#chris sturniolo black reader

[pr3ttylittleslutt]

𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄!𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆…

CW: social anxiety (she just like me fr)

I run down the stairs making my way down to the parking lot, looking for his car, he blinks his lights making it easier to find him I walk up to his car opening the door. “Hii” I say buckling in “Hey sweetheart, you ready?” He asks I nod my head at him with a smile and he takes of. The drive is nice we talked about ourselves and joked around I was little disappointed when we arrived at the fair. I unbuckle myself reaching for my door when he opens it for me offering his hand, I smile thanking him getting down. He holds onto my hand as we walk away entering the gates, it’s so beautiful and lively, little kids running around laughing, couples making out groups of teenagers with their friends it’s just perfect. “What do you want to do first? We can play games go on rides eat” he ask me I look around thinking “Lets play some games first?” I look up at him he smiles down at me waking over to one of the game booths, it’s one of these water gun games “Wait we need tickets I’ll be right back don’t go anywhere ok?” He lets go of my hand and takes off before my brain even registers what he just said.

I stand there waiting uncontrollably for him to come, I look around feeling like I’m being watched to my horror, I see a group of teenagers walking towards me laughing, I take a deep breath grab my phone trying to distract myself from them, they walk right by me, I look up I see a bunch people walking by looking at me, I start to get anxious checking my clothes making sure I don’t have anything on them, I lift my head looking for Chris rubbing the palm of my hand on my shorts, I lift my hand up again trying to focus on myself, I start to text Stella when I feel a hand on my shoulder I jump turning to my side seeing the person I’ve been waiting for. He holds the tickets up to my face “Ready?” I give a weak smile and nod, I Sint know how but he looks at me like he knows something is wrong “Are you ok? If you want we can just go somewhere else?” He says “No it’s ok I just got a little nervous that’s all” I say knowing damn well I was on the verge of tears just seconds ago “Sweetheart don’t lie to me.” He says sternly the masculinity radiating off of him I look into his eyes hesitating if I should tell him I sigh “No im ok I just got a bit anxious a little while ago, it’s nothing serious” I look down at my feet playing around with my nails, he lifts my chin up looking at me “Hey, it’s not nothing serious, if you feel anxious just tell me, we’ll go somewhere less crowded for a bit and if you want we could leave and go somewhere else ok?” He grabs my head holding it like it’s the most delicate thing he’s ever seen, I smile at him nodding going in for a much needed hug “Takes some deep breaths for me ok” he says smoothing his hand over my hair taking deep breaths and I follow his lead, my heart rate slows down, we pull away he ruffles my hair “CHRIS! IT TOOK ME A WGILE HOUR TO GET MY HAIR LOOKING HALF DECENT” I yelled at him taking my phone out fixing the curls he disturbed, he laughs “im sorry sweetheart I’ll make it up to you yeah?” He says I raise my eyebrow “How?” “I’ll win you a stuffed animal” my eyes light up but I calm myself down not wanting to show to much excitement “Ok fineeee but those games are rigged” I say hooking my arm around his walking up to the booth.

He plays flawlessly, I cheer him on wanting my stuffed bunny, then we hear that beautiful sound of bell ringing, he won, I unable to control the excitement start jumping around around with him holding my hand, the guy ask him which one we want and I point to the huge bunny. He hands it to me and I gladly accept it with a huge smile on my face turning to Chris, he pulls his phone out taking a few pictures of me I go over looking at them “Your so cute” he says rubbing my lower back “thank you” “You wanna go eat?” He ask I nod he grabs my hands walking to a taco station ordering our food going to sit down on a bench.

We stay out until 9 pm walking around going on rides, playing games, eating snacks even getting strangers to take pictures for us overall having a good time, we walk up to the car laughing. I get in putting my bunny in the backseat, he reached over buckling me in then staring the car “Do you want to go home or go to the movies or something?” He asked giving me the aux cord I smile plugging it into my phone looking through my playlist before choosing to one pressing play “ummm can we go home im a bit tired” I answered “of course no problem sweetheart” he grabs his phone looking for the directions and doing something else I don’t really know what,he puts it down pulling out heading to my college dorm, the ride is silent but in a comforting way “Are you ok?” He ask I raise my eyebrow trying to figure out what he’s talking about “You know with what happened a while ago” when the realization hits me I look down at my lap “Yeah I’m ok” he looks at me briefly “You wanna talk abt it? Its ok if you don’t” “Idk it kinda just happens, I’ll be in public and then all of a sudden it just feel like everyone is looking at me and judging me idk it’s silly” I shrug “No its not silly, if you ever feel like that you call me ok? I dont care what time it is just call me” he says sternly looking over at I nod my head feeling a sense of security around him, the rest of the car ride we just listen to music occasionally singing along until we reach the parking lot “thanks for tonight” I say looking at him, he smiles at me looking into my eyes like they’re the most fascinating things he has ever seen, he leans in slowly raising his hand to cradle the side of my neck “Can I?” He ask me his eyes dance between my eyes and lips, i part my lips looking down at his giving a slight nod and before I know it his lips are on mine. The kiss is soft, slow, sweet I find myself subconsciously melting into him, he does not rush it tilting my head to the side, he bites my lip shoving his tongue in my mouth gently massaging mine running his over my teeth until we hear a noise from his side of the car, it’s a security guard basically telling us to wrap it and go home. I reach in the back grabbing my bunny gathering my stuff “I’ll see you around sweetheart, text me when you get in” he says “I will” I say leaning in kissing his cheek rushing out the car into my dorm. I send him a message telling him I got safely going into my room, i look at the pictures we took today making one my wallpaper before getting ready for bed.

AN: what app do yall use to make the fake text msg n shit

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[amsznn]

Please I’m begging u could you write Chris x reader when reader gets wisdom teeth out. Pet names only baby

WISDOM TEETH - c.sturniolo

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“todays video is gonna be a bit different guys.” chris spoke into the camera before turning it to you, revealing you leaning on the kitchen counter. “y/n’s gonna get her wisdom teeth out!” your head quickly shifted towards the mention of ‘wisdom teeth’, unfortunately being reminded of what will be your reality in a matter of moments.

“chris stop, she’s literally fearing for her life right now.” nick said while laughing. “don’t worry y/n, its not that bad.” he said while patting your shoulder.

“i dont think i wanna go anymore.” you said quickly as you remembered how much pain nick was in while he was recovering.

“it’s gonna be alright baby, we’ll be right there.” chris reassures as he wrapped his shoulder around you, still holding the camera.

it took some convincing, and maybe some bribery from your boyfriend to get you food after the procedure, to finally convince you to get in the car and go through with getting your teeth pulled out. you had been in pain for a long time, complaining about the pain the teeth were causing you.

chris knew this and knew the best thing for you was to get them out. now you all were packed in the car with matt and chris in the front, while you and nick were in the back.

occasionally chris would reach behind his chair and allow you to hold his hand for some time. he knew as you were trying to appear calm and collected, your mind was actually racing.

but that feeling would only intensify as matt pulled into the parking lot of the dentist office. you did all the regulations upon entering the building, signing in, and waiting.

before you knew it you were in the chair, about to get those teeth pulled out.

“promise, you’ll stay?” you turned over to chris, watching him with pleading eyes as he grasped your hand in his.

“promise.”

timeskip

a couple of hours passed and you were finally off of the operating table. drowsy and unaware of where you were.

“where..where am i?” you spoke. you realized there was a strange feeling in your mouth. “waths in my mouf?!” you quickly tried to take out whatever it was from your mouth before chris stopped you.

“y/n, you need those in there baby.”

confusion took over for the rest of the day as your boyfriend completed the rest of the paper work and walked you out to the car where matt and nick were waiting.

“sooo..how’d it go?” nick asked amused as he saw your state. “nick, sit in the front i wanna sit with y/n.” chris said as he opened your side of the car door. you almost face planted as you got in but nick was quick to balance you before moving to the front seat.

chris didn’t feel like filming on the way back home since he’s sure you would kill him if he ever uploaded a video of you in this state. blabbering on and on about nothing that made sense while also questioning everything and anything.

“chrissy…why are there three of you.” you pouted before poking your boyfriend’s face, the reaching to poke matt and nick’s face as well. matt swatted your hand away and scolded you since he’s driving.

“why are you yelling at me?” you frowned at matt who you thought was chris before saying, “im breaking up with you!”

chris could only laugh at your antics causing his brothers to join in as well.

“y/n that’s matt.” he softly said while caressing your shoulder.

you made an ‘o’ shape with your mouth in realization, and muttered and apology to matt for threatening him.

you all made it back home, with chris carrying you to your shared room. as soon as he set you down on the bed it was lights out for you. immediately falling asleep in your boyfriend’s bed. he smiled as he moved his face in front of yours, softly giving you a kiss on the forehead, trying not to wake you up.

“i love you, y/n.” chris whispered, to which he got a snore in response. but thats all he needed. he knew you loved him just as much.

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a/n: sorry i didnt know how to end it but i hope you enjoyed!

[tastesousweet]

Can we get a toxic!babydaddy Matt fic like I’m craving something about my man like it’s been days and I haven’t eaten

⭒ blurb : toxic!bd matt who . . .

toxic!babydaddy matt x poc!reader

warnings: toxic relationship, dad!matt (i understand if u don’t fw it), idk what else :P

mickey speaks: this is kinda different for me so ty for the req!! ik this is just a little headcannon set but i hope you luv this anon 💐

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TOXIC!BABYDADDY MATT WHO . . . brings some girl he’s been “hanging out with” to your daughter’s third birthday party just to piss you off

he’d then get mad when you ignore him and his “friend” the entire party…

he’d come up to you as you watch your daughter play on the decorated playground from afar, “the fuck you bein’ petty for, y/n? i thought we were cool with seeing other people?”

“well i just think it’s rude, you didn’t tell me you were bringing anyone else. i don’t care who she is or what you two do it’s annoying from a planning perspective.”

“that’s my bad… you look good though,” he’d glance around for a second before coming behind you and hooking his arm on your neck.

he’d whisper in your ear while you both stare out at your lively daughter, “can’t believe she’s so big now… lookin’ just like her pretty mama.”

you’d roll your eyes and shoulder matt off of you, “matt, go fuck on the bitch you brought here. and stop saying shit like that to me.”

“jesus- watch your language there’s kids everywhere, y/n.”

you blankly stare at him and his cocky smirk that just aggravates you to pieces, “go awayyy, matt.” you whine out and pinch your eyes with a sigh.

and he laughs because everything’s a fucking joke to him.

TOXIC!BABYDADDY MATT WHO . . . your friends hate but you will always have a soft spot for, he is your daughter’s father after all

TOXIC!BABYDADDY MATT WHO . . . sends hundreds of roses to your doorstep for mother’s day

when you text him a picture of the ridiculous bouquets with a “????” he immediately facetimes you, “for the best mama in the whole world. you like ‘em?”

you shake your head and hide a smirk beneath your hand to scold him, “you do too much, matt.”

“uh huh i knew you’d say that…” he’d then ask to see his favorite girl, “now where’s my baby at?”

TOXIC!BABYDADDY MATT WHO . . . can’t mind his business to save his life. he’s always asking you questions about your personal life; and you always shut him down

TOXIC!BABYDADDY MATT WHO . . . can sometimes be a little too desirable when he drops your daughter off at your place (dressed nicely, smelling good, eyes bright yet droopingly eye-fucking you, etc), leading you to invite him in for a glass of wine or two

TOXIC!BABYDADDY MATT WHO . . . you sometimes find in your bed again when you feel particularly lonely and nostalgic

TOXIC!BABYDADDY MATT WHO . . . loves the few times he gets to to wake up to his daughter pulling on his hand and you by his side, fast asleep

TOXIC!BABYDADDY MATT WHO . . . tends to start arguments from the smallest things to get you to talk to him longer than you need to

TOXIC!BABYDADDY MATT WHO . . . will always put effort into being a great father (which you respect) despite never putting that same effort into your relationship

TOXIC!BABYDADDY MATT WHO . . . makes sure you’ll never forget he loved you first and is connected to you far deeper than any other man ever could be

[sunrisemill]

BOOMSHAKALAKA

YES GOD 😫 YES GOD 😫😫

[camzeecorner]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍 - 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯.

22. 𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥����𝘯𝘵. 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. 𝘋𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘝𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯. 𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭. 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍 - 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰. 𝘹 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘰𝘤

29. 𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯. 𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘜𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘍𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥. 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘜𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵. 𝘕𝘰-𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘎𝘰𝘢𝘭-𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵.

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[pr3ttylittleslutt]

𝓣𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓒.𝓢

Pairing: Bf!Chris x Gf!black!reader

Summary: When Chris’s girlfriend gets his name tattooed on her ass

Cw: smut, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, profanity, p in v, dry humping, unprotected sex, pet names, pornography, dom!chris, sub!reader, ass slapping, hair pulling, name tattoos (duh) , BACKSHOTSS AYE.

I set my phone on Chris’s desk and bit record before calling for him to “ CHRIS” I yelled “YEAH” I hear him respond from upstairs sounds like he is in Matt’s room “CAN YOU COME DOWN HERE PLEASE” I reply before looking at the camera smiling nervously, soon enough I hear him open the door walking towards “Whats up babe” his lips come down on mine one hand going to squeeze my ass, I pull away when he notices the camera “Whats this about” he jerks his head to the phone “I have a surprise for you” i smiling looking up him “ouuuuuu a surprise” he sits on the couch waiting for me to show him his surprise. My hands grab the waistband of my sweatpants slowly pulling them down, Chris raise his eyebrows with a look of amusement on his face, I turn around so the little red tattoo on the side of my ass ‘Christopher’ in cursive. His eyes lit up turning around looking up at me “Your fucking lying” he practically jumps up off the couch “baby don’t play with me” he turns me around looking at it again “im not playing with you” I turn back around “do you like it?” He looks at me like I just asked him if the earth is round “Do I like it? Baby do I fucking like it? Are you seriously asking that? Ofc I fucking like it are you kidding me holy fuck” he huffs out grabbing my ass and pulling me in for another kiss, this one more heated than the other.

My hands grip unto his shirt tilting my head pulling him even closer to me, he taps my ass I gasp while he shoves his tongue in my mouth exploring every crook, cranny and crevice of my mouth. I moan into the kiss my brain getting fuzzy and clouded, I run my hands down his torso tugging on his shirt indicating that I wanted it off he pulls away looking down at me with a smirk before taking his shirt and helping me out my sweatpants pulling me into his lap on the couch behind us “Chris the camera” I say breathlessly “Leave it.” He says his mouth travel my jaw and neck I nod slightly enjoying the feeling of his mouth on my skin slowly grinding my hips down on him, he places his hands on my hips guiding my movements. I throw my head back as he kisses his way back up to my lips again.

“Mm just like that” he mumbles into the kiss before biting and tugging in my lower lip just hands still helping me grind on his crotch. I close my eyes focusing on pleasure he’s giving me, soon enough I feel the knot tightening in my stomach throwing my head back “Yeah you close princess?” I hum in response until I feel him stop my hips movements, I whine feeling the orgasm going away “lay on your back” I do as I’m told planting my feet on bed he moves in between my legs taking off my panties and throwing them across the room spreading my legs further apart, I buck my hips up impatiently waiting for him to touch me, he chuckles pressing feather like kisses all over my inner thighs slowly coming down to my core pressing a kiss on my clit I gasp as he start devouring my pussy (RIP that pussy ayeee) “Ah fuck Chris” my hands fly to his head my fingers tangling in his hair.

All you could hear was my moaning and him slurping up every single drop of my arousal. My orgasm builds up again this time a little bit stronger my legs clamp around his head “c-chris im g-gonna…fuck gonna c-cum” I breathe out he gums against me “go ahead ma cum all over my face” without wasting a second i release in his mouth the wave of pleasure crashing down on me, he moves his mouth up my body and captures my lips once again, he takes of my tank top and bra with ease as he flips me over on my stomach I hear him taking his pants and underwear off I look back to see him looking for something in his pocket. His phone. He props my hips up leaving me face down ass up as he slowly pushes his cock deep into my cunt “shit ma you’re so tight” he hisses slowly moving his hips, i then hear the clicking of his camera I look back at him to see him taking pics of my ass, specifically the tattoo of his name “Fuck you going around getting my name tatted on your ass…shit I swear I’m gonna marry you one day” my heart flutters at that statement. He picks up the pace practically slamming down into me my mouth hanging open little moans coming out every time he slams back into me, soon I feel him slapping my ass repeatedly the skin starting to burn deliciously “Yeahhh look at you, taking my cock so well with my name on your ass, it suits you baby” the knot in my stomach starts to form once again, im clenching down on him, I hear him hissing and grunting behind me “you gonna cum ma?” He questions me pulling my hair to look at my fucked out face that pretty sure is covered in sweat and my lace is probably lifting from him pulling on it, I give him a slight nod the words getting stuck in my throat. He lets go of my hair placing both his hands on my hips “cum for me baby let me feel you” my body starts convulsing as my orgasm washes over my entire body, as I’m coming down from the height I feel him shot his warm cum into my punani (im sorry I needed to) stilling inside me.

2 weeks later…

Chris just came back home, it’s been about two weeks since I got his name tattooed on me.

“Ok close your eyes and turn around I got something I want to show you” he says I can tell he’s excited by the way his voice sounds and the way he quite literally can’t stay still, I close my eyes I hear rustling behind me think about it could be he has up his sleeves “Okai you can turn around now” I turn to face him opening my eyes, he’s shirtless before me I eye his body until they stop on his chest, the plastic covering the elegant writing in red in his left pec (that sentence makes absolutely no sense but u get it). Its my name. I look at his face feeling my heart swelling I run up to him wrapping arms around his neck kissing him passionately “you like it?” He question between kisses I pull away looking at him “are you serious? Ofc I love it what you didn’t have to do that, I mean you don’t even have any other tattoos” i reply feeling a overwhelming sense of joy, he just got my name tattooed on him. On the left side of his chest. Where his heart is. I swear there’s is no man I’ll ever need beside him, he looks down at me a devious smirk across his lips “why don’t you show me how much you like it hm?” I look at him with the same smirk pulling him to my bedroom.

Dividers by: @issysh3ll

AN: I feel like this was lil short but eh

Random tags: @trevorsgodmother @nickgurl4life @chrepsi @chrisslluut @chrisshands @chrisprettybaby @chrissleftshoe @mattztrip @mattsleftball @mattsslvtzx @mattswrinkleton @mattscoquette @mattsturnioloismylordandsaviour @mattstattos @mattssluttywaist @mattsturnswife @chrissturnioloswife88 @chrissturnss @chriss-prettyygirll @chrissturnioloslvt @nickssidewitch @nick-stuxniolos-hg @nicksturniolopleaseatmeout @nicksturm-diamonsboy @nicksturnshoe @sturniolotripletlover @sturniolotwins @sturnswrites @sturni-stars @sturniolosconfesion @strnlslut @chrislilcumslvt

[mooki3-bear]

Finding black sturniolo creators is like finding little crystals in the sea! Sooooo...

here are some of my favs ive found so far

@leoslaboratory

@muwapstraws

@raestromboli

@sosasturns

@phone4pills

@whore4mattsturniolo

@chrisgetsmewetter

@pr3ttylittleslutt

@vvinirl

@muwapsturniolo

I decided to make this list and shot out these certain creators because ive been reading fan fic FOREVER and could never find anything that was ya know...for me! I just wanted to show appreciation to these certain writers so that other POC readers can find them themselves.

Sorry if i missed anyone (please let me know about anyone else so i can add them to the list)

[amsznn]

can you do a story about how chris and the reader meet at tara’s party but before that, reader accidentally revealed that she found chris cute and the she went viral for it (idk if that makes sense)

SOCIAL MEDIA FRENZY - c. sturniolo

2 days ago..

“chat are we enjoying this haul? don’t flame my style in the comment section.” you warned to your viewers on instagram live before grabbing the next package of clothes off the floor, ready to show your 14k viewers the next batch of items. “next youtube video when?” you read off from a comment.

“this was going to be a youtube haul, but i got lazy so..new video this week!”

your rise as an influencer had to be studied. from a random youtube vlog that you made out of the want to romanticize your life a bit and a rant on tiktok people found funny that gained 2.5 million likes caused you to not only receive near to 3 million subscribers on youtube but almost 1.9 million on tiktok.

this was only in the span of 2 years. growing and working to not only please your new fans but to also have fun for yourself as you still decided to go to college for that degree.

social media was just a hobby for you like a lot of people say. but you truly couldn’t expect the new wave of attention you would revolve for a simple comment you made.

the next item of your haul was a fitted cap that you saw at a pop up shop in your city. you recognized it from somewhere else and decided to buy it since it was also cute.

“guys this cap i actually bought because this youtuber, chris sturniolo also wears it in his videos.” at the mention of the social media star your comments flooded. “guys calm down, im not crazy, he’s just cute okay?” you laughed before setting the cap down then moving to the next piece of clothing.

soon enough you ended the live and went on with your day as normal. filming a bit of your vlog for your new video, answering emails from brands, doing some household chores and of course, settling down in your bed with some snacks for your nightly tiktok scrolling.

as soon as you opened the app you got bombarded with a screen recording of your live with the bit where you said chris was cute. it was all over. even on twitter you began trending for the potential new relationship between you and the social media star.

all you could do is read the comments, some encouraging and some hateful, watch edits of you two being shipped, and quickly text your manager profusely apologizing for the mess you just made.

you groaned while rolling around in your bed. sometimes you just forgot you were too well known to be spewing whatever nonsense came to mind.

which brings us here.

at taras party.

since she was inviting influential people, and her friends, you were a definite invite on her list. and you knew either all of one of the triplets would be there too.

you were nervous to bump into chris. would he even speak to you? and if he did would he be uncomfortable or understanding? well you were about to find out in a moment since he was walking in your general direction.

you mustered up all the courage you could and began to walk towards him. feeling the need to apologize to him since the situation was your fault and it must be annoying for him as well.

you came to a stop as he turned his body to fully face you. your breath hitched for moment taking his appearance all in. his black hoodie and black baggie jeans with his messy hair was a lot to take in in person.

either way you were gonna say what you needed to say. “hey, my names y/n. you might know me. or not thats fine too!” you stumble across your words for a minute before taking a deep breath. you could feel his eyes on you but you remembered hes just a person too.

“you may have seen the plenty of edits and a lot of my supporters in your comment sections or dms, and i just wanted to say im sorry since its been going for three days now and you must be annoyed.” you said it all in one breath and finally met the boys eyes. instead of confusion you were met with a look of amusement.

“oh you’re completely fine. honestly i felt bad for you since you were getting a lot of hate for a simple comment.” chris shrugged while giving you his signature smile. you smiled as well glad that he seemed fine with the recent uproar.

“ive heard worse.” chris said while grimacing at the thought which caused you to laugh nodding in agreement. the night went on with you and chris sticking together for the majority of the party. introducing one another to friends, chris introducing you to nick (your new best friend) and overall having a great time. before you left chris made sure to get your number and texted you to make sure you arrived home safely.

you couldnt help the smile that was spreading on your face as you recall the events of the night. maybe making that comment wasnt so bad after all.

walking towards your room of your apartment, you plopped down onto your bed and decided to make a quick instagram post for the night.

and guess who liked the post?

a/n: i hope yall enjoy this cus i sure did (i was so close to making this into a smut 😭)

[kinascum]

CHARMED ᯓ★

Austin Butler x Reader

wc: 1.7k | summary: y/n, an interviewer at Variety, scores an interview with Austin Butler. | nav - taglist

FLUFF. no major warnings.

You sit in the quiet of the Variety office, surrounded by the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional clack of a keyboard echoing through the open-plan space. Your heart beats a little faster than usual today as you prepare for the interview of a lifetime. The email with the subject line "Austin Butler Interview: Confirmed" still sits open on your screen, a stark reminder of the excitement and nerves you've been juggling since you read it. You've done this before, of course, but something about Austin feels different. Maybe it's the way his blue eyes seem to look right into your soul in every magazine cover, or the way his deep voice sends a shiver down your spine when you watch his interviews. You're a journalist with a knack for making even the most guarded celebrities open up, but you're not immune to the charm of Hollywood's golden boys.

The clock ticks closer to the scheduled time, and you stand, smoothing out the wrinkles in your blouse and taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. You've spent hours researching his career, from his early days on the small screen to his breakthrough performance as the king of rock 'n' roll. You've rehearsed your questions, honed them to perfection, and now all that's left is to wait for the moment when he walks through the door.

When he does, it's like the air in the room shifts. He's taller than you expected, with a presence that seems to fill the space around him. He's dressed casually, but it looks like he stepped out of a magazine spread, his jeans fitting just right, and a leather jacket thrown over a simple white tee. His eyes scan the room, and when they land on you, you feel a jolt of energy. He smiles, a genuine, warm smile that reaches his eyes, and you can't help but return it, feeling a little bit like you're melting.

You extend a hand, and he takes it, his grip firm but gentle. His skin is warm, and for a second, you're lost in the sensation of his touch. "Y/N," he says, as if he's known you for years, not minutes. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." His voice is like a caress, and you blush, hoping it's not too obvious. You've always been a little shy around the people you admire, and the fact that he's looking at you with such kindness isn't helping your nerves.

As you lead him to the interview set, you notice the way his boots scuff the floor, the quiet confidence in his stride. He seems to be at ease in his own skin, a stark contrast to the flurry of activity around you. You offer him a seat and take yours opposite, placing your notebook and pen on the table. You've done this a hundred times before, but today, your hand trembles ever so slightly. You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a nervous habit you thought you'd outgrown, and try to remember to breathe. The cameras start to roll, and you're aware of every little detail: the sound of the film crew moving around, the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the background, the way the lights cast a gentle glow on Austin's face.

He leans back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours. "So," he begins, his voice like a purr. "What's the first question you've been dying to ask me?"

You open your mouth to speak, but the words catch in your throat. You clear it, hoping he doesn't notice, and glance down at your notes. But as you look back up, you realize that the question you've so carefully prepared isn't what you want to ask anymore. There's something about the way he's looking at you, something that makes you feel seen in a way you never have before. And in that moment, you know that this interview is going to be unlike any other.

You take a deep breath and dive in, asking him about his preparation for his latest role, one that's earned him critical acclaim and a slew of award nominations. His eyes light up, and you can almost see the gears turning in his head as he thinks back to those intense days and nights spent becoming someone else. He speaks slowly, thoughtfully, his voice deep and resonant as he recounts the hours of research, the months of practice, the moments of doubt and triumph. You're captivated by his dedication, his passion for his craft shining through every word.

As you listen, you find yourself leaning in, hanging on to every syllable. His words paint a vivid picture of his journey, and you're drawn into the story as if you were there with him. You ask follow-up questions, eager to learn more, and he responds with the same thoughtfulness, never rushing, always choosing his words with care. His honesty is refreshing, and you can't help but admire the way he's handled the pressures of stardom with such grace.

But then his gaze starts lingering on you a beat too long, and when he smiles, it's a smile that says he's not just talking about the movie anymore, and suddenly, the air in the room feels charged with electricity. You blush, your cheeks grow warm, and you feel your heart race in your chest. Your hand fidgets with the pen, and you realize you're playing with your hair again, a nervous habit you thought you'd left behind in high school. But with Austin, you're feeling anything but professional.

He leans closer, his eyes never leaving yours, and asks you a question about your own work, your favorite stories, your dreams. And you find yourself opening up to him, sharing things you never thought you'd say out loud, let alone on camera. His voice is a gentle coax, drawing you out of your shell, making you feel as if you're the most interesting person in the world. And maybe, just maybe, you start to believe it.

The conversation flows like a river, twisting and turning through topics of art, life, and love. His stories are peppered with laughter, and you find yourself smiling more than you ever have in an interview. His hand reaches out, resting on the arm of your chair, and you feel the warmth of his touch seep through the fabric as he pulls your chair closer to his. It's a simple gesture, but it sends a jolt through your body, making you aware of every inch of space between you as you catch a glimpse of how his muscles flex under the studio lights.

You notice the way his fingers tap against the chair, a subtle beat that matches the rhythm of your heart. His eyes, so blue and deep, seem to see right through you, and for a moment, you wonder if he can read your thoughts. You realize you're not just asking questions anymore; you're exchanging glances, sharing silent moments filled with understanding. The chemistry between you is palpable, and the crew seems to have melted into the background, leaving just the two of you in the spotlight.

The interview comes to a close, but the energy between you and Austin doesn't dissipate. As the crew starts to pack up, he lingers, his hand still resting on the arm of your chair. "Thank you," he says, his voice sincere. "That was one of the best interviews I've had in a long time." You blush, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Thank you," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "It was an honor."

He stands, and you follow suit, the space between you closing as you exchange pleasantries about the weather and the traffic. His eyes never leave yours, and you can't help but feel like there's something unspoken hanging in the air. He's charismatic, down-to-earth, and thoughtful—everything you've read about him, but seeing it up close is like experiencing the gravity of a star for the first time. His words come out measured and deliberate, each one chosen with care, as if he's afraid of saying too much or too little.

As you walk him out, the quiet of the office seems to amplify the sound of your shoes on the floor. The lights seem to dim, and the world outside the glass walls fades away. You find yourself lost in the depth of his gaze, the way his eyes seem to dance when he smiles. He pauses, his hand resting on the doorknob, and looks at you with an intensity that makes your knees wobble. "Y/N," he says, and the way he says your name feels like a secret shared between the two of you. "Could I interest you in a drink? To celebrate a successful interview?" His words are followed by a cheeky grin as he addresses you in an overly formal manner.

You're surprised by the invitation, but something in his tone tells you that it's more than just a professional courtesy. You hesitate, your heart racing as you laugh nervously. You've never mixed business with pleasure before, but the way he's looking at you, the way his thumb brushes against the back of your hand as he holds the door open, makes you want to throw caution to the wind. You nod, trying to sound casual. "Sure, I'd love that."

The bar he chooses is dimly lit, the kind of place where whispers are the loudest sounds and secrets feel safe. He orders a whiskey neat, and you ask for a glass of wine. As you sit across from him, you can't help but notice the way the light plays with the shadows on his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his lips. He talks about his love for music, the way it's shaped him as a person and an actor, and you listen, enraptured. His passion is contagious, and you find yourself sharing stories from your own life, things you rarely speak of outside of your closest friends.

The conversation flows as easily as the alcohol, and you realize that you're not just talking about work anymore. You're laughing, sharing, connecting in a way you never have with an interview subject. His hand reaches across the table, and he takes yours, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. It's a simple touch, but it feels like a promise, a question, a door opening to something new.

A/N: kinda in a love-hate relationship with this one yall

tell me if yall want to be added to this masterlist's taglist !!🩶🩶🦫

[eternaldesi]

AS A WRITER AND READER I KNOW THAT IT CAN BE HARD TO FIND GOOD WRITERS + GOOD FICS SO HERE ARE LISTS DEDICATED TO WRITERS AND FANFICS THAT FIT DIFFERENT SUBJECTS AND THEMES — Just because a writer isn’t on here doesn’t mean they’re bad at writing it just means that I haven’t read their work

MY FAV WRITERS SO FAR!!

𝜗𝜚 FLUFF

@mattscoquette 𝜗𝜚 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓

@vanteguccir 𝜗𝜚 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

@hearts4werka 𝜗𝜚 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

More tba..

⌗SMUT

@bernardsbendystraws ⌗ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓

@mattslolita ⌗ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓

@mattybsgroupie ⌗ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓

@evie-sturns ⌗ 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

More tba..

ᡣ𐭩ANGST

@55sturn ᡣ𐭩 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓

@chrisbesitos ᡣ𐭩 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

@delilahsturniolo ᡣ𐭩 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

More tba..

✸OTHERS

@sturnioz ✸ au concepts

@sturniqlo ✸ blurbs

@mattsdolll ✸ blurbs

More tba..

MY FAV AUS

@allmylovc ✶ mechanic!matt

@allmylovc ✶ heartless!chris

@ch6rm ✶ angel!reader + dealer!chris

@cvnntagious ✶ babydaddy!matt

@bernardsbendystraws ✶ obsessive!chris

@bernardsbendystraws ✶ obsessive!matt

@mattscoquette ✶ dad!matt

@mattscoquette ✶ dilf!matt

@mattscoquette ✶ fratboy!chris

@sosasturns ✶ shoota!chris

@secretlocket ✶ sunshine!reader

@zweigsangel ✶ hockeyplayer!chris

@sturnioz ✶ shy!matt

@loverboysturn ✶ popular!chris

@loverboysturn ✶ newboy!matt

@et6rnalsun ✶ fashionkilla!reader

@et6rnalsun ✶ tutor!matt

@chrissdollie ✶ dad!chris

@chrissdollie ✶ rapper!chris + singer!reader

@st7rnioioss ✶ skater!chris

@mattsbows ✶ preschool teacher!matt + single mom!reader

More tba…

POC!WRITERS

@muwapsturniolo ᝰ black

@leoslaboratory ᝰ black

@mattslolita ᝰ black

@chrissdollie ᝰ Latina

@tastessousweet ᝰ black + white

@healmyhrt ᝰ black + white

@sturniolosass ᝰ Black

@teddybearbad ᝰ black

More tba..

BOTMAKERS + links (won’t let me link or tag anymore)

@mattscoquette ᱖ LINK

@cvnntagious ᱖ LINK

@sturnsrecord ᱖ LINK

@mattsbows ᱖ LINK

@sturnioz ᱖ LINK

@cupiidk1lls ᱖ LINK

More tba..

SERIES

@sturn777 𖦹 7 days

@delilahsturniolo 𖦹 a scholars secret

@Sweetshuga 𖦹 fantasies

@bernardsbendystraws 𖦹 comfort zone

@benardsbendystraws 𖦹 pink petals

@freshl6ve 𖦹 shut up and drive

more tba

MORE TBA..

[div4down]

𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 : ❛cocky, vivian west wood, pretty mf, likes to feel in control, possessive over his girl, convinced reader to start tiktok, convinced reader to move, impatient, but understanding, drinks his feelings away, time makes him anxious, christian dior, saggy pants, about his paper, sparks up anywhere, tucked chains, loves to tease reader in public, munch final boss, a$ap rocky, unbelievably unserious, good fucking guy, always right, likes to be babied in secret, manicures with his girl, platinum card, no one gets him like tory lanz❜

𝐈𝐓𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ──★ ˙🪷 ̟ !! 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

[tastesousweet]

pookie was so comfy in this video ughhhh

[pr3ttylittleslutt]

Smash.

[bambisribbon]

lip gloss

you force chris to make a tiktok with you, to the song Lip Gloss by Lil Mama.

a/n: first chris blurb yall. just a fair warning, it's very short. enjoy !

warnings: kissing, that's it. and lots of fluff.

you looked at yourself in the mirror as you put lip gloss on your lips. chris walks into the bathroom, and wraps his arms around your waist. he places his head on your shoulder and mutters "you look so hot baby, how did i get you to be with me?" you chuckle a bit, and say back "oh shut up, chris." you turn around and kiss him deeply. he smiles into the kiss and grabs you by your waist. you break the kiss, and look at him. a giggle slips out of your lips, and he looks at you with a concerned face. "what? is there something on my face or what?" he says, wiping his hand on his face. "no, no, it's just.. my lip gloss. it's all over your lips, baby." you says, now laughing.

he rolls his eyes at you, and looks at himself in the mirror, he mutters something about looking like an idiot, when you get an idea. after some convincing, he lets you put lip gloss on his lips, and make a tiktok. the song Lip Gloss by Lil Mama plays through your phone speakers, and you and Chris lip sync to it. you end the tiktok, and you grab his face into your hands. you pull him in for a long kiss, and he eventually breaks it. "you're beautiful y'know that?" he says, placing his hand on your thigh. you kiss him quickly once again, and you say to him, "and you're so handsome. i love you." he smiles, and says i love you back.

[mooki3-bear]

Who wants the drama (babydaddy!Chris sturniolo x black!fem!reader

Summary: A look into the morning with Chris as the father of your child

Warnings: None

“Chris, what are you doing here so early? It’s not your week,” you say as you open the door in nothing but a bonnet, plaid pajama pants, and a fresh love sweatshirt, to see your daughter's father.

“Why do I need an excuse to come and see my favorite girls” He leans in to kiss you on the cheek. As you push his face away with an eye roll you hear your three-year-old running around the corner. 

“Hi Babygirl” Chris exclaims as your daughter, Isa, runs into his arms. “You spending the night” your sweet, curly-haired, girl asks him.

“No, I'm sorry honey! Mommy doesn’t let me do the anymore” With that comment, you hit him on the arm as you make your way into the kitchen.

You and Chris decided to co-parent a year ago after a particularly bad falling out about how each of you wanted to raise Isa. You also just had different goals in life that just didn’t meet each other's so you decided to call it quits and just live separately. Besides all of the disagreements, you both still find a way to get along and raise a beautiful little girl.

Chris follows you into the kitchen with Isa in his arms. As he sets her at the table for breakfast he notices a big bouquet lying on the counter.  “Where’d you get these from, Trader Joe’s,” he says with a giggle.

“No, you fool. I got them from…someone”  You say, putting eggs on your daughter's plate. 

Chris’s smile instantly falls from his face as you look at the big smile that just appeared on yours. “What do you mean? Like, you went on a date with someone” he says as he circles the counter to stand next to you. 

“Why do I have to go on a date to get flowers? Maybe he gave them to me just for fun”

“He? What the hell do you mean he”

“Chris! Don’t curse in front of my child” You whisper, waving a spatula in his face. You both turn to see Isa staring at you both, eggs stuffed in her mouth.

You both mentally agree to go into the guest room to argue while she finishes eating.

“What’s his name”

“None of your business Christopher”

“Does Isa know about him?” he said, crossing his arms with furrowed eyebrows.

“No Chris! I went on one date with him and I'm not just gonna let her around anybody” Chris lets out a sigh as he sits himself on the bed.

“It’s been a year man. I need to get some too”

“What makes you think I'm getting anything” You quirk your eyebrow at the boy as he sits up on the bed.

“I'm serious y/n! I haven’t been with anyone since we broke up” he explains as he walks closer. He looks deeply into your eyes, waiting for a response from you. You by instinct put your hand on his arms as you lean in closer to him, inches away from his face.

“Aww…that sounds like a huge you issue” With that being said, you walk away to go get Isa ready for daycare.

After what felt like an hour, Chris follows you to meet you in the kitchen.

“I can take her today,” He says as he notices you packing the rest of Isa’s lunch. “You don’t have to do that Chris,” You say as you put the glittery lunch box into her purple backpack.

“Of course I can! I didn’t get my license for nothing” he states, standing proudly.

You roll your eyes as you shove her backpack into his hands, before bending down to tie Isa’s shoes.

“Have a good day princess! Make sure daddy walks you in ok” Isa nods her head as she gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“Aw damn, I forgot something,” Chris says as he pretends to look around.

“What is it” Before you can say anything else Chris sneakily gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing Isa and running out the door, the little girl giggling in his arms.

You yell Chris's name with a giggle before running behind him to see him putting Isa snug in her car seat.

Watching him, you couldn't help but think that there is no one else you would rather have to be your baby daddy.

[amsznn]

LICENSE

“chris are you sure about this?” you ask hesitantly as you stand on the passenger side of the car.

“babe trust me, i got my license for a reason.” chris stated before he got into the drivers seat and shut the door. you sighed before getting into the car as well.

“if you kill me, just take care of lola.” you were referring to you cat back at home, fearing how alone she would be if your boyfriend were to total this car with you in it.

“relaxxx, i got this.” chris chuckled before starting the car and removing it from the parking lot. you on the other hand made sure your seat belt was secured while also gripping the handle on the door; clearly tense.

the ride with chris had been going surprisingly smoothly so eventually you relaxed. “i genuinely can’t believe you’re driving right now.” you said while looking out the window, still in awe

“well you and matt were always on my ass about it.” chris jokingly rolled his eyes before making an abrupt stop.

you gave him a confused looked before looking out to see nick standing in front of the car, arms wide out, and extremely concerned.

“watch where you’re driving, you almost ran me the fuck over!” nick yells before quickly moving out of the way and back into the safety of their apartment. you looked back at chris before quickly exiting the vehicle.

“yeah, you’re not about to kill me either!” you say running off, ignoring chris’ protests. you’ll get in a car with your boyfriend behind the wheel someday.. just not today.

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a/n: just a little blurb! hope you guys have a happy holidays!