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𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼… (C.S ☁️)

Warnings: Just tooth rotting fluff, kissing, literally that's it. POV: First person (reader) Summary: Chris and you are having a quiet night in...

Chris is laying down on his back, yapping about his day. I'm half-listening, reading my book at the same time while leaning against his headboard. I put my novel down and crawl over, laying on my stomach so now my face is hovering over his, upside down. A bit like Spiderman and Gwen in that one alleyway scene.

His words get cut off by a grin, slightly flustered by my sudden attention. "What're you doin'?" He asks innocently. I shrug, giggling quietly for no reason. He brought me out of my shell, helping me to become much more affectionate over the course of our relationship (maybe a backstory..?).

"Nothing" I shrug. His hands reach out to play with my hair which has formed a curtain around us (sorry to all my short hair baddies 😭), twirling the strands between his fingers subconsciously. It may seem weird to others, but we loved staring at each other. It never felt awkward or weird, just... comforting. We could go on for ages, with no words being spoken, just looking at each other like we were studying pieces of art. Our highest record was an hour straight.

Chris smiles softly. "I love ya so much..." He leans in to press a gentle kiss against my lips. The corners of my lips curl upwards. "I love you too..."

He lets his eyes travel all over my face, from the soft shape of my nose, to my pink lips, and eventually ending up at my eyes. I reach down and absentmindedly start tracing over his familiar features, his eyes fluttering a bit in contentment. My finger runs over his sharp jawline, gaunt cheeks, high cheekbones, smile lines, full lips and the crinkles around his eyes. I travel along a path i've ran my hand over a countless amount of times, like i'm mapping him out to stay in my memory forever.

Both of us adored the feeling, of being loved, not judged, and just existing silently with someone we share so much of ourselves with. He is pretty loud on a regular basis, and I had fallen for his golden retriever personality and extroverted soul, but quiet moments like this made me realise how calm he could be. And how much we enjoyed the silence and lingering touches.

Light rain pitter-patters on the window, adding to the relaxed vibe of the dark room. Chris closes his eyes, my feathery touches and the soft sounds of the weather plus our breathing making him tired. I chuckle, tapping the tip of his nose. "You sleepy?" "Yea..." he mumbles. We shift around a little until we're both laying down, his head on my chest and him half on top of me. I scratch his scalp tenderly, loving the feeling of his hair in my fingers.

He hums, breathing already slowing down. Our hearts beat in unison, a steady rhythm that lulls us to sleep. The night is spent cuddled up in each other's arms, mumbling half-coherent words in our sleep, just so comfortable with each other.

So content.

A/N: Literally almost threw up writing this!! (I ate a lot of candy today). Also a lil break from the angst. New AU possibly..? (Chris x quiet!reader) TL: @hearts4werka @stvrnzcherries @m00nl1ghts1vt @spaghetti835928383 @pvssychicken @moonlightsturns @snowysosturn DONUT STEAL 🥶 Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3 -Ropitipop 👁👅👁

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CHAT ASK ME ANYTHING, I'LL ANSWER LATEERRR

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 (M.S 🌪)

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A/N: Inspo from a random ass line in this fic by @muwapsturniolo. Inspiration comes from the randomest things lmao. ALSO HAPPY VALENTINE'S HOESSS (lil late but whatever)

Warnings: SmUt, MATT THE MUNCH, oral (fem receiving), fingering, swearing, overstimulation, PAIN KINK MATT POV: Reader Summary: Matt wants a little valentine's day treat...

He ate her out until his jaw was sore...

My fingers ached from gripping his hair so hard.

Matt had been eating me out for... I don't even know how long. All that I know is that he'd been starving for his, quote un-quote, "Valentine's treat."

"C'mon baby, pleassee? Consider it your valentine's treat to me."

He had started off slow, with gentle licks and small kisses that relaxed me and my core instantly. Small shivers ran down my spine, goosebumps rising on my skin as I felt his locks slide across my hand. His hands joined soon after, holding my thighs apart with a slightly bruising grip for more of his my satisfaction.

But the small licks turned into drawn-out ones, and the kisses turned into sucking. As soon as his tongue made contact with my slick entrance with enough force to make me jump, I knew I was done for.

Matt had made sure to keep track of the amount of times I came, and he did this by pushing another finger in every time I did. Now we're up to three.

"Fuck- can't-" A small glance downwards shows me his proud smirk. Fucker loved his overstimulation. Whether it was giving or receiving, he'd take it anyday over 'normal' finishing. And I thought he'd be 100% vanilla.

One particular curl of his fingers caused me to cry out his name, tears beginning to gather in the corner of my eyes. My hands are completely tangled in his hair, pulling so hard he almost made me stop. Except he didn't want me to.

No, Matt liked the pain.

He liked how it showed him how good I felt. He liked how the vibrations from his moans caused mine to triple in volume (TRIPLET REFERENCE????). He liked feeling his strands get tugged, the tiny pricks on his scalp heightening the whole experience.

But then there's the other pain he's starting feel.

A dull ache in his jaw.

The repeated motions of his mouth working against me caused the muscle to strain a little. (dude it's 3am plz dont judge the truthfulness of this statement thank yew)

He'd thought about stopping, managing the soreness before it got too much, but he also didn't want to.

This man's pain kink was crazy.

So all of this together, my moans, taste, fingers grabbing at his hair, and his jaw hurting, was making him see stars.

His face burrows deeper in between my thighs, worshipping and drinking like I was the fountain of youth.

I'm crying out, back arching against the bed while simultaneously pushing him away and pulling him closer.

He keeps moving his fingers in and out, lapping at my cunt like he's been thirsty for decades. His tongue is working wonders, enveloping me like a warm hug. A warm, wet, and sticky hug.

And, for the 4th time, I come.

He swallows it all, not wasting a single drop. His red lips and chin are glistening with my essence as he pants. My moans die down to whimpers, relishing in the post-orgasmic bliss.

I sigh in relief, just starting to relax. But then my eyes snap fully open and a shriek is ripped from my throat when he adds all 4 fingers together.

He grins, watching my face contort in a mix of pleasure and slight pain. This man and pain...

"You didn't think we were done yet, did you baby?"

TL: @hearts4werka @stvrnzcherries @spaghettislut1 @pvssychicken @snowysosturn @sllutty-sturniolo @sturnmeovr @courta13 @shadowthesim237 @scorpio1205 @chrepsi dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3 -Ropitipop 👁👅👁

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Look, Chris and Matt are hot, ok. I love them both. They’re my favourite straight white guys.

but nick. Omfg. That mf is MAJESTIC

God created men, then lessened their suffering by sending them nick. They are so lucky. If I was a dude living within 20km of LA, you can bet your zooper doopers that I’M NOT GOING TO BE STRAIGHT. BRING OUT THE PRIDE FLAGS, GIMME ALL THE RAINBOW PEOPLE TIPS BY FRANKIE GRANDE, NICK IS SINGLE AND I’M A GAY ASS DUDE TWICE HIS AGE W/ THE BUSHIEST MOUSTACHE AND BIGGEST DICK (can you tell it’s almost 12am)

thanks for cumming to me ted talk

(Not meant to be disrespectful btw, I genuinely want him so bad)

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𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓭 (M.S 🌧/☁️)

☞ Masterlist Warnings: Angst, swearing, PERIOD PAINNNN 😍, crying, sobbing, did I mention pain? POV: First person (reader) Summary: It's that time of month! Excruciating pain! IT FUCKING HURTS, and ur boyfy Matty B helps comfort you 🥰

We're laying down in his bedroom, Matt hugging me from behind, breathing quietly in my ear. He's sound asleep, dead to the world around him, while I'm fading in and out of a light doze.

His bedroom door opens, and in comes his older brother Nick. The light flicks on, interrupting the somewhat comforting darkness of the room. I squint, suddenly blinded.   "Hm?" "Sorry to wake you up sleepyhead, I was just gonna see if Matt was awake" Nick says, walking in further. I shake my head to tell him that he's not, and he nods. "Turn the light off" I mumble, squeezing my eyes shut.

Nick sighs in amusement, turning it off. "All three of you are like vampires, I swear." He chuckles, referring to me and his two brothers. A wave of pain crashes into my abdomen, making me flinch. Nick's smile wavers. "Hey, you ok?" I nod, burrowing further down into the soft blankets. “Hurts” Nick nods sympathetically. “Do you need more painkillers?” I shake my head because I’d already taken some a few hours ago.

We talk for a few more minutes, but it’s mostly him yapping to distract me while I fail to get comfortable (I need Nick as my bestie so bad).

I keep shifting against Matt, and he groans in his sleep, getting slightly roused (not aroused SLUTS). He, half-asleep, clamps a hand down HARD on my stomach, pulling me backwards into him so I stop moving around. I wince, and Nick carefully pries Matt’s hand off, muttering under his breath about how his brother doesn’t know personal space.

“That idiot. He has no sense of his surroundings when he’s asleep.” I chuckle a little. “Yea, he moves around a lot.” Nick softly starts rubbing my stomach, trying to soothe the cramps. His palm is warm. "How's that feel..? Am I helping?" He asked. He was worried that nothing was working to make the pain go away. "Yea, thanks but it still-" I wince again. Because of our murmuring and my restlessness, Matt wakes up.

He slowly opens his eyes and groans, looking over at us two. "What's going on...?" He questioned, voice still groggy with sleep. "She's hurting a lot." Nick says, looking worried "And your dumbass kept hitting her in your sleep." Matt looks confused for a moment, before glancing down at where his arm is pushed off my stomach, and grimaces.

"Shit- sorry babe. I didn't realize I was doing that.." He looks guilty for his unconscious actions. I shake my head, reassuring him. "It's ok, you didn't do much. It's killing me though" Matt looked even more worried then, and he gently placed his hand on my stomach, feeling how much it hurt for himself. "God.. it feels like your stomach is on fire.. and the pain killers aren't doing anything?" He questioned, gently rubbing my stomach just like Nick had been doing. I shake my head, feeling more waves of pain wash over me.

It was too much. Nick leaves to make some tea, and my eyes fill with tears. Matt's widen, and he looks alarmed. "Hey hey hey..! It's okay, alright? Don't cry." He quickly tried to comfort me. The tears spill over, and the combination of pain and hormones make me start sobbing into his chest. He pulls me in closer, stroking the back of my head while whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

Matt helps me calm down, my cries slowing down to hiccups. The cramps had dulled down to a throb, just mildly uncomfortable at this point. Nick comes back in, grinning a bit sheepishly, and places a steaming cup of tea on the bedside table. "Sorry that took so long (like this fucking fic)" I sniff and shake my head, smiling to lessen his guilt.

"It's ok. Thank you." Nick nods and leaves, casting Matt a half-joking look of anger for his earlier actions. Matt rolls his eyes, and turns his attention back to me. He continues running his fingers through my hair, helping me relax. "Damn, this month's being a bitch, huh?" He mumbles. I don't reply, too exhausted by my outpour of emotions and the pain.

We stay like that for a bit, my stomach settling while he continues to comfort me. He turns on a movie and we cuddle under the sheets. His warm body is pressed against mine, while my head is tucked under his chin.

Matt is humming slightly, his breath tickling my head and making me giggle. A wide smile breaks out on his face, the mood instantly lifted. "Why're you getting so giggly huh?" He asks in mock-confusion. I shake my head fondly, lightly pushing his chest. "Shut up, dumbass" "Hey, this dumbass made you feel better. Also, i'm pretty smart." I roll my eyes "No you're not, idiot"

A/N: If you can't tell, it's my shark week 😔 AND IT HURTS SM OMFG. I need a cuddle from Chris rn. There was also a little throwback at the end (ogs will get it) TL: @hearts4werka @stvrnzcherries @spaghetti835928383 @pvssychicken @snowysosturn @sturnmeovr No shtealing Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3 -Ropitipop 👁👅👁

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Anyone ever read the greatest piece of fanfiction, rivalling shakespeare with its sturdy structure and fulfilling plotline, then realise it was made by a mutual

OMFG I'M LITERALLY LIKE

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𝓐 𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 (C.S ☁︎)

Warnings: Bit of angst, swearing, obsessive fans. Basically just fluff though Summary: Y/N and Chris have been dating for a year, and he decides to tell all his fans on a livestream. However, the response isn't what he wanted

You and Chris met in junior year through Nick. Nick thought you two's vibes just fit so well, and so after 3 years, you finally started dating. But none of you ever told the internet, since Chris was scared of all the jealous fangirls hating on you.

Now that was all about to change. You're fiddling with your fingers while sitting just outside of the camera's view, waiting for your boyfriend to start the stream and introduce you. He turns, and flashes a calming smile, "It's ok baby, they'll like you." You give him a nervous smile and nod. Of course he thought that, he wasn't the one dating the Chris Sturniolo (that would be weird). Chris starts the stream, and waits for the viewers to increase before loudly exclaiming, "HEYYY CHATTT. WELCOME TO THE STREAMMM." You read the comments coming in, ranging from greetings to thirsting over him. Some people ask where Matt is. "Sorry guys, no Matty B today. Both my brothers left me." He pretends to wipe a fake tear while you roll your eyes. "Anyways...I have a VERY special guest here with me today, and y'all won't believe it... BUT I GET BITCHES." The chat immediately fills with 'WHATTTT' 'WHO??' 'YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS' 'CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO GET YOUR LYING ASS OUT OF HERE' 'NO YOU'RE MINEEE.' You swallow, the words on screen not helping to settle your nerves. Chris waits for a moment, then grabs the arm of your chair, and rolls it over. "HERE SHE ISS. This is Y/N, my girlfriend of a year. Say hi!" You wave to the camera with a small smile. For a second, the chat stops. Then, messages flood through at a rapid pace, and you barely catch a glimpse of one before another's replaced it. From what you can see, people think you're pretty, they congratulate Chris, and he's sitting there with a goofy-ass smile on his face.

But then the air shifts. Jealous fans start spamming, dissing your face, your body, your hair, your smile, your makeup...everything. Insecurities you hadn't had since high school bubble up, and Chris' eyes widen. He's frozen for a second, before snapping out of his horrified daze, remembering how you got bullied in high school. "Hey...HEY. CHAT. CALM THE FUCK DOWN" But it's too late. It feels like nails are being raked across your skin, sticking in your brain and making you believe everything these people are saying. Obviously they didn't know you had issues with your looks, they were just hating on the woman who'd 'stolen' their man.

Chris is pissed, rightfully. He'd been so excited to share this part of his life with his fans, but their vibe was completely off. He mutes his mic, and takes your wrist, sitting you down on his bed. By now, tears have started gathering in your eyes. "Hey...look at me. Baby, don't listen to them, they're all just jealous someone's dating your hot boyfriend" He grins cheesily. You sniffle, and roll your eyes. "Shut up."

Meanwhile, other people have started cracking down on the haters, calling them out for being jealous and asking for you two to come back. Chris walks back over, and turns the mic on. "Alright chat, you guys get one more chance to see this thick- I mean very beautiful woman on this stream. If there's more hate i'm turning it off, capisce?" The chat spams apologies and agrees wholeheartedly. Some haters still get through, but their messages are drowned out by support. You walk over slowly, sit back down, and Chris loops an arm around your shoulders. "Ok, let's do this again. This is my amazing, hot girlfriend Y/N. Introduce yourself babe." You nod, and talk about yourself a little, still a bit camera shy. Everyone's gushing over how cute Chris is with you, and how nice you are. Questions are being asked every second, and you answer as many as you can while your man sits beside you, absolutely ecstatic. All too soon, for the viewers anyway, Chris decides to end the stream. You say goodbye, and the people watching are begging for more. "Maybe we might do a second one later guys. Ooh, we can play 20 questions or something, how does that sound babe?" Chris asks. "Hmm...that's a good idea. We can answer like, couple questions too" You agree. You guys say your goodbyes, and then turn off the stream. Chris picks you up, slinging you over his shoulder and throwing you down onto his bed as you shriek. "CHRIS!" He gives you another goofy smile, and lays down next to you. "Sorry about what they said baby" He murmurs. He felt bad, the one time you decide to come on camera with him turning out horribly. You smile and shake your head. "It's ok Chris. Not my fault they can't handle me dating my 'hot boyfriend'" You mock his words from earlier. He chuckles, and rolls his eyes. "I'm not just hot. I'm pretty smart too" "No you're not, idiot"

A/N: OMFG FIRST FIC AHHHH. 2021 me would be proud. Honestly, I have no idea what I just wrote, but please gimme feedback, and please don't steal. 🙏😔 BYEE, LOVE YOU ALL <3 Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3 ☞ Masterlist

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This Chris fr (and me, potatoes r life)

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AWWWWWWW THESE LITTLE CHILDREN WTF

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FACE REVEAL

will be taken down soon.

NO REBLOGGING, SCREENSHOTTING OR ANYTHING PLEASEEE

TAGS @chrislilcumslvt @middlepartmatt @dykes4chris @pr3ttylittleslutt @snowysosturn @matts-girlfriend @stvrnzcherries @slxt4chriss @chrisslittleslut @nickgurl4life

Js wait

GET EDGED

Jk

TOO LATEEEEE (jk im the sturniolo triplets)

Divider by @bernardsbendystraws

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𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 (C.S 🌪)- Pt 2/2

"I broke you just to own you..."

Warnings: SMUTTTT, swearing, unprotected sex, mentions of drinking and alcohol, Rough dom!Chris, Sub virgin!reader, degrading, edging, fingering, pet names... 👀 POV: First person(reader) Summary: Years of waiting later, and Chris finally gets his hands on you after an infamous Tara Yummy party...

(Continuing from part 1)

TIMESKIP TO THE END OF THE PARTY:

It's currently 2am. Matt had gone home with Nick early since the latter drank too much and didn't feel good, telling me and Chris to take an Uber back. There's around 20 people left, and all of them are either wasted or taking care of a drunk friend. I'm still somewhat sober, sitting with Tara and Paige, my last drink in my hand. Tara looks around. "Looks like the party's winding down." "Yea, but it was awesome, like always." She gives me a kiss on the cheek for my kind words. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Chris standing with some other guys. But he's looking at me, and I feel butterflies in my stomach as he walks up to us. "You ready to go yet?" He asks. I quickly finish my glass, and nod. "Yea, i'm ready." He nods, and says bye to my friends as he walks away to call an Uber. Tara gives me a knowing glance, but I ignore it and hug her and Paige goodbye.

Chris and I wait outside silently, the air fizzing with tension. Our Uber finally arrives, and we get in, keeping the middle seat between us. The driver stops a little bit away from the triplet's home, and we get out, walking down the dark street while making some small talk. I don't know when talking to him became so awkward, but his god-like jawline and bright blue eyes being brought out by the streetlights certainly weren't helping my confidence. The walk had never felt so long, and the alcohol running through our veins was only heightening the atmosphere.

We reach the front door, and Chris turns to me. "You want to come inside?" I nod, desperate to be in the warm house and out of the dark, chilly night. He watches me enter, and shuts the door softly. As we go up the stairs, I note that only the kitchen light is on, and everything else is silent. The other two are asleep. Chris lets out a shaky breath from behind me, and I don't register that it's from the view he's getting as I climb. (Ass man fr). I fill up a glass of water, taking slow sips to wash away the drunkenness a little. Chris leans back against the counter, watching me with predatory intent. He could practically feel his dominant side rising to the surface, making it hard to hold back. His eyes darken slightly. "That's a dangerous look you're wearing doll..." The alcohol in his system make the words easy to come out, while I stand there frozen, processing what he just said. I turn to him, putting my glass down. "Really?" I ask, tilting my head a little. I'm getting very affected too, even more so as Chris pushes himself off the counter and backs me into the island. His eyes scan over me, but this time his desire is unmistakable. "Yea ma...lookin' real good tonight." He says in an almost-growl. I swallow, looking up at him because of our height difference.

He smirks, enjoying the way i'm looking at him right now. His eyes run down to my exposed shoulders and neck, and he gets a vivid image of his marks all over them. His resolve weakens. His voice turns huskier as he leans in. "What do you say doll? You want to get claimed?" Those words are ones i'd been wanting to hear for a long, long time. I nod, and something inside him clicks. Suddenly, both his arms are on either side of my hips, basically caging me between them. The look on his face is dark and possessive, his eyes roaming my body like a starving man. He leans down and buries his face in my neck, taking in my scent. My breath hitches, and he grins. "Words. And you sure? Once I start, I won't be able to stop." I nod again, and mumble in a shaky voice. "Yes...please." He pulls away, eyes locked onto me, the hunger and primal desire behind the dark look he's giving me is intense. He grabs my wrist, gently but still forcefully tugging me down the stairs to his room. As soon as he locks the door, i'm shoved back against it and he roughly smashes his lips onto mine. I let out a soft moan, my hands gripping his forearms while his mouth moves feverishly against mine. His knee slots in between my legs, rubbing up a little which cause my grip to tighten. His tongue pushes into my mouth, completely taking over and not leaving room for me to resist. Not that I want to, and he knows that.

The kiss is surely going to leave bruises, tasting like alcohol and fruity lip gloss. He grabs the underside of my thighs, and lifts me like it's nothing. My legs wrap around his waist, arms around his neck, tugging the soft hair at the base. I grab his cap, throwing it off his head so my hands could tangle further. He turns, holding me tightly before dropping me onto his soft bed. I bounce slightly, propping myself up on my elbows. He takes off his shirt with a hand, the other popping the buckle on his belt. My heart rate picks up, thighs clenching together subconsciously before he rips them apart and settles in between my legs.

I gasp as Chris tugs the dress down my body, leaving me in only black lace. He leans down, his hands on either side of my head as his eyes roam my body, taking every curve in, as if it's the first time he's seeing me, and he was hungry for it. His lips connect with mine again, my fingers threading through his locks, before he grabs both my wrists and holds them above my head in a hand. His other one trails down my exposed body, into the gap between my thighs. I whimper softly as he runs a finger along my dampened panties. "Chris- please-" He chuckles, amused at my desperation.

"What's wrong? Want something?" I whine a little. "Need...fuck." "Need what? C'mon, you were all talk back at the party. What's wrong now? Cat got your tongue?" He sneers. I absolutely hated the way he was talking to me. But I also loved it. He suddenly attaches his mouth to my neck, sucking harshly. He bites down hard enough for it to feel painful, but in a good way. I let out a cry, bucking my hips up into his, accidentally brushing against his erection. He hisses against my neck, pulling back. "Shhiit...tryna tease me huh? Don't fuckin' forget who's on top right now." I mumble out a strained "Sorry-", but get cut off as his fingers dip into me. My thighs try to close, but his hips stop them. He's smirking while I try to get my hands free, fingers not stopping their rapid movements in and out.

His name is a gasp leaving my lips, practically begging for him to do something, anything. He curls his digits, hitting my g-spot with a precision that makes me question whether he's done this before. Well, I would've if my mind worked. His thumb starts working on my clit, euphoria adding to the unfamiliar heat building up in my stomach. I realise what it is. "Chris- gunna- fuck i'm gunna-" He stops, taking his fingers out and stopping his ministrations. I whine, my eyes filling with tears of frustration. "Aww, mean ol' Chris didn't let poor little Y/N come yet?" He pouts in fake sympathy. He sits up, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulling them down. "You gotta help me out too, doll. Y'know what that dress did to me tonight? You're lucky I managed to hold myself back from dragging you into a bathroom."

A few moments later, and I'm gasping for air while his tip roughly brushes my cervix. His grunts mingle with my moans, my hands clawing at his forearms which are holding him up. "Try to- stay quiet... unless you want my brothers to hear how good I'm makin' you feel?" Chris murmurs into my ear, his voice rough with exertion and pleasure. I shake my head, biting my lip as my eyes roll back.

"Fuck- harder, please" He groans, speeding up his movements. He grabs one of my thighs, hitching it around his waist and going deeper. His dick hits the spongy spot within me that makes me gasp loudly and arch into him. He shudders and smirks. "There, huh?" "Right- there- FUCK" The burning had long since been overtaken by overwhelming bliss. He ruts his hips like there's no tomorrow, bringing us both closer to the edge with each stroke. And finally, I feel it again. My stomach tenses, and I moan loudly as the tension snaps and I cum around his length. He groans loudly, gripping my hips tight enough that there will be bruises, and pants my name as he finishes too. Warm seed paints my walls, and we both collapse into a heap on his bed, breathing heavily.

"Fuck..." I whimper. Chris pushes himself off me, and rolls onto the side, pulling me into him. "You good ma?" He asks, eyes hazy and filled with slight concern. I nod, cupping his face and pulling his lips to mine for a soft kiss. We stay like that for a second, before a loud knock interrupts the moment, making us jump. Matt yells. "FINALLY, CAN WE GET SOME FUCKING SLEEP?"

A/N: SORRY FOR THE LONG-ASS WAIT (idek if this is good omfgg...as y'all can see, the build up was much longer than the actual smut, hope y'all liked it though) As always, please give feedback and don't steal.🙏😔. LOVE YOU ALL <3 Taglist: @hearts4werka @m00nl1ghts1vt ☞ Masterlist Dividers by @issysh3ll and @bernardsbendystraws <3 -Ropitipop 👁👅👁

[trevorsgodmother]

OMFG.

don’t EVEN REMIND ME

GRADE 6 WAS A DARK PLACE

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

[trevorsgodmother]

𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 (C.S ⭐️)

☞ Masterlist Warnings: Mentions of the word 'daddy' (throws up), swearing, Chris being an idiot, nothing else tbh POV: First person (reader) Summary: Chris, your boyfriend, is having dinner with your family for the first time. But a small request turns things awkward...

After the introductions, we all sit down at the table. Me, Chris, my older brother, and my parents. It had been nerve wracking for both of us, especially me. I'd been scared of Chris meeting my dad, since the latter is protective and doesn't take bullshit. Chris is a fairly goofy guy, but he managed to tone it down for this evening.

At least, I thought.

Everything is going good, the food’s warm, conversation’s flowing, and it’s a generally comfortable atmosphere. Until I think about my food too hard. While my brother’s chatting about hockey with Chris, my taste buds alert my brain of something missing.

Salt. I look around the table until my eye catches the green shaker, situated between the plates of my dad and my boyfriend. It’s too far out of my reach, so I innocently call out.

“Pass the salt daddy?”

In the moment right after, I realise my mistake. Oh shit-

My dad reaches for the salt. And so does Chris. The young boy freezes, but it’s too late to act like he was stretching. My dad freezes too, his gaze narrowing.

My brother’s jaw drops. My mum looks shocked. All because of one, stupidly sexualised word (FOR NO REASON). Chris laughs awkwardly, trying to play it off. “Hehe, uh, funny joke, right?” I mentally grab his collar and shake some sense into him. That idiot.

I fake laugh too, smacking his arm hard enough that he realises his acting is horrible. My dad does not think it’s a funny joke.

His voice is cold as he replies. “Now tell me son, why did you go for the salt shaker when she asked me to grab it?” Chris swallows, looking for me for help. But after the initial surprise, I was struggling to hold back a laugh. My brother was snorting into his sleeve. Even my mother was giggling a little. Chris looked hopeless, getting flamed by this older man while his family were all finding this hilarious.

“He didn’t mean it dad, c’mon. It was a joke” Chris eagerly nods, agreeing with me. “Yes sir- it was a joke, sorry-”

My dad sized the poor boy up for a torturous amount of time. The clock ticking on the wall fills the deafening silence as we listen for his ‘verdict’.

He waits, one minute, two, before shaking his head and sighing.

“You kids and your weird humour. I’m too old for this”

Chris immediately relaxes, an easy grin spreading across his face, before my father’s stern expression makes him sit up.

“Uh, you don’t seem old sir. You could fool me” I shoot an incredulous look at him. What the fuck was he saying?

He only gets a blank reaction from my dad. Before he breaks out into a roaring laugh, shattering the tension.

“You’re just like me when I was your age boy” Chris perks up, but his face lights up as my dad adds, with a somewhat disturbed look.

“Except I didn’t make my girlfriend call me daddy”

A/N: Guys I have no motivation to finish my Matt fic yet, so here you go! I thought about this idea one night and started laughing. Lil goofy lowk Also it’s 11pm, so ignore any grammar mistakes please and thank yew ✨ TL: @hearts4werka @stvrnzcherries @spaghetti835928383 @pvssychicken @snowysosturn @sturnmeovr Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3 -Ropitipop 👁👅👁

[trevorsgodmother]

𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮… (M.S 🌪)

"Wish you were here right now All of the things i'd do" ☞ Masterlist

Warnings: Smutty smut, CYBER SEX, fingering, jerking off, swearing, pet names, getting caught (?), mentions of spicy pics teehee POV: First person (Matt and reader) Summary: You missed Matt too much, and get an idea...

(Your POV)

I'm currently sitting on my bed, bored out of my mind. My roommate was out for the day, and all my other friends were working. The only other person I could think of bothering was Matt, but he lived 3 hours away. It was annoying, the long distance, but we made it work. I wonder if he would be busy.

Then, I get an idea.

(Matt's POV)

I doom scroll through my phone, unwinding after the long, busy day me and my brothers had. They'd retreated to their own rooms, leaving my floor completely quiet, which was rare.

I was debating on calling my girlfriend, but didn't want to seem needy or overwhelming because we'd called earlier today.

A ping alerts me of a notification. I smile as I see the contact name. My girlfriend. That solved my problem. I click on the notification from SnapChat, leading to a snap. That was a bit weird, usually she just sent photos through messages. Unless...

I click the red square to open it. And my mouth goes dry. It's a mirror selfie of her sitting on her bed, in a blue lingerie set I'd bought her last month for our anniversary.

Holy fuck-

I feel a stirring in my pants, biting my lip as I screenshot the picture and save it to my hidden folder. Great. Now I'm rock hard.

(Your POV)

I giggle as I accept the call, my voice innocent. "Hi Matt. I missed you." I hear a sigh of exasperation from the other line. "You know I could've been around my brothers. Where was the warning??" I smirk at his breathlessness, knowing what's going on with him 'down there'. Even though he can't see me, I twirl my hair, putting on a slightly seductive tone. "Something tells me you wouldn't have minded." His breath hitches as he murmurs. "You're insane. And stop being all cocky"

The rustling of fabric makes a grin spread across my lips. "Whatcha doing then, Matt?" "You know exactly what I'm doing" His rough voice catches me off guard, and my dark blue panties are instantly soaked.

I swallow, shifting down a bit to get comfortable. My free hand trails down my body as I hear him start to grunt. “Matt-“ My voice is whiny, already full of need. I rub over my underwear first, letting myself get wetter.

But I can't hold back.

Every groan from him makes it harder to resist giving into my arousal, and so, as soon as my hand dips under my waistband, I'm in heaven. My fingers skillfully slide up and down my slick heat, gathering my wetness on my fingers. Every stroke makes me bite my lip harder, probably leaving a deep indent. I tease myself a little, then push my fingers in, gasping loudly at the penetration.

One hand is holding the phone to my ear, listening to my boyfriend pleasure himself, while the other is helping me get off to the sound of him.

My fingers moving in and out at a fastening pace causes high-pitched sounds to leave my lips, forgetting about my neighbours for a second. Not that I cared, it felt way too good.

(Matt's POV) (god grant me the strength)

As soon as my hand wrapped around my erection, I let out a deep sigh of relief. That picture had affected me wayyy more than it should've. Then again, I had carefully chosen that set to highlight her best features.

And it definitely did.

Her breath hitching on the other end as she heard me start pumping gave me a boost of confidence (guys i lowk dk how to write jerking off but oh well).

My calloused fingers felt heavenly against my hard cock, each motion making small whimpers escape my lips. I steadily spread my precum down my shaft while satisfying myself. "You don't know how good it is to hear your voice darling-" I rasp out. My eyes are half-lidded as I imagine her hand on me instead, her acrylics sparkling in the low lighting.

My stroking grows more erratic as I hear squelching from the other end.

The combination of her moans while she touched herself plus the sounds of her fingers working were sending me to the edge fast.

My hand quickens, hips jerking up in time to meet my movements. "Fuuckkk, baby- 'm so close-" I groan, eyes fluttering.

She whines softly, and I can tell she is too. "Fuck- Matt-" My stomach tightens, and my dick twitches as she says my name.

"Do- do that again baby-" She moans my name again, and I gasp as I tighten my hold and cum. I let out a guttural groan as hot ropes land on my hand and stomach, my eyes scrunched shut in pleasure.

(Your POV)

As soon as I hear him finish, my body tingles and the band in my tummy snaps. I cry out as I coat my fingers, slowing down my pace to ride out the orgasm.

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, I wipe my fingers onto my bed sheets.

We stay quiet for a second, before Matt murmurs out. "You ok baby?"

I sigh and nod, then realise he can't see me. "Yes. That was..." "Incredible" He finishes. I pull my blanket up over me, snuggling into the comfort of my bed. "So, about that picture..." I tease. He groans softly. "Fuck, don't even remind me of that." "Why, you gonna get hard again?"

Matt scoffs (ominous music plays as the characters fade into the distance). "I mean, can you blame me baby? You looked absolutely delicious in that set."

My cheeks flush, the words adding to my post-orgasmic bliss and almost making me speechless. "Shut- shut up Matt"

I hear him chuckle, but my ringtone interrupts our moment. I pull the screen away to see who it is, and my brow furrows. "Hang on, someone's calling me." "Who is it?" He asks curiously.

"It's... Nick?" I hear his tone shift as he grunts, annoyed. "What the shit does he want? It's almost 8 in the evening!" "I don't know. I'll call you back, ok?" He sighs, grunts again in acceptance, and cuts our call.

(Matt's POV)

I wait for what seems like forever, immediately back to my doom scrolling. I'm silently cursing my brother for cutting our phone call short, since I was already getting aroused again just thinking of her in that set-

My phone buzzes.

I pick up as fast as possible. "Hello? Babe?" All I hear is laughing and slight choking. "Um...are you ok?" She just keeps going, her breathing getting slightly strained. Finally, her giggles have died down enough to say; "Nick- asked me if- I was over." I'm confused. "Wait, why?"

What she says next mortifies me, making me freeze to my core. My girlfriend, however, could not give less of a fuck that I'd never live this down with my brothers.

"He heard you moaning my name-"

A/N: First smut fic about my boy Matty B <3 (I feel so awkward writing smut bro) DONOT STEAL MUAHAHAH (🎀) Taglist: @hearts4werka @stvrnzcherries @spaghetti835928383 @pvssychicken @snowysosturn @sllutty-sturniolo @sturnmeovr Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws and @issysh3ll -Ropitipop 👁👅👁

[trevorsgodmother]

𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻…(C.S 🌧)-pt. 1

ALL PARTS Warnings: Angst, swearing, mentions of death and getting drunk, crying, denial POV: Third person/first person(Chris) Summary: Y/N's been gone for so long...but Chris still isn't used to it

Chris stumbles into his room at 3am, drunk. His vision's blurry, and it feels like he's floating. He manages to change out of his hoodie and jeans, and into pyjama pants, slipping into bed, immediately grabbing his girlfriend and hugging her close to him. She smiles softly, the smell of alcohol hitting her. "Hey, Chris, are you drunk?" He looks up at her hazily, and nods. "Mhm...'m so tired. Sorry if I woke you up...sorry..." She giggles softly, running a hand through his messy hair. "It's ok baby, I was waiting for you. How do you feel?" He snuggles closer into her, his drunkenness making him extra clingy. "Feel fine...wanna sleep..." "Ok baby, we can sleep."

TIMESKIP TO THE MORNING: (Chris' POV)

I wake up, wincing as my hangover causes a pounding headache to start. I look around, confused. "Y/N?" Matt, who was dozing in the corner, wakes up fully. "Chris. Are you ok? You were drunk as fuck last night-" "Matt, where's Y/N-" I stop speaking, my face crumbling in realisation. Whenever I got drunk, I forgot that the love of my life had died 3 months ago. Time wasn't healing me at all, regardless of what my therapist had said. Matt walks over to me, pulling my slumped form into a hug. The tears start quickly, not giving me time to stop them. I cry quietly into my brother, the loss hitting me for what seems like the millionth time since that night.

"Hey...hey buddy, you're ok, it's ok. Did you dream about her again?" Matt asks. I nod, clutching his shirt tightly. "It felt- so real-" I choke out. My breathing's ragged. These dreams i've been having feel like reality, and waking up brings me to the crushing realisation that they're not. That I'll never see her again, hug her, kiss her, do anything with her...my sobs intensify. Matt sighs, stroking my hair softly. Just like she did in those fucking dreams. Nick peeks in, and his face falls. He took her death hard too, she was his best friend and he was the reason we met. He sits down next to me quietly, patting my back while I let out yet more sadness in the form of tears. It was never ending, feeling like it swallowed me whole while I tried to heal. After I calm down enough, Matt slowly stands up. "You want something to eat?" I blink. Right, eating. I knew if it wasn't for my brothers, I probably wouldn't remember to take care of myself. It got hard, and I was so thankful for them. "Yes please."

A/N: Lil intro to the seriessss. Literally cried, idk if it's just me but sometimes the thought of death being so 'permanent' makes me wanna sob. If y'all wanna be in this series' taglist, just shoot an ask <3 Taglist: @hearts4werka @m00nl1ghts1vt @stvrnzcherries Please give feedback and don't steal 🙏😔.

Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws <3 -Ropitipop 👁👅👁

[trevorsgodmother]

RAWR WTF (i love finding things from months ago and reblogging them teehee)

exactly how he looks pushing your head further down on his dick but idk 🤷‍♀️