and main characteristics.
Nick and Chris, who were sitting in the seats behind the front ones, listened intently to the guide as they recorded themselves and their surroundings, often focusing the lens on the couple in the seats behind them, Y/N and Matt.
Matt nodded his head every few minutes, wanting to show the guide through the rearview mirror that he was listening to him and understanding his explanation, while his eyes fixed on each of the animals shown.
A huge smile decorated his face, accompanied by his pupils that seemed to shine bright. Y/N's right arm was around his waist, keeping him close.
Her hand caressed his covered skin lightly, gently squeezing it every time she felt him jump in place excitedly, or when he simply waved at the animals, whispering "hi" or "bye's".
God, how she loved him.
The camera, focused on Nick at the moment, captured the image of the two in the background, recording the cuteness of the couple, who seemed to be in candy land.
Y/N leaned into Matt's side from time to time, her pupils dilating as they ran over his excited, awe-like features. She sealed her lips over his cheeks and jaw every minute, whispering against his skin how much she loved him and adored seeing him that happy.
The girl also laid her head on Matt's right shoulder sometimes, squeezing her arm around him and pulling him closer - if that was even possible.
That only intensified Matt's happiness, who smiled so big that his eyes closed, shrugging his shoulders in shyness and enthusiasm.
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6th minute - Disgustingly cute:
Nick and Chris were in the living room as they spoke to the camera, explaining what they would do in that vlog, which would be posted next Wednesday.
Chris remembered that they had to call for Matt, commenting that the boy was still in his room and that they had been calling for him for over 20 minutes already.
Nick rolled his eyes, muttering something like "I don't know what I did to deserve this shit" in an ironic tone, walking quickly to Matt's bedroom door, turning the camera so that the lens captured the environment inside.
His free hand worked on turning the handle, pushing it quickly, hoping to give Matt a scare.
He just didn't expect to see Y/N still lying in bed - which left him confused, as he imagined that the girl would already be at the market, since there were some things that had run out on their house and she told him that she would get new ones while they were filming.
The girl was dressed in the clothes she would wear to go out, her makeup and hair done, and her face carrying a defeated expression. Meanwhile, Matt was lying on top of her, all of his weight against Y/N's body.
His face was buried in the crook of her neck, only the sight of curly brown hair apparent. His back rose and fell slowly, on the rhythm of his calm breath.
Matt's body was covered by the sweatshirt set he would be wearing for the video, and Nick quickly understood that they were ready for the day, Y/N about to leave, when Matt interrupted her for a lovey dovey session.
Y/N had her eyes closed and a smile resting on her face, seeming to dive into the moment. Her right hand was in Matt's hair, and her fingers threaded through his curls, massaging his scalp. While her left hand was on his back, traveling from his shoulders down to the small of his back, and back up again.
Every second, it was possible to see Matt moving his head slightly, and a sound of lips sealing against skin sounded throughout the room, making it clear that he was kissing Y/N's cheek or neck.
Whispers of "I love you" and sweet nothings were occasionally released from their lips.
"Matt, I'm going to fire you if you don't get up now and do your job." Nick's voice sounded like thunder between the four walls, scaring the couple.
Matt quickly sat down between Y/N's legs, turning towards the door with wide eyes, while Y/N opened her own eyes abruptly, her right hand flying to her chest, feeling her heart racing under her skin.
"You are crazy." Matt shook his head, moving to get up from the bed, casting a sad glance at Y/N, longing to return to her arms.
"And you guys are disgusting." Chris added, smiling roguishly, letting it know that it was a joke. "Y/N makes Matt a softie. She has him on a leash, I swear."
"Shut up, Chris."
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7th minute - Gamer boyfriend:
Y/N felt her shoulders heavy from the extremely busy day at work. All the tasks placed on her duty made her almost go completely insane, and all her body asked for was her bed and her boyfriend's arms.
So when she got home, the first thing she did was go up the stairs and enter her shared room with Matt, her movements almost robotic and automatic.
The sound of voices echoed low from one of the corners of the room, and Y/N quickly noticed that Matt was sitting in his gaming chair, his arms resting on the computer desk as he played one of his addictive games.
His eyes were fixed on his computer screen, his ears covered by the headphones from which the voices were coming from.
Y/N smiled slightly, feeling her heart warm by finally seeing her boyfriend. She quickly grabbed a set of the boy's sweatshirts and left the room, going to the bathroom, where she took a shower faster than usual - just wanting to be able to sleep as soon as possible - and got dressed.
As soon as the girl entered their bedroom again, she noticed Matt talking into the microphone of his headphones, and she quickly understood that he was streaming, probably with his brothers and on Twitch.
Y/N walked slowly towards her boyfriend, touching his right shoulder lightly, alerting him to her presence.
Without the two noticing, the chat went crazy from the moment the girl appeared in the frame. Miscellaneous comments about her or the two of them as a couple were sent so quickly that if Matt were watching them, he wouldn't be able to read any.
Matt lifted his head quickly, lowering the headphones so that it would hang around his neck, a big, bright smile appearing on his face as his pupils instantly dilated.
"Hi baby! I didn't notice you coming." The brunette's voice came out in a low tone, his eyes taking note of his girlfriend's tired expression and tense shoulders, his eyebrows almost automatically furrowing in concern.
"I arrived just now, I just came in to get some clothes so I could take a shower." Y/N whispered in response.
Matt smiled as he saw his own clothes covering his girl's body. The boy lifted his arms, encircling her waist and pulling her closer, sealing his lips lightly over her covered waist.
"Do you want to go to sleep?" The brunette asked, tilting his head back so he could see her face, ready to just turn off his streaming if she said yes.
"I do, but I want to be with you more." Y/N spoke, raising her right hand quickly, interrupting Matt before he could even consider stopping his streaming. "I don't want you to stop it... Can I just sit on your lap while you play?" Her tone was vulnerable, her tired eyes looking into Matt's expectantly.
"Of course, my love. Always." Matt quickly responded, nodding his head as he moved slightly away from the table with the help of the soles of his feet against the floor, opening his arms, waiting for his girlfriend to fit between them.
Y/N smiled in gratitude, positioning herself between his thighs before sitting on his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms hooking around his shoulders, getting comfortable.
She sealed her lips against his right cheek in a lingering kiss, stroking the soft skin with the tip of her nose, before laying her head in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily and finally closing her eyes.
Matt kissed the top of her head for some seconds, arranging his headphones against his own ears again, giving a shy smile to the camera.
His right hand traveled to the mouse, pressing play on the game again, while his left hand caressed Y/N's back, helping her get into dream land.
He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he watched the chat go as fast as he thought it be possible, keeping his focus on the game.
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8th minute - "Trying and guessing 21 different drinks":
The triplets were recording the video that would be posted that Wednesday, where they had to try 21 different drinks - some that they are used to drinking every day, others that they have never even tasted - and guess what which one was.
Y/N was participating in the video as a special guest. She had a feeling she would do poorly at the task, since she wasn't used to drinking anything other than Diet Coke.
Nick had decided to leave her for last, telling her to rearrange the positions of all the drinks in each of the boys' rounds.
Soon, it was her turn. She cast a quick glance at Matt, concern and nervousness present in her expressions. The brunette just returned it with a quick wink, waving his hand as if to say "you can go", waiting for her to leave the kitchen so he could rearrange the drinks.
Before calling her back, Matt surreptitiously took a photo of the position of the drinks, quickly putting away his phone, finally calling for his girlfriend.
Y/N returned to the kitchen with a tense smile, stopping in front of the table and behind the drinks, looking at the triplets, waiting for them to give the go-ahead.
Given the start, the girl bent down to take a sip of the first drink, her expression brightening and her eyes instantly widening as she tasted her favorite drink.
"Diet Coke!" She quickly said after rising from her slightly bent position, pulling out the paper with the image of the soda.
"Okay..." Chris muttered, nodding his head in confirmation. They knew she'd get that one right since her obsession with the drink was as strong as Chris's obsession with Pepsi.
The girl bent down again to take a sip of the second drink, momentarily catching her throat before she could swallow the liquid, the horrible taste flooding her mouth.
She stood up abruptly, swallowing the contents roughly, looking at the brothers with a frown, receiving laughter in response. The girl stopped in front of the images for a few seconds, internally analyzing which one it could be.
Her fingers worked on pushing away the images of the drinks she had already drank before and was sure that wasn't the horrible thing she had just drank, staring firmly at the ones that she didn't know.
When her finger went towards one of them, the image of Matt moving his arm around caught her attention. She looked up and saw her boyfriend behind his brothers, trying to get her attention.
Matt, realizing that she noticed him calling out to her, discreetly pointed to the right image with his free hand, his other hand occupied by his phone, which was displaying the photo he took of the correct order of the drinks minutes before.
Y/N smirked, dodging the path her hand was going, picking up the right image and placing it in front of the corresponding straw.
That cycle remained throughout the process. Chris and Nick were in shock, even thinking about the possibility that Y/N had some kind of superpower..
While Matt had a discreet smile on his face, biting his bottom lip to stop the laugh from escaping every time he saw his brothers reaction or the way his girlfriend smiled like a mad woman.
Upon finishing her round, the girl stood in front of the table with her arms crossed, a convinced expression taking over her features as she waited for Nick to confirm how many she got right, even though she already knew the result.
"Look, I don't know what kind of witchcraft you did, but you got everything right." Nick said, his face with an expression of annoyance.
An excited scream escaped Y/N's lips. She ran towards Matt, hugging him tightly while jumping in place.
Matt laughed at her reaction, pulling her closer, kissing the side of her head repeatedly, jumping with her.
"Ugh, I hate you guys."
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Quiz Show Interview: Montclair-ians Who Rock
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BY JORDAN MAINZER
When you haven’t played music for 25 years and get back into it, you take nothing for granted, from the voice memo feature on your smartphone to the ability to self-release music. That was certainly the case for Chris Matthews, the former Shudder To Think guitarist whose official last show with the post-hardcore greats was in 1992. Since then, he played a couple songs at a reunion show, but had mostly, for all intents and purposes, quit music. Fast-forward to the late 2010s, Matthews was living in Montclair, New Jersey, working as a professor at Montclair State. He had been added to Parents Who Rock, a database of Montclair-based parents who happened to play music, in any capacity, and received an email from another person in the organization, none other than Guided By Voices drummer--and former Shudder To Think member--Kevin March. They laughed at the connection and began jamming. Matthews asked his neighbor Frank Gibbons, who had played in bands in college, to join on bass. Quiz Show was born.
When in Shudder To Think, Matthews never sang or wrote vocal melodies, as that was Craig Wedren’s lane. He stuck to guitar parts. Originally, March was the lead singer of Quiz Show, but during a recording session with Montclair-based Ray Ketchem at his studio Magic Door, he found himself singing backing melodies, then asked by March and Ketchem to become the lead singer. Why the hell not? He hadn’t done much music-wise for 25 years. The first song that really clicked with Matthews as singer was “Pom Pom Boy”, his gentle vocal harmonies surfing on top of a disco-rock beat. When he realized that the band could self-release, Quiz Show started uploading songs as they were finished. The first was “Sound of Kissing”, though “Pom Pom Boy” was close to follow, as were the scratchy “Big Bank Theory”, post-hardcore callback “What If?”, slow-burner “Dime A Dozen”, and more.
Eventually, though, March became too busy with the ever-prolific GBV, and Gibbons backed out after COVID hit. But Matthews was having too much fun. March essentially handpicked drummer Joe Billy (also from School of Rock Montclair) to replace him, and Matthews realized that Jesse Krakow--yet another former Shudder To Think member--lived nearby. When Krakow came on board as the new bassist, the new lineup in a couple years recorded and released two EPs, Geographic and Stole the Sky, under Ketchum’s newly minted Magic Door Record Label. Then, in a roundabout way--fitting for the loose, ramshackle nature of how Quiz Show came to be--Ketchum suggested Quiz Show rerelease all of their old lineup recordings under the label, as their debut LP. After a couple hours of remastering, their self-titled debut full-length was born, finally out today.
Though Quiz Show are undoubtedly looking forward, because the band is essentially Matthews’ first lead project, the songs on Quiz Show jive with the spirit of the new lineup’s first two EPs, even when March sings, like on the subdued “Always Waiting”. Deftly journeying from chugging and wiry punk to power pop to dirges, the collection highlights Matthews’ masterful-as-ever guitar compositions and introduces him as an eternally emotive lyricist. 
A couple weeks ago, I spoke with Matthews over the phone about the history of Quiz Show, the new lineup, his newfound appreciation for writing lyrics, and the process of making the band’s look-back of a debut. Read our conversation below, edited for length and clarity.
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Since I Left You: Was it always the plan for Quiz Show’s debut album to be a collection of all its previously released singles?
Chris Matthews: No--when we started playing, we were putting things out on our own, because you can put it anywhere without a label. We were recording one or two songs at a time and releasing them as singles. It was exciting to put something out every three or four months. Along the way, the owner of Magic Door, where we record, Ray Ketchem, decided to start the Magic Door Record Label for bands that record there and want to release under his umbrella. He invited us to do that. We released two EPs under that label, and Ray said, “Now that we’re doing this, maybe we should rerelease everything on Magic Door and have everything under the one name.” In the beginning, we didn’t have an LP in mind because we were going song by song. It’s nice it’s lasted this long and we have enough music to put out an album.
SILY: Why did Frank and Kevin leave and Jesse and Joe come in?
CM: The band started with Kevin and me. Montclair is an interesting suburb. A lot of people in media and the arts end up here. I teach as a professor at Montclair State; I just happen to be a musician as well. Kevin lives in town, and we found each other through an organization called Parents Who Rock, which was organized by a woman who realized a lot of the musicians in town had been devoting a lot of their time to raising their kids and didn’t get a chance to play music. She put together events where people, low bar, could play together. Kevin found my name on there and reached out, asking, “Are you that Chris Matthews who was in Shudder To Think?” I wrote him back, “Are you the Kevin March who was in Shudder To Think?” [laughs] We figured it out and started playing music together. It kind of clicked. Kevin’s a super enthusiastic person. I told him, “I haven’t played music in 25 years. This is kind of fun, but I don’t really have the chance to do it.” He said, “That doesn’t matter. You have to come back into it and start writing songs again.” He liked what I had come up with, and we started to put a band together. Frank lives around the corner from me, and we know each other from the neighborhood. I said, “Do you want to try playing bass with us?” He said, “Sure!” He’d been out of music for longer than I had, and he was never really in music beyond college bands. We put that together.
Kevin is the drummer for Guided By Voices, who release a new record every 3 weeks. So he just got busy. He couldn’t commit to doing it. He’s also the general manager for the School of Rock Montclair. He’s got a full-time straight job, running that business, and then is in [GBV]. He didn’t have enough time. With the pandemic, things slowed down, and Frank backed out. At that point, I didn’t want to stop. I knew Joe from School of Rock. My older kid took classes there. Kevin recommended Joe take over for him as the drummer in the band. In a roundabout way, Jesse, who also played with Shudder To Think on tours, ended up living nearby. When I reached out to him, he said, “Hell yeah, I’d love to play!” So that’s who we are now: Joe, Jesse, and Chris, and we’re staying that way. At least for now.
SILY: Had you and Kevin ever crossed paths in Shudder To Think?
CM: One night on a reunion tour in 2010-ish, they played the Bowery Ballroom in New York, and I was living here. Kevin was in that band, so I came up and played a couple Shudder To Think songs with the band just for the fun of it. He and I played two songs together. I hadn’t met him before and hadn’t seen him since. It was a surprising situation. I give Kevin all the credit. He said, “You’re gonna be surprised how much people like having you back in the scene making and playing music.” He’s just been a big fan.
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SILY: You’ve said that this band has made you realize you enjoyed singing as much as playing guitar. How did you feel about both before?
CM: I was just a guitar player and hadn’t sang on anything, and you know Shudder To Think well enough to know that you don’t really enter the space occupied by Craig Wedren and his vocal talents. You just let that be, and I did the guitar parts, and it worked great. But when we started playing as what became Quiz Show, Kevin was doing vocals. You can hear him singing on “Pom Pom Boy” and “Withstand” and “Always Waiting”. Even with “Withstand”, I sang in the middle. Kevin and Ray, who we were always recording with, said, “You should just sing. Make this your thing.” I said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’ll give it a shot.” I do like it. It is fun. The best part is not the singing, because I don’t think I can pull it off very well, but I like coming up with vocal melodies and having that be an extra piece of creative work. Craig always wrote vocal melodies, because that was his job. It’s been fun to do that as part of the process. The guitar is just fantastic. One of the things that surprised me was that I played now and again in the 25 years since I was in a band, and you’d think I didn’t remember how to play, but I never forgot. I was able to pick it up as if I never put it down. I’m doing some of my best playing now.
SILY: What would you say is the biggest difference between the remastered versions of these songs and the originally released versions?
CM: I was with Ray, and we didn’t do much. We listened to each song and picked out a couple of really minor things that weren’t mixed just right or had always been bugging me. But we didn’t try to change much of anything. The remastering was just to make them feel like they were all together when recorded, like the tonal mixes, so there wasn’t anything that was radically out of line. It wasn’t like that anyway, since we recorded everything at Ray’s place, so it took [just] a couple hours of work. We weren’t intending to create something new, but to create something more coherent from start to finish.
SILY: In between now and the last time you were writing music, do you have any newfound influences?
CM: Musically, the things I started listening to after leaving the band haven’t really influenced me. I lived for a while in New Orleans and really loved brass band stuff, probably because it wasn’t the same stuff I was playing, and I wasn’t watching it critiquing the guitar player. But I don’t think it had any influence on the way I write guitar. After hanging up the guitar, Built to Spill was the first band I really discovered. They’ve remained a centerpiece kind of band doing it exactly right. I’m always happy with where they’re going, and the feel of their songs--especially the guitar. Bands come and go, but I always stick with Built to Spill.
SILY: What did you think of their most recent record?
CM: I’m not sure I know their most recent record. I’m a terrible music fan. [laughs]
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SILY: Did you lead off this record with “Sound of Kissing” because it was Quiz Show’s first-ever released song?
CM: We had always decided on it. Ray especially had influence on it. He said, “That’s your best song!” [laughs] We recorded “Withstand” and “Pom Pom Boy” first but didn’t release them, because we didn’t know what we were doing. At that point, I didn’t know you could just self-release, sign up for a distributor, and it’ll end up being on Spotify, and you’ll be a real band. But “Sound of Kissing” was the most exemplary of what we were trying to do, bringing these three musicians together as a sound. That’s why I’m the only vocalist, because at that point, they had said, “You should just sing.” I’m waiting for someone to say, “You should stop singing,” but as long as they don’t say that, I’ll keep going. It makes it easier. I don’t have to find someone else.
SILY: Did you approach the sequencing like you were making a mixtape of your own songs?
CM: Yeah, Ray and I did that. It might be a small number of people listening to an album in order, but we had that thought of what should come next. We wanted “Mannequin Sun” at the end because it was the only unreleased piece [on a Quiz Show-only release].
SILY: It’s also a good closer, a tonal wildcard, and in terms of pace.
CM: Yeah. It’s a weird song.
SILY: Are you playing these songs live and writing new material with the new lineup?
CM: Yeah. We’re definitely still playing many of these--not all of them. That’s only because some of them I can’t pull off with the vocals and guitar live, and others we haven’t had time for the new guys to learn. The three of us have written, recorded, and released two EPs, and we’re still writing. I love writing music, and the voice memo phenomenon on my iPhone, I remember how many times I sat down to write, put my guitar down to go eat something, and came back and it was like it was never done. Being able to have it as a shitty little voice recording is great. I have dozens of songs we can work on. It’s a matter of finding the time and finding what’s a right fit for this band. After this, we have three songs ready to record, and I don’t know whether we’ll do another EP or collect them as a new LP with the new lineup. We’ll keep releasing, for sure.
SILY: Do you often find yourself coming up with a melody, recording it, and realizing later it’s from something?
CM: That hasn’t happened. I always start with the guitar. The vocal melodies are always built on top of an existing guitar idea. That’s how I’ve always written. I have a three-quarter size acoustic guitar in my office, and that’s how I do most of my writing. I’ll break from whatever I’m doing, pick up a guitar, and that’ll be the start of a song. I don’t think I’ve ever recorded something and thought, “That already exists.” But if I was singing, I’m sure I would do that in a heartbeat. It’s so ethereal, versus your hands doing something.
SILY: Anything you’ve been listening to, watching, or reading lately that’s caught your attention?
CM: Like everybody else, I love the new world of television shows that you can watch. I’m watching The Last Of Us, and I’m not sure I like it. It’s a bit of a strange show. I think I thought it would be something else, and I’m coming to terms with what it is. Reading, I do all my reading for work, so I don’t spend much time reading other things. But I did just read a book by Dan Chaon, a murder mystery. He wrote one called Sleepwalk which was also very strange, which I recommend. I’m also a big Carl Hiaasen fan, if you like trashy Florida man stories. Music-wise, I don’t know if there’s anything new that I’ve paid attention to. There’s a lot of K-pop coming from my house, because my daughter’s a BTS fan, along with everybody else on the planet.
SILY: Do you have a favorite song on the Quiz Show album?
CM: “Pom Pom Boy”. The music, the vocals, the feel of the whole song. I’ve always loved that. It could be the one where even more than “Sound of Kissing”, we realized we knew what we were doing. There were a couple of other songs that don’t exist anymore where [we didn’t.] I love playing “Almost Famous”.
SILY: It’s very hard-charging.
CM: It’s a ton of fun, and I have a couple of friends who love it. “Big Bank Theory”, we don’t play it because I can’t do the guitar and vocals, so I’m trying to see if Jesse on bass can do the guitar line. I really love that one. It’s a quieter song, but I feel like the way it came together as a written song, I’ve always been happy with.
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