#see you in boston soon | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

chris-hallelujah · 2 months ago

Text

Have You Ever Tried This One? pt. 2 | m.s.

Part One Here!

Warnings: foul language, oral (m and f receiving), alcohol usage

Word Count: 1.8k words

My Master List

Join my tag list : @matthewsroses @lvrsturniolo @sturnzsblog @nickgurl4life

Enter my giveaway!! (closes 11/15)

Divider by: @anitalenia

A/N: Thank you all for the love on part one! I was not expecting it to get the attention it did. Thank you again @delilahsturniolo for the inspo and letting me make your idea my own. I'm sorry if it feels rushed -- I knew you all were waiting for this so I tried to hurry!!

<3 - Billie

The lights in the arena darkened and you disappeared from the view of the crowd's view. "Goodnight Boston, I'll see you soon!" You called into the mic before handing it off to someone on stage crew. Your manager handed you a water bottle which you gladly took. Making your way back to your dressing room, she fussed over your hair and outfit.

"There are a few journalists who want to speak with you and those boys you invited backstage," she said powdering your face. You waved her off.

"I just got done with a concert, they can deal with a little bit of imperfection," you laughed walking out of your dressing room. In the lobby area backstage you saw the triplets with Chris' girlfriend standing against a wall. You waved at them to acknowledge them quickly before you had to deal with the few journalists. After about 10 minutes of interviews and answering questions, you were finally free. You sauntered over to the group with a smile. "Hi! I'm so sorry to keep you all waiting! I'm Billie, it is so nice to meet you all," You exclaimed shaking each of their hands as they introduced themselves. Your hand lingered connected to Matt's for a few seconds longer than the others. He was quiet, shy as you all conversed. Chris and Nick did most of the talking. "I've seen some of your videos. You guys are hilarious," you smiled looking across all of them but then locking eyes with Matt.

"Y-you've seen our videos?" he asked surprised, earning a nod from you.

"I have and I'm really honored you all came tonight. I hope you enjoyed the show." You all chatted for a bit before your manager passed by giving you a look to wrap it up. "It was great to get to meet you all. And, Matt, if you're up for it, I'd love to chat more." You flashed him a confident smile and handed him a paper with your number on it. He took it with a shaky hand, staring at it wide eyed.

"Yea, no, that - yea sounds good," he blurt out earning a laugh from his brothers.

"You might have broke him," Nick teased.

After you all parted ways you made your way back to your hotel room. The hot shower water ran down your body as you felt your muscles relax. The plush bathrobe hugged your body as you climbed out of the shower and, as if on cue, your phone buzzed.

Hey, you put on a great show tonight. Thanks for the handcuffs. Now I just need to put them to use ;)

You're too sweet and a bit more bold when your brothers aren't around to tease you

They're a piece of work lol when can I see you again?

I'm at the four seasons room 311

Matt stared at his phone in shock. He never would have expected you to just give him the information for your hotel room. He quietly snuck out of his bedroom, not wanting to have to deal with telling Nick and Chris that he was going to see you.

You quickly freshened up, enough to look cute but not too much that you looked desperate. About 15 minutes later there was a knock at your hotel room door. Matt's face greeted you as you opened it. He was leaning against the wall with a slight smirk. You could already tell that he was a different Matt than you'd met earlier. "Hey, pretty girl," he spoke smoothly.

A slight blush crept your cheeks as you moved aside to let him in. You took in his all black outfit, noting how nice it looked on him. "Hi Matt," you smiled. Matt looked around, taking in the fancy hotel suite you were in.

"Nice place you got here. All of your tour stops this fancy?" he asked sitting down on the sofa.

You laughed a bit, "I try and make them feel like home a bit. Traveling so much can be exhausting and it's nice to come back to a hotel room that has all that I need in it." Shuffling through the mini fridge, you pulled out some wine. "You want some?" He nodded leading you to pour two glasses. You took a spot next to him on the sofa, not leaving much room between you, but enough for it to not be awkward. "So, tell me about you. What do I need to know about Matt Sturniolo?" you asked.

He took a sip of the wine before turning fully to face you, "Well, as you know I'm a triplet. I'm the middle one. We've been doing YouTube since-"

You cut him off shaking your head. "I don't want to know about your brothers. Tell me about you." This caused Matt's head to spin. He wasn't used to people only wanting to learn about him. People always loved Chris for his looks and Nick for his humor, but sometimes Matt felt swept under the rug. ((I'm crying writing this))

A smile on his face, he took a different approach, "Okay well, I really like nature. I feel so at peace when I'm outside. I also used to be really into reading. Fell outta that for a while, but I'm starting to pick it up again." The two of you chatted getting to know each other and finishing the bottle of wine quicker than either of you had planned.

It had been an hour of just drinking and talking and before you knew it your legs were draped over his lap, hands in his hair. He had his lips attached to yours as he held your hips. You weren't quite sure how you got there, but you weren't complaining. Matt pulled away slightly, earning a whine from you. Both of you breathing heavily, he leaned his forehead against yours. "You sure about this, miss popstar?" he said, teasing you slightly. You giggled and nodded, placing your lips on his neck. He groaned, tilting his head back to give you more access. You trailed down his jawline, then his neck, and to his collarbone leaving bites and kisses in your path. A flash of pink covered your eyes as Matt tugged your shirt off over your head and tossed it to meet his on the floor. He picked you up and tossed you onto the bed. Something caught your eye, peeking out of his back pocket. Something pink. With fur? Oh my god.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you tugged the fuzzy pink handcuffs you had gifted him at the concert out of his back pocket. "I see you wanted to break in your gift," you smirked, twirling them on your finger. He chuckled snatching them from you and tossing them to the side.

"Don't worry, pretty girl, they'll get used soon," he winked. His pants hit the floor and your eyes trailed down his body. Before you knew it, you found yourself on your knees in front of him. "Such a good girl. Didn't even have to tell you," he smirked. You were practically drooling at the sight of him. Your hand wrapped around his length causing him to hiss slightly. As your lips enclosed around his tip, his hand found home in your hair. Your tongue swirled around him slowly before you closed the distance between your lips and his groin. He groaned loudly as you took him in deeper. Impulsively, his hand pushed your head further, causing a choking noise to leave you. "Shhh, you got it, princess. Doin' - ah - doing so well," he moaned as your head bobbed. As you moved your head back and forth, your hand covered what didn't fit in your mouth. It did not take long for Matt's hand to coerce you a bit more forcefully as you noticed his body tense up. "Oh fuck, keep goin," he moaned. A few more pumps later you felt his load shoot into your mouth as he groaned loudly, squeezing his eyes shut. You pulled off of him with a slight 'pop' and sat with a satisfied grin on your face. He let out a deep breath before looking down at you.

Next thing you knew, your back hit the mattress and Matt hovered over you. "Better wipe that smirk off that pretty little face," he chuckled. To your right you heard the sound of metal clinking. Matt's hand gathered your small wrist and cuffed you to the bed. You looked up at the handcuffs and back at him whimpering slightly. Your arms wiggled causing the metal to clank against the headboard. "What? Can't handle what you dish out?" he smirked and trailed kisses down your torso. When he reached your underwear, his eyes met yours again for approval. As you nodded, he discarded your thong onto the floor. Your hips twitched in anticipation as you felt his breath on your core. The wide grin on his face was undeniable as he watched you already writhing beneath him. "So sensitive," he chuckled tracing circles on your thigh, "barely even touched you yet."

"Matty, please," you whined. He ended your suffering licking a stripe up your folds. Your hips lifted at the contact and you gasped loudly. He quickly shoved your hips back down to the bed and held them there with his hands, probably leaving bruises that would show tomorrow. Matt explored you with his tongue, taking note on what made your legs shake. As his tongue circled your clit, he felt your hips try to raise against his hands. "Oh! Matt fuck" you moaned loudly. He smiled against you knowing he figured out your weakness. He continued to work your bundle of nerves until you were a writhing, moaning mess underneath him. The noise of the handcuffs fighting the headboard earned a laugh from Matt's mouth that vibrated against you. Your body tensed as your climax built up. He slipped a finger into you, thrusting quickly as his tongue danced against your clit. You felt pleasure take over your body. "Matt - my god! Don't stop!" you cried out. He continued to ride out your orgasm until your body relaxed and you panted against the bed. He carefully removed his fingers from you and crawled up to meet your eyes. Your lips wrapped around his fingers, tasting yourself as you licked them clean. He removed his fingers from your mouth and unlocked the handcuffs.

A soft kiss landed on your forehead as he pulled his t shirt over your head. You smiled climbing under the covers. Pulling his boxers back on before he climbed into bed with you. The night was spent wrapped in each others' arms.

The morning light showed through the curtains as you woke. After cuddling up to Matt for a few more minutes, you reached for your phone. Your eyes widened as you saw messages from your manager. Attached was an article titled, "YouTube Triplet Seen at Pop Star's Hotel." You knew this was not going to end well with your publicity team but, boy, was it worth it.

#matt sturniolo #Matthew sturniolo #Chris sturniolo #Christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matt stuniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #Spotify

648 notes · View notes

ghsface · 22 days ago

Text

Hot day - Matt Sturniolo

Sumary: You and Matt have the house alone on a very hot day and you decide to provoke him a little...

Warnings: smut +18, sexual tension, explicit content, use of fingers, unprotected sex (don't do it), soft!dom!matt, no use of y/n, I think that's all.

A/n: bro i literally love this, btw this is a story with two parts one hotter than the other, part two soon

⛧°。 ⋆༺ ✮ ༻⋆。 °⛧

The summer heat invaded every corner of the house. The windows were open, but not even the breeze was enough to alleviate the stifling temperature. Nick was in Korea with Madison Beer, and Chris was in Boston, which left the house for just you and Matt. The day promised to be quiet, but you had other plans.

You woke up early, with one clear idea in mind: play with the limits of Matt's patience. You knew what you did to him when you wore certain outfits, and today you weren't going to be discreet. You put on a tiny top, one that barely covered your breasts, leaving your abdomen completely exposed. You paired that with a thong in Matt's favorite color, knowing full well that it was his weakness.

You looked at yourself in the mirror before going downstairs. You smiled as you imagined his reaction; Matt wasn't the type to hide what he felt, and you loved that.

You went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, letting the aroma of coffee and the crunch of bacon wake Matt up. You heard him move around the room, probably surprised that you were up before him. Shortly after, his footsteps echoed outside the room, and you felt him enter the kitchen before you even saw him.

“Why so early?” he mumbled, his voice hoarse from sleep, as he leaned against the counter.

“It’s too hot to stay in bed,” you said, turning to face him. His gaze automatically dropped to your body, stopping at your top before returning to your face.

Matt frowned slightly, as if he was trying to process what he was seeing. “Is that what you’re wearing today?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but the slight tone in his voice made it clear to you that he wasn’t as nonchalant as he appeared.

“It’s hot, don’t you think?” you replied with an innocent smile, turning back to the stove to continue cooking. You made sure to move in a way that your hips stood out, knowing that Matt couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

He didn’t answer right away, but you felt his gaze burning into your back. Eventually, he walked over and sat down on one of the chairs at the island, his attention divided between the food and your body.

Breakfast was a silent game of glances and small accidental brushes. Every time you passed by him, you made sure your fingers brushed his or your hips barely touched his arm. Matt tried to stay calm, but you could see how his hands tensed on the table and how his jaw clenched slightly.

Hours passed, and every small gesture you made seemed to increase the tension in the room. Finally, as you stood in the kitchen searching for something on the upper shelves, you decided it was time to take the next step.

“Matt, can you help me? I can’t reach this,” you called, looking over your shoulder with a playful smile.

Matt put down his phone and walked over to you. He positioned himself behind you, lifting his arm to reach the shelf. It was the perfect opportunity. You moved your hips back, making sure your ass was directly brushing his crotch.

The reaction was immediate. Matt tensed behind you, and for a moment, you thought he would try to ignore it. But then, his hands landed firmly on your hips, and he turned you slightly towards him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he murmured, his voice lower and huskier than ever.

“What do you mean? I just asked for help,” you said with an innocent smile, but your eyes betrayed your intentions.

Matt didn’t say anything else. Instead, his fingers tightened on your skin, his hands sliding down until they were almost at the base of your back. His breathing was heavy, and you could feel his body tense against yours.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he said, bringing his face closer to yours. His eyes were dark, filled with desire, and the commanding tone in his voice made you shiver.

He pushed you back against the table with measured force, leaning over your body as one firm hand ran down your back and the other slid the fabric of your underwear away, tearing it off carelessly. “You knew exactly what you were doing,” he growled against her ear, his voice husky, heavy with hunger held back for too long.

You arched ur back, gasping as she felt his fingers sink between her legs, exploring her with a brazenness that made you shiver. “Look at you, you’re already soaked,” he murmured, dragging his fingers against her core in deliberately slow strokes, as if he wanted to taste your desperation.

When he entered you with two fingers, he did so without warning, direct, deep, drawing a moan from you that echoed through the room. His movements were rhythmic, cruel, twisting his wrist with each thrust so you felt every inch of his touch. His thumb found your clit, pressing it in firm circles as his mouth moved down to nibble at the curve of your neck.

“Is this what you wanted? For me to take you like this, mercilessly?” he growled as his fingers worked faster, his body rigid against yours. You could only nod, his nails digging into the edge of the table as your legs shook.

Without waiting for your response, he turned you around, causing your breasts to crash against the cold of the table. He unbuttoned his pants with an urgency he could barely control, letting the weight of his erection press against your entrance, brushing just enough to draw a sigh from you.

“Ask for it,” he demanded, leaning down to speak directly into your ear, his fingers tangling in your hair and tugging just enough to make you lift your face.

“Please…” you whispered, barely audible.

Matt didn’t need more. He thrust into you suddenly, filling you completely in a movement that left you breathless. He didn’t stop, moving hard, setting a relentless pace as his hands gripped your waist, his nails digging into your skin.

The sound of your bodies colliding filled the air, mixing with your moans and ragged breaths. He gave no respite, leaning down to bite your shoulder as he thrust even harder, reaching every corner of your core as if he wanted to claim it for himself.

“You’re mine,” matt growled, his voice cracking with pleasure, just as you broke beneath him, trembling as your orgasm rocked you completely.

Your nails dragged across the table, searching for some anchor as Matt continued with relentless thrusts, each one deeper than the last. His pace was rough, almost desperate, but perfectly controlled, making sure that each thrust left you gasping for his name.

“This is how you like it, isn’t it? To be taken so hard that you can’t think of anything else,” he growled against your ear, biting your earlobe as his hands moved down your hips to grip his buttocks, pulling them apart tightly to sink further into you.

Each movement made him bolder. One hand moved up your back, tracing a path to your neck, where he closed his fingers firmly, still thrusting. “Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, squeezing just enough for your voice to come out breathy.

“It’s… too much… but don’t stop,” you gasped, your voice shaking as your body gave in completely to the pleasure.

He smiled, dark, satisfied, and eased his grip to lean over you, his lips brushing the edge of your ear as he moved his hips in a slower, deeper rhythm, deliberately torturing you. “I’m going to make you scream so hard that everyone knows what we’re doing here.”

The heat between them was overwhelming. Their bodies moved as if they were made to fit together, the sound of their skins slapping together amplifying the intensity of the moment. When he felt you begin to shake again, your body nearing another climax, he didn’t stop.

His movements became even more frantic, the force of his thrusts drawing gasps from you. His hand returned to your clit, rubbing it in quick, precise motions, bringing you to the edge as his own control began to crumble.

“Cum for me,” he murmured, his voice heavy with desire and authority. “I want to feel you break.”

And you did. With a heart-wrenching cry, your body arched, tightening around him as your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you shaking and breathless. The feeling of his body squeezing him pushed Matt over the edge, and with one last, hoarse moan, he let himself go, sinking into you once more as the pleasure consumed him completely.

As you both caught your breath, your bodies remained pressed together, hot, still shaking from the intensity of the moment. He didn’t pull away right away, letting you feel every rhythmic throb of his body still inside you. With slow movements, he slid his hands down to her hips, caressing her as if to calm the whirlwind you had just unleashed.

⛧°。 ⋆༺ ✮ ༻⋆。 °⛧

Tags... @sturniolofreakk @matthewsroses @purpledragon222 @sfoiasturn @sturniololover69 @angelic-sturniolos111 @slut4chris888 @mega-munchforchris @mattsbitchh @priscillaog @sweetshuga @sturniolo-fann @strnilolover @lolastrniolo

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated dearly, and feel free to leave a request ✮

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo fluff #matthew sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #chris and matt #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo #sturniolos #the sturniolo triplets #matt stuniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo

688 notes · View notes

vanteguccir · 5 months ago

Text

── ୨୧ !　𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗬

　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: When Chris is starting to come to terms with the horrible idea that he will have to spend his birthday away from Y/N, a surprise takes him, literally, by surprise.

WARNING: Making-out.

REQUESTED?: No.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: A small story only to warm up for their birthday! I'm going to post more tomorrow ��

　　　༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

The day before the triplets' 21st birthday in Boston was marked by a mix of nostalgia and melancholy for Chris. Despite the bustling energy of their family home, Chris couldn't shake off the heavy feeling of absence. Matt and Nick seemed to be in higher spirits, enjoying their time back home, but Chris felt an emptiness that gnawed at him relentlessly.

Chris had always been too close to Y/N, his girlfriend, who had remained in LA due to her college classes. And as he sat in the living room, watching his family laugh and share stories, Chris couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sadness. He missed Y/N's laughter, her presence, the way she made every moment brighter.

The fact that she couldn’t be there for such a significant milestone made him feel both sad and angry, though he knew it wasn’t her fault. College was important, and he respected her dedication to her studies.

The house was filled with the comforting smells of home-cooked meals and the familiar sounds of family. Chris held his phone in his hand, scrolling through old pictures of him and Y/N, trying to fill the void with memories of their time together.

His thumb paused on a picture Nick took of them at American Ninja Warrior, both of them grinning widely at the camera. It had been taken just a few weeks ago, during their filming. He could almost hear her laugh, see the way her eyes sparkled in the neons light. The longing in his heart intensified, making him feel even more isolated despite being surrounded by his loved ones.

Mary Lou noticed her son's downcast demeanor very quickly, and as soon as she got a little space, she went to sit beside him.

"Chris, honey, what's wrong? You’ve been so quiet all day." She said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, caressing the area.

Chris sighed, leaning into his mother's comforting touch.

"I just miss Y/N, Mom. I know she has classes and all, but it feels wrong to be celebrating without her." He tried to smile, lowering his eyes.

"I understand, sweetheart." Mary Lou gave him a sympathetic smile. "But remember, she’s always with you in spirit. And you’ll see her soon enough. Try to enjoy this time with your family. It’s been so long since we were all together like this."

He nodded, appreciating her words but still feeling the weight of Y/N’s absence. He knew he should be more present, more engaged with his family, and the guilt of not doing that weighted above him, but his thoughts kept drifting back to LA, to the love of his life.

That night, Chris lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The house was quiet now, everyone else had gone to sleep, tired from the day's activities. He picked up his phone again, contemplating sending Y/N another message. They had exchanged texts throughout the day, but he didn’t want to seem too needy or make her feel guilty for not being there.

Instead, he decided to call her. The phone rang a few times before she picked up, her voice soft and sleepy.

"Hey, honey." She murmured. "Is everything okay?"

Hearing her voice brought a rush of comfort and a pang of sorrow to Chris, a smile taking over his features automatically.

"Hi, babe. Yeah, everything’s fine. I just... I miss you. I wish you were here." His voice sounded soft and lower than usual.

"Oh, babe, I miss you too." She said, and he could hear the sincerity in her voice. "I wish I could be there, Chris. I really do. But I promise, we’ll celebrate when you get back, okay?"

Chris sighed, closing his eyes for a few seconds before reopening them, looking at her contact name glowing on the small screen.

"I know. I just... It’s hard, you know? Being here without you. It doesn't feel right."

"I know, babe. But you’re surrounded by family, and they love you. Try to have a good time, for them. And for me." He almost could listen her sweet smile across the phone.

He nodded, even though she couldn’t see him, breathing deeply.

"I’ll try. I just can’t wait to see you."

"Me too. Get some rest, pretty boy. Tomorrow's a big day. I love you." She whispered softly, the sound of sheets moving around echoing in the background.

"I love you too, Y/N. Goodnight." He muttered quietly, biting his bottom lip slightly.

As he hung up the phone, Chris felt a mixture of emotions. He tried to focus on the next day as he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the day he’d be back in Y/N’s arms.

Unbeknownst to Chris, Y/N had been planning something special. She had spent the last few weeks organizing a surprise that she hoped would make up for her absence. She knew how much this milestone meant to him and his brothers, and she wanted to be a part of it in any way she could.

　　　　　༻﹡﹡﹡﹡﹡﹡﹡༺

The morning of the triplets' birthday dawned crisp and clear in Boston. Mary Lou was already in the kitchen, bustling about as she prepared a grand breakfast. The aroma of sizzling bacon, freshly baked muffins, and brewing coffee filled the house, a warm and welcoming scent that promised a day full of celebration.

Jimmy and Justin had gone to the grocery store to pick up some last-minute items needed for the big birthday lunch they were planning. The house was alive with activity, everyone playing their part in making this day special.

Matt and Nick had left early, driving to the airport to pick up Y/N. They had been in on the surprise from the start, eager to help bring a genuine smile to Chris's face. The drive was filled with excitement and a few playful jabs at how Chris would react, trying to imagine his expression when he saw Y/N in their home. Y/N herself was a bundle of nerves and anticipation, her heart racing at the thought of surprising Chris. She had barely slept after their call, her mind buzzing with plans and excitement.

As Matt and Nick’s car pulled up to the curb at the airport, Y/N spotted them and waved excitedly, a big smile on her face. They greeted her with warm hugs and excited chatter, filling her in on the plans for the day.

The drive back to the house was filled with lively conversation, Y/N asking about every little detail of their plan, wanting everything to be perfect. Matt and Nick reassured her that everything was set and that their parents were in on the surprise, ready to welcome her with open arms.

As they drove through the streets of Boston, Y/N suddenly remembered something.

"Hey, Matt? Can we stop by a flower shop?" She asked, a hint of urgency in her voice while her eyes kept watching the landscape moving quickly through the window. "I want to get something special for Chris."

Matt and Nick exchanged a glance, then nodded.

"Sure, we can do that." Matt said, turning the car toward the nearest florist he knew all too well from the times his father used to bring them there to buy some flowers for Mary Lou.

The flower shop was a charming little place filled with the vibrant colors and sweet scents of countless blooms. Y/N spent a few minutes selecting the perfect bouquet, a beautiful arrangement of Chris's favorite flowers. She wanted it to be just right, a small token of her love and the effort she put into making his day special.

When they finally pulled back into the driveway, Y/N's heart felt like it might burst from her chest. She took a deep breath, clutching the bouquet tightly, and followed Matt and Nick into the house.

Mary Lou greeted her with a warm hug, kissing her face with excitement and whispering words of encouragement. They placed her surprises in the living room, the bouquet taking center stage among the carefully wrapped gifts.

Y/N took a deep breath, looking at the family for a last time before climbing the stairs slowly, each step heightening her anticipation.

Chris's door was slightly ajar, and she peeked in to see him still asleep, his form cocooned under the heavy blankets. She slipped into the room quietly, closing the door softly behind her. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on Chris's peaceful face.

Y/N approached the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She carefully lay down beside him, positioning herself so she could watch him without disturbing his sleep. For a long moment, she just observed him, taking in every detail. His dark hair was tousled, and there was a softness to his features that only appeared when he was at rest. She felt a swell of affection as she noted the faint smile on his lips, wondering if he was dreaming of something pleasant.

The room was quiet except for the rhythmic sound of his breathing. Y/N reached out, her fingers barely brushing his cheek before she drew them back, not wanting to wake him too abruptly. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, a comforting presence that she had missed so much. Her heart ached with a mix of love and longing, overwhelmed by the sight of him so close yet so unaware of her presence.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N leaned in closer, her lips hovering near his ear.

"Chris." She whispered softly, her voice barely more than a breath. "Wake up, pretty boy."

Chris stirred slightly but didn't open his eyes, better accommodating his position.

"Five more minutes, babe." He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. There was a pause, and then his eyes snapped open. "Wait, babe?" He lifted his head from the pillow, and when he saw Y/N lying beside him, his eyes widened in shock, his body sitting up abruptly. "Y/N?"

She smiled, tears of happiness welling in her eyes, sitting up to be on the same level as him.

"Happy birthday, Chris." She said, her voice filled with warmth and love.

Chris blinked a few times as if trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Then, a broad smile spread across his face, and he pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Baby, oh my God! I can't believe you're here!" He exclaimed, his voice a mix of joy and disbelief.

"I wouldn't miss your birthday for anything." She replied, hugging him back just as tightly. "I wanted to surprise you."

Chris pulled back slightly, looking at her with a mixture of awe and adoration.

"This is the best birthday present ever." He said, his eyes shining with happiness. "I was so sad you couldn't be here, and now... you're really here."

Y/N laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

"I'm here, Chris. I'm really here, and I'm not going anywhere else." She whispered, her thumb caressing his forehead softly, traveling to his brows and cheek bones. "Okay?"

"I've missed you so much." He muttered, his hands snaking up her shoulders to her face, cupping her cheeks, his fingers threading into her hair, and finally brought his lips crashing down onto hers in a hard, heated kiss. The intensity of it took her breath away, her knees going weak as she clung to him for support, her hands lowering to his jaw.

Chris kissed her with a desperation that spoke of all the days they had been apart, his lips moving against hers with a raw, unrestrained passion. His hands moved to her waist, gripping her tightly as he pulled her onto his lap, settling her straddling him. The closeness sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel the rapid thud of his heart against her chest, mirroring her own.

Y/N's hands tangled in his hair, tugging gently as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The kiss deepened, their tongues meeting in a heated dance that left them both gasping for air. Chris's hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer as if trying to erase the distance that had been between them. He groaned softly against her lips, a sound that sent a rush of warmth through her.

Y/N could feel the world spinning around her, her senses overwhelmed by Chris's touch, his taste, his scent. His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, exploring, and killing all the bad feelings he felt away from her.

When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, Chris buried his head in the crook of her neck, his breathing ragged hitting against her skin.

"I love you so much, babe." He whispered against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea how much I've missed you. This is the best gift I could ever ask for."

Y/N's heart swelled with love and tenderness as she held him close, feeling his vulnerability and happiness. She could feel his tears wetting her skin, and she gently stroked his back, comforting him.

"Oh, honey, don't cry." She whispered, her voice soft while her hands traveled to his hair, massaging his curls. "I love you. So much."

They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped up in each other, their hearts beating in sync. Eventually, they pulled apart, and Chris took a deep breath, his heart feeling lighter than it had in days.

"Come on." He said, his voice switching to one full of excitement. "Let's go downstairs, I can smell breakfast from here."

taglist:

@lustfulslxt @ladybunny44 @earth2starkey @freshloveforthefit @sturniolowhore @luvr4miya @alorsxsturn @urfavgirllyyyyy @hearts4chriss @cupidzsq @junnniiieee07 @lightsgore @gidgett11037 @soimightlikeoldmen69 @ldr-sl0t @its-jennarose @sainzzsturns @soso-scarlettolivia @bitchydragonparadise @freshsturns @h3arts4harry @patscorner @strnilolo @bernardsbendystraws @poetatorturadaa @meg-sturniolo @orangeypepsi @jnkvivi @chrisactualwife @fratbrochrisgf @elordilover @somegirlfromasgard @hpyjw @colorthecosmos444 @thewhispersofthewaves @mattslolita @imwetforyourmom @mrl217 @delilahsversion @sturnsmia @mattsfavbitchhh @sturnioloshacker @soursturniolo @blahbel668 @sarosfilms @moncherriis @tobesolonelyjess @zayyluvz @littlemisswhore

(If you want to be added to the taglist, go to this post)

938 notes · View notes

adverbally · 22 days ago

Text

Baby, Please Come Home

“All the flights out are grounded and they’re rerouting everyone coming in. We’re just hoping they can get us in a hotel for the night, otherwise we’re sleeping on the floor of the terminal.”

Eddie sounds so far away through the telephone line. He’s with the rest of Corroded Coffin in New York City, where they’re apparently stuck in the blizzard of the century. The airport is completely shut down, just in time for the Christmas travel season.

“How long do they think it’ll take for the storm to pass?” Steve asks, biting at the cuticle of his thumb. He paces back and forth in front of the phone to work off his nervous energy. It might actually be making him feel worse, moving so much but not getting anywhere, but he can’t just sit here.

Eddie sighs. “No clue. But with how many flights need to be rescheduled, it might be a couple days before I can get home.”

Today is December 23rd, which means— “You won’t be here for Christmas,” Steve realizes.

He hasn’t had a Christmas without Eddie in eight years. Even when they were just friends, they spent the holiday together while Wayne was at work and the Harringtons were in Europe somewhere. Then there were Christmases in their first apartment in Chicago, on the road with Corroded Coffin, even a memorable tropical getaway where their drinks were garnished with Santa hats.

Steve won’t get any of that this year. It was supposed to be a quiet holiday, just the two of them. Now he’ll be alone.

Eddie has clearly come to the same conclusion. “I’m sorry, baby. I’d rent a car and start driving right this second if the roads were clear.”

“It’s not your fault.” He tries hard to keep his voice level and hide any evidence of the tears he wipes from his cheeks. “We’ll celebrate when you get back. Stay safe and say hi to the boys for me.”

Eddie’s voice goes soft. “Okay, sweetheart. I love you. See you soon.”

“Love you,” Steve manages to croak before the line goes dead.

The dial tone seems to echo in the empty apartment for hours.

Christmas Eve passes achingly slowly. Steve spends half the day on the phone, catching up with Dustin visiting his mom back in Hawkins and Robin and Nancy who are snowed in at home in Boston. He waits for Eddie to call, too, maybe with some sort of update on their flight situation.

Eddie doesn’t call.

He stares out the window of their apartment and watches the snow piling up outside. It’s nothing compared to what’s bombarding the east coast, but Steve has always liked the snow. A fresh blanket of white, covering the dirty pavement and muddy slush in the streets with something beautiful. He wishes Eddie were here, complaining about the cold and the ankles of his pants getting wet. Even better, snuggling up with Steve on the couch to watch It’s a Wonderful Life, just like they do every year.

Steve doesn’t try to watch it alone. Instead, he chokes down a frozen dinner and goes to bed at six o’clock so he can have a few hours where he doesn’t have to think about how much he misses Eddie.

It’s very late– or maybe very early– when Steve wakes up to the bed shifting beneath him.

In the dull blue light of the pre-dawn hours, he can only make out shapes. A dark silhouette with messy hair on Eddie’s side of the bed, looking just like Eddie does when he sits to unlace his boots.

Steve thinks he might choke on the wave of emotion that rises in his throat. It’s Eddie, undeniably. He can tell from the exhaustion in his shoulders and his quiet mumbles of frustration when he can’t undo the knot in his shoelaces.

Without thinking, Steve reaches out a hand to settle at the small of Eddie’s back.

Eddie looks at him over his shoulder, an apologetic grimace on his face. “Sorry, I was trying not to wake you up.”

“You—” Steve can barely get a word out before his vision starts to blur and his chest gets tight. The tears he hadn’t let himself shed all day are hitting him hard now, like the shock of Eddie making it home knocked them loose.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry.” Eddie shifts until he’s lying next to Steve, still wearing his jeans and an old henley of Steve’s. He smells like recycled plane air.

Steve doesn’t hesitate to roll into Eddie’s waiting arms. He needs the comfort, the reassurance that Eddie is real and solid and here. “I can’t believe you made it,” he mumbles into Eddie’s shirt.

“Me neither,” Eddie sighs. Already, his fingers are combing through Steve’s hair, trying to soothe both of them at once. “A seat opened up at the very last minute. I didn’t even have a chance to call and tell you I was leaving.”

“Remind me to be mad about that later.” He can feel Eddie’s quiet laugh rumbling through his chest. Steve smiles along with him. “God, I missed you.”

Eddie kisses his temple. “I’m taking you with me next time, I don’t care if it’s only for two shows.”

“Sounds good.”

“And no more holiday concerts.”

“Nuh-uh.” It comes out a little slurred, Steve’s voice feeling as heavy as his eyelids now that he’s comfortable and Eddie is with him.

Eddie is still stroking his hair in long, slow movements. “Go back to sleep, honey. I’ll still be here in the morning.”

Steve hums in agreement. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Just before Steve drifts off, he thinks that Eddie might be the best Christmas gift he’s ever gotten.

#steddie holiday drabbles #steddiemas2024 #steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #mine #lol I sort of hate this but it was a busy week! I just needed to write something that wasn’t for work!

421 notes · View notes

muwapsturniolo · 6 days ago

Text

mistletoe 🎄 M. sturniolo

"you know what happens if you don't kiss under the mistletoe"

✘ NSFW CONTENT AHEAD, munch!matt, oral, imma be real this is not edited so whatever is misspelled oh well.

sorry this is late, i procrastinate a lot.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and everything was perfect.

You and Matt were currently laying on the couch in a cabin he rented in Boston, surrounded by snow and the serene sounds of nature- it was peaceful.

The both of you couldn’t wait, opening your gifts and drinking a lump sum of hot chocolate like the two of you were little kids. Matt even went as far as looking at the Santa tracker to see how far the jolly old man was from Boston. Eventually, the two of you turned on a classic Christmas movie, “the grinch”.

It was entertaining, it was fun, it felt domestic.

Soon the movie ended and you stood up from the couch, stretching and getting ready to head to the bedroom.

“Did you want to clean this mess up tonight or wait until tomorrow?” Your eyes dart across the floor filled with wrapping paper and the plates along with cups sitting on the coffee table. Matt stands up and pulls you closer, his hands rubbing at your hips.

“You go relax, I’ll clean some of this stuff up and meet you in a bit, yeah?”

You kiss his nose before walking off to the bedroom, leaving him alone. He works quickly, tired from the long day and ready to go to bed. He smiles to himself as he thinks about your excitement from the gifts he got you, little did you know he got you another gift.

As he continues to clean up the mess you two created, his eyes land on a small object strew above the fireplace.

A mistletoe.

The gears begin to turn in his head and before he knows it, he’s shoving the mistletoe in his pocket.

He quickly finishes up the livingroom and makes his trek into the bedroom, seeing you already laid out in the bed underneath the blankets. He closes the door with his foot and crawls on to the mattress.

He hovers over you, looking down at your tired expression.

“Give me a kiss before bed?”

You smile lazily before cupping his face and pulling him closer, your lips touching in a soft and tender kiss.

Without you knowing, Matt reaches into his pocket of his pajama pants and grabs the mistletoe, holding it just above your pelvis.

You feel something tickling you softly, making you pull away and look down. You raise a brow and look at Matt who’s already giving you a boyish smile.

“Oh well would you look at that, a mistletoe!” You scoff but can’t help the smile making its way on to your face.

“Isn’t the mistletoe supposed to be above us so we can kiss?”

You try to ignore the way his left hand massages your thigh, kneeling the flesh gently.

“Well yes, but the rules aren’t specified as to where you have to be kissed,” he tuts. He raises a brow, trying to get you to give in.

“Come on, you’re superstitious. You know what happens if you don’t kiss under the mistletoe, a whole year of bad luck. And I don’t know about you but I want to have a lucky year.”

You roll your eyes and open your legs a bit more, “you’re such a boy.”

Matt chuckles before throwing the mistletoe to the side and starting to kiss down your body. He starts at your jaw before trailing down to your neck, leaving multiple hickies in his wake. He moves on from your neck to your collarbone, removing your his shirt in the process.

His breath hitches seeing Christmas themed lingerie, the tent in his pants growing. He trails his hands along the lace material, trying to engrave every detail of it in his brain.

“Merry Christmas, are you going to unwrap your gift?”

“You’re a fucking tease”

You giggle as he begins to kiss along your breasts, biting a few times before going down your stomach. He eventually makes it to your thighs, chuckling to himself as he sees the damp patch soaking into your underwear.

He continues to tease you, kissing up and down both of your thighs, even pinching the cusp of your ass.

Finally, he hovers over your covered mound, his warm breath fanning over it and making you buck softly.

As much as he loved eating you out, he loved teasing you, remind you that this is for his pleasure, not yours. Don’t get him wrong, he will always give you an orgasm, but it’s for his gain.

He loved seeing you moan and wither in pleasure, he loved seeing the faces you made, he loved hearing you moan his name.

He loved you.

You gasp as he shoves his face inbetween your legs, his nose pushing against the lace material. He inhales deeply, the scent of you making him groan out.

He couldn’t wait anymore.

He yanks off the underwear and throws them somewhere in the room. He pushes your legs back, watching as your fold slightly separates, your juices slipping down your slit.

His tongue gives a fat swipe, soon circling around your clit. You sigh out in relief, eventually letting out small whimpers of pleasure.

He groans as he swallows your juices, lapping at you like a starved man, he couldn’t get enough.

He nuzzles deeper into your core, moaning and closing his eyes as he munches away.

You close your eyes and moan out, your fingers threading through his hair and yanking him closer. His own hands wrap around your thighs, tightening their grip and leaving small splotches of red.

You were leaking, your juices covering his chin and making a mess on the sheets. No matter how much he tried to savor each drop some still got away.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, your fingers pulling him closer and closer to your core. He inserts two fingers, curling his knuckles and nudging that spot that makes you arch your back.

"c'mon baby, give me my gift," he breathes, quickly reattaching his mouth to your pulsating mound.

it doesn't take long for you to reach your high, a loud pornographic moan falling from your lips as your juices splash everywhere. he continues to lap at you, cleaning you up as much as he can before you push him away.

the next day the both of you were at his parents house, opening gifts and eating until you felt like you could burst.

"I have one more gift for you," Matt says softly, his eyes and words soft. you smile as he tells you to close your eyes, holding your hands out for the gift. you hear a bit of shuffling before he tells you to open your eyes.

much to your surprise, you see him down on one knee, holding a small velvet box. you don't even give him a chance to ask the important question, you fling your self at him screaming "yes" over and over again.

everyone cheers with joy, trevor barking along with them.

this was the best Christmas gift you could ever ask for.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #smut #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matt girl #matthew sturniolo x you #matthew sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo fluff #matthew sturniolo fluff

376 notes · View notes

sturniolohouse · 5 months ago

Text

Anniversary in the Cape - M.S

A/N: hey so, i feel CRAZY after writing this. this is truly an example of the duality of my writing... also, i'm sorry if there's any typos, i've proofread a ton and even stuck this bitch in grammarly but i could have missed something. she's looonnnng, so get some wine (if legal) and some popcorn and enjoy!!!!!! ALSO, ALSO, minors!!! DNI!!!! pls and thank you. :)

summary: matt and reader take their relationship to the next level, going on an overdue vacation to the cape for their anniversary.

warnings: cursing, smut (unprotected do not recommend), spanking, choking, matt being hot, uhhh idk

word count: 5.8k

song: stargazing - the neighborhood

'started with a spark, now we're on fire'

"And you're sure your parents were okay with us using the car and the house?" I ask looking at him focus on the road in front of him.

"Yes, baby. For the one-hundredth time, they don't mind. Quit worrying, this is our vacation," He looks at me quickly, taking a hand off the wheel to meet my thigh and squeeze it lightly.

"I know, I'm just nervous," I admit softly and he turns to me with wide playful eyes.

"Nervous! Why the hell are you nervous?" He laughs in bewilderment, and I roll my eyes, shrugging slightly.

"I mean, obviously we've been alone before, but we've never been away just the two of us," I explain.

"Yeah, and I'm fucking ecstatic about it. Like you said, no interruptions, quiet house, on the cape...possibilities are endless." He says looking at me with a small suggestive smile growing on his face.

Of course, Matt and I get alone time. Do we get as much as we would like? No.

It's difficult finding time for ourselves when Matt lives with his brothers and my roommates are hermits.

Which I never saw as an issue, because I honestly don't mind spending time with Chris and Nick whenever I'm by their place–which is often. I was actually friends with all of them way before Matt and I began dating.

But when Matt brought up the last time we had gone on a real date, it had been months.

"No, I know. I'm excited too, it's just a new step in our relationship and it feels very...adult? I don't know, I sound silly," I shake my head and he squeezes my thigh again before grabbing my hand.

"Hey, I know what you mean, and you don't sound silly." He softens a bit to reassure me before kissing the back of my hand. My heart warms at his gesture and I squeeze his hand.

"I'm excited to show you one of my favorite places, I still can't believe you've never been. I literally grew up here." He changes the subject as he switches lanes and I see the sign indicating Cape Cod is less than a mile away.

We flew into Boston by ourselves yesterday afternoon and spent the night at his parent's house. It was Matt's idea, saying he didn't mind taking the drive as it wasn't too far from his house in Somerville.

"Are you finally going to tell me what we're doing?" I rub circles into the back of his hand with my thumb.

His mouth quirks to one side pensively but he laughs as soon as he hears me sigh impatiently.

"Okay, okay, you really wanna know?" He drawls out, turning to glance at me for a moment then turning back to the road.

"You know I wanna know," I lean over the divider and stare into the side of his face. He smirks a bit, side-eyeing me a few times before humming.

"Hmm, I think I'll leave you squirming a little longer," He says after a moment.

He exits the highway and I huff, slumping back into my seat.

This place looks like something straight out of a storybook.

The green, hilly scenery takes my breath away. Matt shows me the main street, driving past the historic houses and buildings as families and couples walk down the street. When we round the bend, the dense trees become few and far between and the lush green landscape dissolves into tall grass, sand, and rock as the ocean comes into view.

We drive along the coast the rest of the way and I just stare in awe at the cozy beach town as Matt tells stories of growing up here in the summer.

"That house at the end is the family house," He points to the one on the left.

Pulling into the driveway, Matt puts the car in park before cutting the engine. I go to open my door but he stops me, putting a finger up and getting out of the car himself.

I give him a questioning look before I see him jog to the other side of the car to open my door for me.

"And they say chivalry is dead," I shake my head jokingly and he shrugs with a smirk.

I get out of the car and lean up to give him a quick kiss, we're smiley and giddy when we pull apart. He gives me another kiss before handing me a key.

"Go head inside, I'll grab our bags," He says softly against my lips and I nod quickly.

As I walk past him to make my way to the front door, I feel a light slap to my ass. I go to give him a playful disapproving look, but he's already opening the trunk to grab our stuff and acting like nothing happened.

The house is small and charming.

It belongs to their grandparents and has been the family vacation home for decades. The colorful wind chimes on the front porch sing with the soft breeze. I breathe in the salty air and walk towards the steps leading to the front door.

I twist the key to open the door and I'm engulfed with a warm, inviting scent. There are tons of family pictures on the walls and my heart swells at the baby pictures of the triplets.

I can easily spot Matt in a picture of the three of them on the beach, probably around four or five years old.

Seeing photos of them as children always blows my mind because of how identical they looked.

Matt comes in with our bags, noticing me looking at the photos on the wall.

"You were so fucking cute as a kid," I say going to grab my duffel from him but he takes my hand instead, leading me down the hall to the bedroom.

"Am I not cute now?" He pretends to be offended.

"Eh," I joke back and he opens the door at the end of the hall.

"This is our bedroom, the bathroom is next door on the left," He nods behind us toward the hall.

The bedroom is a pale seafoam green color, the bed adorned with a vintage patchwork quilt lined with a ruffle trim. The room has more family photos hung on the walls and beach-themed decor.

"We can unpack now and then head to the store to grab something for dinner and the next few days. There's definitely no food here. Sound good?" He places our bags on the bed and turns to me, placing his hands on his hips.

He wears a backward camo Boston Red Sox hat, a black tee with a silver chain around his neck, jean shorts, and white New Balance sneakers.

I must have been ogling him for too long because he snaps his fingers in front of my face with a smug expression.

"D'ya hear me, kid, or are you too busy eye-fucking me?" He smiles, licking his lips, and I feel a deep blush bloom from my chest up to my neck.

"Not my fault my boyfriend is so hot," I shrug, trying to recover from his playful callout, and he rolls his eyes, blushing himself.

He shakes his head, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his chest. I wrap my arms around his middle, placing my head over his heart as we settle into a moment of comfortable silence.

An intrusive thought takes over, and I squeeze him tighter against me. I hear him groan at the sudden pressure of my grip, and he grabs hold of my arms.

"Okay, okay. Enough with the cuteness-aggression. You're going to break my ribs, kid," He wheezes.

I let up only after he tickles my sides. I squeal as he chases me to the other side of the bed and I finally surrender and ask for mercy. He slaps my ass and tells me I'll pay for it later.

We unpack our stuff and head out to the store to get ingredients for tacos. The one and only thing I've tried to improve in Matt is his cooking skills.

When we first got together, it was concerning how little he knew about cooking along with the number of times a week he'd eat out. I changed that real fast, teaching him basic meals he could make himself that were quick and pretty foolproof. Tacos were one of them.

"Go shower, I'll start dinner." He tells me, putting all of the groceries on the counter.

"You sure you can handle it?" I tease, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Hey, I've gotten better. Didn't you like the salmon I made you the other week?" He points his finger at me and I roll my eyes.

"Yes, my love, I was very proud of you." I lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth, "I'll be quick," I say before going to take my long-awaited shower.

As the hot water cascades over my shoulders, I can't help but let my thoughts drift. This trip is a huge step for us, and despite my nerves, I know it was a much-needed and deserved trip.

We don't really have an anniversary only because we both don't remember the specific date and we never made our being official a big deal. It's never been our style.

But we decided this would be a getaway for our 'anniversary' as next month will be our second summer together.

I finish up and wrap myself in a towel, savoring the lingering warmth before I quickly get dressed. I smell the scent of sizzling meat and spices coming from the kitchen.

When I reach the kitchen, I can't help but smile at the sight of Matt carefully chopping lettuce. His brows furrowed and his tongue poked out in serious concentration.

"Smells amazing in here," I comment, leaning against the doorway.

Matt looks up startled a bit, dropping the knife and putting a hand over his heart. A proud grin quickly spreads across his face when he realizes it's just me.

"You fuckin' scared me. I'm almost done, just need to heat up the tortillas." He gestures for me to come over, and I do, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind.

"You're getting good at this," I compliment, kissing his shoulder as he flips the tortillas.

"Only because I have a great teacher," he replies, turning his head to kiss my cheek.

I help set the table while Matt finishes up. We sit down to eat, the atmosphere cozy and intimate. The tacos are actually delicious, and I make sure to shower Matt with compliments for his efforts. We pop open the sparkling apple cider Mary-Lou and Jimmy gave as a parting gift to us. Digging through the cupboards, we end up finding old plastic flutes to make a quick toast with.

"Here's to us, thank you for making each day brighter. To many more days with you, I love you very much," I say simply, raising my glass. He gets shy and smiley but clinks our glasses.

I can't help but smile at him as he blushes and tries to hide it. I lean in for a kiss and he immediately gives me one.

"I love you more," He whispers against me, pulling me onto his lap and giving me a deeper kiss. "I would say something too, but I don't want to sound stupid,"

"Hush, I already know you're madly in love with me. You made me bomb ass tacos," I joke, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him into my chest. He giggles and kisses my collarbone.

After dinner, we go to the backyard to watch what's left of the sunset. We put a lawn chair by the water and sit together watching the orange horizon disappear behind the shoreline. The hues of blues and purples melt together in the sky until it grows darker and the moonlight casts a silvery glow on the water.

The sound of the waves is soothing, our breathing in sync as I sit in his lap, his hand drumming lightly on my hip.

"This will continue to be my favorite place, I'm glad I get to share it with you." Matt says, his voice soft and contemplative.

"Thank you for sharing it with me," I reply, squeezing his hand. "I'm really happy we came."

"Me too." He turns to face me, his blue eyes reflecting the moonlight. He goes deep in thought for a moment and he almost goes to say something but stops himself.

I give him a questioning look and nudge him lightly.

"What was that?" I ask gently and he shakes his head.

"Nothing," He tries to brush it off but I grab his chin and turn his face toward me.

"Didn't seem like it," I play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"I don't wanna freak you out," he says lowly and I give him a pressing look before he sighs deeply, finally giving in.

"I was just imagining our future. I can just see us, you know, bringing our kids here in the summers. They'd grow up with memories of this place like I do," he admits, staring directly at the water as he confesses his inner thoughts.

My heart tightens with emotion at his statement.

"You think about stuff like that?" My voice cracks, tears stinging my eyes and he immediately snaps his head to look at me.

"Hey, why are you crying?" He looks worried, cupping my cheek and using his thumb to catch a tear falling.

"Of course, I think of 'stuff like that' though. Does that scare you?" His voice laced with uncertainty and I shake my head immediately at his foolish question.

"No, no," I say softly, running my hand through his hair tenderly, then tracing his face. Starting from his left eyebrow, down his cheekbone, and over the scruff on his jaw.

His eyes flutter at my soft touch and he grabs my hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss my knuckles.

"It's actually really sweet, Matt. I didn't think you'd want things like that with me, a family..." I admit and his eyes widen at my foolishness.

"Sweetheart, I hope you know you're it for me. Pretty sure if you ever decide one day you're sick of me, I'll spend the rest of my fucking life alone." He tells me openly and I blubber at his sweet words that pierce my heart more.

"Stop crying," He laughs lightly, getting slightly nervous by my reaction but I try to compose myself.

"You wanna have babies with me," I squeak, crying more and he tosses his head back in laughter as I continue to be a mess.

"Yes, I want 'babies' with you. If you want babies," He smiles, continuing to wipe my tears. "Okay, I love you, but you have snot all over your face," he says motioning all over his face with his finger and I gasp covering my nose.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Now, no more tears" He says and I roll my eyes, hitting his shoulder lightly, laughing a little bit now.

"They're happy tears. I just love you, a lot. It's overwhelming sometimes," I bury my face into his neck and he rubs my back soothingly as I actually compose myself.

I must be severely PMS-ing because I'm never this emotional.

"I know what you mean," He says, my heart swelling once more. "It scares me how much I love you." He kisses my hair but I lift my head for a real one.

We share a tender kiss, the ocean breeze wrapping around us like a comforting embrace.

"I can see it too by the way. Having a family. But way, way in the future," I say when I pull away, fixing the hair on his forehead.

"Oh, yeah for sure. Although, shit happens, who knows." He shrugs and I raise my eyebrow.

"Well, thanks to modern science and my IUD, no kids for at least ten years," I say and his eyes widen a bit.

"Okay, ten years is kinda a long time..." He trails off, catching me off guard.

"Matt!" I say in shock.

"I'm kidding!" He laughs.

. ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ˖

Matt walks into the room after brushing his teeth just as I'm taking the throw pillows off the bed and pulling back the duvet.

I feel his arms wrap around me from behind and his face buries into my neck. He places open-mouth kisses on the curve of my neck, making his way up to my ear, where he grazes his teeth lightly.

I sigh, shuddering at the sensation and allowing my head to fall back against his shoulder.

He puts both hands on my hips this time, pulling my backside into his crotch. I moan at the feeling of him already hardening against me and I press my legs together in anticipation.

"I like this, no one around to interrupt...just us," His voice is velvet and I melt into his hold.

I hum, "Yeah, it's nice," My voice is airy.

"Can be as loud as we want, too..." He chuckles lowly, as I feel one of his hands sneak beneath my sleep shirt.

His fingertips delicately dance up my stomach, barely even touching my skin. Leaving goosebumps in their wake, yearning for his touch.

His hand stops right below my breast and I whine when he doesn't touch me further. I arch hoping to make more contact with his hand, but he doesn't give it to me.

"Matt," I say almost as a whisper, a plea.

"Mm," He hums, returning to kissing my neck. I can hear and feel the smug grin on his face, he knows what game he's playing.

"Touch me," I whine, arching again and lifting myself to reach his hand.

He finally cups my breast, taking my nipple in between his fingers and I gasp as he tugs and pinches gently.

He sucks on my ear lightly, giving it a kitten lick before blowing cold air. I spin around in his hold, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him into me.

The kiss was explosive, and we both let out a breath we didn’t realize we were holding.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling our hips flush together and leaning into the kiss more, forcing me to bend back.

In the heat of the moment, we stumble back onto the bed behind us clumsily, my butt slipping off the edge of the bed. I yelp when I almost fall, and laugh into the kiss. Our teeth clink together momentarily as he chuckles too.

He grabs under my thighs, lifting me further onto the bed as I make room for him to settle between them.

"That's better," He breathes out before kissing me again, laying me down on the cool linen sheets.

I revel in the feeling of his weight on top of me, our hips perfectly puzzled together, my hands running through his soft hair, while his rest on my hips.

I tug at the roots of his hair to elicit a delicious sound from him, something primal and guttural.

He squeezes my hips and pulls back to look down at me with half-lidded eyes. His pupils are so blown out you can barely make out the icy blue of his irises.

He keeps eye contact with me as he makes his way lower, lifting my sleep shirt above my breasts. My nipples pebble and harden as they're exposed to the cool air. He places wet kisses down my sternum, then my stomach until he reaches right above my cotton underwear.

He kneels on the floor so he's perfectly aligned in front of my core, his fingers play with the band of my underwear and he smiles to himself shaking his head.

I lean up on my elbows, "What?" I can't help but smile back.

"Kittens?" He raises his eyebrows and smirks at me.

I shrug, not ashamed in the slightest at the pattern of my underwear.

"Yeah, you like 'em?" I deadpan, but break into a grin when he tips his head back and laughs.

Endearingly, of course.

"Very sexy," he replies, and I shriek as he yanks me to the very edge of the bed.

He slips his fingers into the hem of my underwear, finally pulling them down my legs and discarding them. He lightly slaps the inside of my thigh before prying them apart and pinning them.

Just as quick as we're joking about my underwear, I'm back to trembling under his touch.

Completely exposed to him now, he teases me, kissing my inner thighs and nipping at the sensitive skin.

My hips buck at the gentle assault but he keeps me in place, stunting my movements.

"Patience..." he chides and I roll my eyes.

He slaps my thigh a little harder this time and I hiss, my core pulsing at the act. He licks a stripe on each crease of my thigh, purposely ignoring my aching cunt.

His thumbs spread my lips apart before he collects my arousal using it to circle my clit. I whimper at the contact, stopping myself from bucking my hips again.

Matt's in a trance, mouth agape, eyes heavy, as he continues to tease me and I become more and more restless.

Almost as if he couldn't contain himself any longer, he finally buries his head between my thighs. He hungrily licks from my entrance up to my clit, before sucking on my swollen nub like I'm a honeysuckle.

"Fuck," I gasp under my breath, squirming under his grip. My breath shallowed and my heart stuttered.

"I told you, we could be as loud as we want," He slurs against me, flattening his tongue against me and shaking his head side to side quickly.

I let go of a whine before snapping my legs around his head, overwhelmed by pleasure. He growls, immediately prying them back open and relentlessly swirling his tongue against me.

I grab a hold of the hair at the crown of his head as he continues to drink me in. Skillfully lapping every inch of my folds, knowing exactly what to do to get me wound up in merely minutes.

I feel the build-up of my first orgasm, all my muscles going taut as I begin to shake uncontrollably.

Matt knows that I'm about to come, so he pulls his mouth away and replaces it with his fingers. He slips his ring and middle fingers inside me with ease, massaging my front wall and coaxing my orgasm out of me with each gentle drag.

"Oh my fucking god," I cry out, my hips moving with his fingers.

He stands above me now, swiping my hair away from my face and gently caressing my cheekbone. I grab onto his bicep beside me as he leans down to kiss me, swallowing my whimpers.

"C'mon, baby. I can feel you squeezing the fuck outta my fingers. Come for me," His voice is a gentle command against my jaw.

His mouth attaches to my nipple as his thumb smushes into my puffy clit, drawing lazy circles, stimulating me everywhere.

That's all it takes before the wave peaks, then crashes and floods of icy-hot, blinding pleasure courses through me. He moans against me as he feels me pulse and ooze around his fingers.

My nails dig into his bicep and I arch into him, my hips mindlessly riding out the pleasure as his name falls from my lips in a desperate, broken cry.

His mouth and fingers gently work me through the aftershocks before I'm grabbing his wrist and whining from the sensitivity.

"You're so fucking hot," He breathes, kissing me again.

I exhale into him, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him down onto me.

He pulls back, tossing his shirt off his head and undoing his belt, looking down at me as I lay half-naked and panting. I lean up on my elbows and move myself further up the bed.

He's only in his black boxers now, placing a knee on the bed before crawling towards me.

"Wanna taste you," I say, reaching up to kiss his neck and he lets out a shaky breath.

He shakes his head, "I won't fucking make it," he pants, grabbing my jaw and claiming my mouth again.

He pulls back, "As much as I love this fucking mouth," He adds darkly, tracing my swollen lips before licking them sensually and kissing me deeper.

I moan at the kiss and the feel of his cold rings against my hot skin. I run my hands down his chest as our breathing picks up, the kiss becoming more heated.

I run my tongue along his bottom lip and he allows me in before moving his hand down from my jaw to my neck, squeezing gently.

I pull back this time to take my shirt off, leaving me completely bare in front of him. I then hook my fingers in the band of his boxers and pull them down just enough to free him. His dick springs up, the tip so red it looks painful.

I spit into my hand before taking him into my hand and giving him a couple of strokes, swiping his weeping tip with my thumb. He whimpers at the touch before grabbing my wrist and making me release him.

I pout, bringing my thumb to my mouth to suck off his precum. His mouth falls agape at the sight, and his eyes screw shut as he falls onto one of his hands weakly.

"What's wrong?" I make sure my voice is dripping like sweet, gooey honey. Tempting a very hungry grizzly bear.

He grits his teeth, straightening himself back up on his knees in front of me. I look up at him, my hand rubbing up and down his thigh.

"You're going to be the death of me," His voice is gritty, and I tilt my head innocently. I yelp when he grabs my hips and flips me over.

It's moments like these that remind me of his surprising strength.

He pulls me onto my knees so my cheek is pressed into the mattress and my ass is elevated, leaving me exposed and shaking with anticipation.

His hand comes down onto my asscheek and I hiss at the sting. I feel his dick poke the back of my thigh as his hand smooths over my ass to ease the burn.

"Matt, please," I pant when he kisses down my spine and I push my hips back impatiently.

"Need my cock that bad, hm?" he murmurs against my skin and I nod quickly.

"Need you inside me, please," I whine, not caring how desperate I sound, only focused on how his low chuckle makes my core pulse around nothing.

"Yeah?" He croons and my breath hitches when I feel him run his tip along my aching pussy. Knocking against my clit with each teasing stroke.

"Yes-" I whimper and then gasp when I feel the familiar, delicious stretch of him.

I grip the sheets as he grips my hips harshly, slowly entering me.

"Fuuuck," He strains out, and I can picture the vein in his neck protruding, wishing I could lick it.

He fills me completely, his hips flush against my ass. I whimper as I feel him buried deep inside me, hitting a sensitive spot that turns my legs into jelly.

He begins guiding me in a gentle rhythm, slow and deliberate, determined to make this last. His thrusts are deep, intentionally angling down to hit the spot that he knows makes me see stars.

"You feel so fucking good, so deep," I praise him and he slightly picks up the pace.

My core tightens around him involuntarily and he hisses, his grip on my hip becoming almost painfully tight.

"Fuck, don't do that. I'll come too fast," He pulls back slightly, trying to steady himself.

"I don't care," I push back against him again, just wanting to feel him.

He curses under his breath, his hands firm on my hips to stop my movements. He pulls me up by my hair, my back against his chest now and I laugh maniacally before moaning at the fresh angle.

"Must you always be so defiant?" His breath is hot against my ear and I can't help the grin on my face. I love getting him riled up.

"I like it when you push me around," I admit, my voice dripping with playful challenge.

He releases his grip on my hair, and I catch myself on my hands, bracing for whatever comes next.

"Yeah? You like it when I'm rough?" He presses, his voice low and taunting.

"Mhm," I hum pressing my hips back again but he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty.

I go to whine in protest but I'm shut up with the hardest slap of the night, right on top of the red mark he left before.

I cry out and bury my face into the sheets again, but quiver with longing for more.

"That's what you wanted, right?" He continues to taunt and spanks me again but this time, on the other side.

I moan and go to rub my clit for some sort of relief but he grabs both my wrists, knocking me down further.

Another smack. I groan this time in frustration.

He gathers my wrists in one hand as I feel him lean over me. His hand sneaks around to find my neck as he presses his mouth against my ear.

"Are you just that fucking desperate?" He queries, his fingers pressing into my pulse points, just enough for my head to lighten.

"Please, Matt." I plea, but don't exactly know what I'm pleading for.

"What's the matter, baby, you can't handle it anymore? Thought you liked me pushing you around," He tuts.

His free hand lifts my hips before he teases my entrance with his tip and I let out a shaky breath.

"Hm? Nothing to say?" He pushes his tip in but pulls back and I whine at the teasing.

He releases my neck to brush my hair away so he can see the side of my face. A reminder that he's still the caring Matt I love.

"Just fuck me, please," I beg and he sighs deeply.

"You're so fucking lucky I love you,” he says through his teeth before he drives into me again in one swift motion.

Both of us moan in relief, the tension finally being broken.

He grinds his hips down into me teasingly and my eyes roll back at the intense, tight angle.

I feel his body heat leave my back as he straightens out behind me. Placing his hands on my lower back, he leans forward causing my back to arch before slamming into me. Again and again and again.

Each breath is knocked out of me, and each blow is deeper than the last, discovering a new spot inside of me and pushing me closer and closer to the edge. His pace quickens with every approving sound I make, answering me with his own moans of approval.

He turns me onto my back, staying inside me, wrapping my leg around his waist before leaning forward to kiss me slowly.

"Mm, missed your face," he admits softly, his thrusts starting off slow but steadily increasing momentum. "Wanna see that pretty face when I make you come," he coos, and I shriek at a particularly hard thrust that sends me further up the bed.

He watches my face the entire time, studying every furrow, every eye roll, mirroring my expressions as if he can feel everything he is doing to me.

I can tell he's trying to distract himself, to last longer, slowing down to kiss me and then picking up the pace.

My second orgasm build-up is slower and more subtle. It almost comes out of nowhere, but he knows my body so well. He reaches down to stimulate my clit, deepening his strokes, driving me to the brink.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh-" My back arches, and my ears ring as my orgasm rips me apart.

"Good girl, fucking come for me–oh fuck. I'm coming–I'm gonna come. W-where do you want me to-" He rushes out, as my pussy continues to spasm around him.

Through my haze, I push my heels into his hips and grab the back of his neck.

"I-inside, come inside me," I pant and he shudders, whimpering.

"Oh my–fucking, fuck," He strains as he comes and I moan at the feeling of him filling me up.

He pushes as deep as he can inside me, and the aftershocks of my orgasm milk him further causing him to hiss.

He collapses into my collarbone, his hair drenched in sweat as he takes a moment to regain strength.

I place a hand in his hair and scratch his back lightly as we settle into a steady breathing rhythm.

"Holy fuck," he says eventually into my neck, laughing a little and I giggle too.

"Wait, wait don't laugh-" He pulls away with his face scrunched and I realize he's still inside me.

He hisses again in sensitivity, looking down at where we're connected before pulling out of me carefully. I whimper at the feeling and he softly apologizes.

I feel his come leak out of me and I watch his expression falter for a second as he notices the sight.

"Fuck me," he says under his breath, shaking his head and I bite my lip to stop myself from giggling.

I slowly reach my hand down to play with myself and his eyes widen as he quickly grabs my hand to stop me.

"Are you trying to kill me tonight? No, I'm cleaning you up and we're going to bed. Stay right there, don't fucking move." He gets up, pointing at me as he walks away.

I cover my mouth and laugh at his reaction. He comes back with a wet washcloth, using it to wipe me carefully.

He huffs out again, shaking his head and I give him a knowing look.

"Devil woman, don't look at me like that." He tries to sound stern, but his voice cracks with nerves.

"I love you," I tell him, meaning it. His eyes soften and he leans over me, a hand on either side of my head. He scans my face, a soft smile carves into his face before he leans down to kiss me.

"We really need our own place," he says when he pulls back and my stomach flips.

"What was that?" I ask him with wide eyes.

"I said we really need a shower, c'mon," He lies, laughing as he tries to pull me up but I'm tugging him back towards me.

'Hey, get back here. That's not what you said," I laugh at his antics but he runs away towards the bathroom before I hear him call back.

"I plead the fifth!"

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolohouse #matt stuniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut

805 notes · View notes

kenzsturniolo1 · 3 months ago

Text

𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌.𝐒

𝓣𝓦; 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦, 𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓿, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭, 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓳𝓸𝓫?

You and Matt have known each other for what seems like forever, but it was only last year that you confessed your feelings for each other.

For the triplets' new video the triplets are spending a week away from each other. You knew matt wouldnt do well with this, since him and his brothers havent even spent a whole 24 hours away from each other. So you offered to stay the week with him so you can give him company and make sure he doesnt get to lonely.

—

You guys dropped chris off at the airport yesterday so he can get on his flight to BOSTON.

You woke up and found matt asleep next to you. You lay a gentle kiss on his forehead before heading to the bathroom. You strip off your clothing and head into the shower, the hot water casting over your body sending shivers down your spine. You wash your hair and do a little clean up shave on your legs with the spare razor you keep at matts house.

You get out the shower, and fall into one of matts cozy hoodies. Matts warm vanilla scent intoxicates your nose when you sniff it. You throw on a pair of your leggings and brush your hair before you head the the kitchen.

You make yourself a bagel with cream cheese and strawberries. You lean over the counter and eat your bagel and scroll on instagram.

You jump slightly when you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and a head nuzzling into your neck. You look down and see its Matts tattooed arms.

“Jesus baby you scared me!” you laugh slightly.

You hear Matt sniffle.

“Sorry, love.” matt mumbles against your neck.

His lips speaking against your neck feels like heaven. The way it tickles but leaves you wanting the sensation again and again.

“It's okay, bubba. Are you feeling alright?”

You turn around and your face quickly turns into concern. “Baby you look….. A little rough.”

you look at the sweat beading all over his forehead, and his eyes are droopy. “I think i'm getting a cold.”

You laugh slightly. “Yeah baby i agree.”

Matt laughs too but then lets out a nasty rough crunchy sounding cough. You frown slightly.

“Baby why dont you lay in bed. Ill make you some soup, okay?”

Your tired boyfriend nods and waddles back to his room.

You quickly start making him some Chicken and rice soup.

While the soup is cooking you grab a washcloth and run it under cold water.

You walk back into Matt's room and see him spread out on his bed just in his boxers. You walk back over to him and set the washcloth on his head.

“I'm making you Chicken and rice soup, okay, love?”

Matt nods with a slight pout on his face. I hand him the remote.

“Put on so gravity falls,baby. Your soup will be done soon.”

Matt kisses your lips softly put doesnt really put out his lips more just places them on yours.

You hurry back to the kitchen to finish making his soup. You add some cheese on the stop and some crackers at the side.

You put the soup on a tray and carefully bring it back to his room.

“Baby sit up.”

You tell Matthew and carfelly set the tray on his lap.

“Thank you, my love.”

Matt says in his voice rough and ragged because of his stuffy nose.

You curse under your breath when you realize you forgot to get home a drink. You quickly pace to the kitchen and pour a bunch of ice into a water bottle and pour water into it. You walk back into his room and give im the water bottle. Matt smiles and you can't help but think of how handsome he is even while hes all snotty and sweaty.

“I really dont deserve you.” matt says and blows on his soup.

You climb into bed next to him and watch gravity falls with him.

He doesnt really eat his soup and you notice. You grab his spoon and put some soup on it. You bring it to your lips and blow lightly before bring it to his.

“You need to eat, baby.”

Matt hesatinly wraps his lips around the spoon. You can really tell hes not feeling well, and it breaks your heart into a million pieces.

You take the tray off his lap as its clear hes not gonna be eating anymore. You pull him into your arms. You gently play with his slightly wavy soft hair.

“ ‘m gonna get you sick.”

“I dont care.”

You kiss his forehead gently as he nuzzles into your chest more.

“I hate seeing my pretty boy like this.”

You see the biggest smile creep onto matts face when you call him ‘your pretty boy’. Yes you guys have been dating for a while but he will never not blush when you compliment him.

Matt tries but fails to keep his eyes open. This makes you smile and you kiss his nose.

Matt also drifts off to sleep and not soon after you do to.

—

You wake up and look at your phone.

3:12am

You turn around and see matts not in bed. Your stomach drops and you get out of bed. You walk out his bedroom and see him standing in the bathroom putting his head under the sink. You giggle and kiss his back softly as he gets his hair wet.

“ ‘m couldnt sleep.”

“Want some medicine to help you sleep.”

Matt shakes his head with a slightly pouty face. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly.

You look at his body in the mirror. Hes only wearing boxers, you slide my finger tips into the band of his boxers.

“W-what are you doing?” matt rubs his hand over yours

“Nothing.” You mumble and slide your hand deeper into his boxers feeling his soft member.

Matt closes his eyes and bites his lip slightly.

“Let’s go back to your room, Bubs.”

Matt nods and follows you to his room.

You guys crawl into his bed and slide under the covers.

You guys start slowly making out.

Your hand cupping his slight stubble and then going back to scratch his head.

Matt puts his hand on your leggings and pulls away slightly from your lips and mumbles.

“Love, can I?”

You smile and nod and kiss him again. He pulls down your leggings with your underwear.

His hand stays on your waist rubbing small light circles.

“I love you” matt mumbles

“I love you more, Bubs.”

You pull down his boxers and then go back to kiss him.

Matt pulls away and takes off his shirt and goes back to wrapping his body with yours.

Matt sniffles before he asks. “Are you ready?”

You nod and he slowly enters you. You cup his face both your months opening letting out small gasps.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his forehead as he slowly starts to move laying on his side with him in your arms.

You both let out soft moans and groans and you caress his chin.

A couple of minutes later if doing this both you guys reach your climax.

You both lie there, bodies knotted together.

You start to leave small pecks all over his face. Matt lays there not fighting back with a stupid, cheeky smile plastered on his face.

But the next think you know….. matt sneezes right as you go down to kiss him again.

“Matthew!”

“Don’t yell at me, 'm sickkkkk.” Matt giggles

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #smut #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #fanfic

304 notes · View notes

whereserpentswalk · 9 months ago

Text

People don't realize how liminal it is to be a time traveler. How you don't ever really feel like you're in the time you are. Even when you're in your own time, everything is off, your coat was something you bought in interwar France, the book you're reading on the train is from a bookstore you had to visit in Victorian London, even your necklace was given to you by a Neolithic shaman, from a culture the rest of the world can never know. You find yourself acting strange even when in the present, much less in the past you have to work in.

You remember meeting a eunuch in 10th century China, and having him be one of the only people smart and observant enough to realize you were from a diffrent time. You could talk honestly with him, though still you couldn't reveal too much about your time. And it was still so strange hearing him talk casually about work and mention plotting assassinations. You're not allowed to but you still visit him sometimes.

You remember that the few times you were allowed to tell someone everything it was tragic. You knew a young woman who lived in Pompeii, who you had gotten close to, a few days before she would inevitably die. On your last day there you looked into her eyes, knowing soon they'd be stone and ash, that the beauty of her hair would be washed away by burning magma. And you hugged her, and told her that you wanted her to be safe, and told her she was wonderful and that you wanted her to be comfortable and happy. And you let her tongue know the joy of 21st century chocolate, and her eyes see the beauty of animation, knowing she deserved to have those joys, knowing it wouldn't matter soon. And you hugged her the last time, and told her she deserved happiness. And when you left without taking her it was like you were killing her yourself.

You want to take home everyone you're attached to. There's a college student you befriended in eighteen fifties Boston. And you can't help but see him try to solve problems you know humanity is centuries away from solving. And you just want to tell him. And it's not just that, the way he talked about the books and plays he likes, his sense of humor. There's so many people you want him to meet.

You feel the same way about a young woman you met on a viking age longship. She tells stories to her fellow warriors and traders, stories that will never fully get written down, stories that she tells so uniquely and so well. She has so many great ideas. You want so dearly to take her to somewhere she can share her stories, or where she can take classes with other writers, where she can be somewhere safe instead of being out at sea. She'll talk about wanting to be able to do something, or meet people, and you know you're so close to being able to take her, but you never can, unless she accidently finds out way too much then you can't.

You remember the longship that you met that young storyteller on. You were there before, two years ago for you, ten years later for the people on it. The young woman who told you stories wasn't there ten years later, you had been told why then but you only realize now, her uncle, who ran the ship, had been one of the first people to convert to Christianity in his nation. He killed her, either for not converting or for sleeping with women, you're not sure, but he killed her, and bragged about it when you met him ten years later.

You talk to the storyteller on the longship, ask her about the myths you're there to ask her about, the myths that she loves to tell. You look into her eyes knowing it's probably less then a year until her uncle takes her life. You ask her if you think that those who die of murder go to Valhalla. She tells you she hopes not, she doesn't see Valhalla as a gift but as a duty, she hopes for herself to go to Hel, where she wouldn't have to fight anymore. You slip and admit you're talking about her, telling her that you hope that's where she goes when she's killed. You hope to yourself you'll be forced to take her to the twenty first century, you're tempted even to make it worse, you want to have ruined her enough to be able to save her.

894 notes · View notes

myownwholewildworld · 13 days ago

Text

A DARK SUMMON ― a Boston QZ!Joel oneshot

main masterlist | ao3 pairing: Boston QZ!Joel x f!reader. summary: Joel is a man with dark urges, ones that only you can satisfy. a/n: eeeeeek! 👀 Secret Santa 2024 is here!!! thank you so much to @pedrostories for organising #pedrostoriesgift24, i had a blast and i can’t wait to see what other people have come up with! this is my gift to @huntingingoodwill! AHHHH, HI THERE! Carmen i hope you like it sweetheart!!! 🥹 tried mixing the dark/ddde element with a stroke of brat taming, hope i've done it justice! merry Christmas to those celebrating!!! love y’all <3 warnings: 18+, mdni. noncon/CNC. ending with a twist. mind the age gap. brat taming!joel. pet names (sugar, sweetheart, kiddo, kitten). mouth fucking/oral (m! receiving). cum eating. fingering. dacryphilia. orgasm denial. boot humping. a bit of anal play. pussy pronouns. pussy spanking. one account of a face slap. mention of voyeurism. slut shaming. tight squeeze sex position. unprotected piv. reader is a blank slate with no backstory, has hair up in a ponytail. dual pov. no use of y/n. w/c: ~4.1k. divider by @cafekitsune

“On the count of three, I’ll let you go. If you escape, then you’re free,” Joel groaned behind you, his teeth sinking in the bare skin of your left shoulder. “But if I catch you… I’ll fuck you.”

His voice was a low threat that left goosebumps on the nape of your neck, your survival instinct flaring alive like flames rekindled by a gust of wind. All the muscles in your body contracted, anticipating the chase you would have to endure to flee.

Your heart was pounding so hard, you almost missed his next words.

“And believe me, I ain’t holding back if I get my hands on you,” such dark promise dripped from his lips, your heart twisting inside your ribcage.

Joel slowly untied your wrists, uncomfortably resting on your back, taking his time. He yanked at the rope and your hands slammed against his swollen bulge, an animalistic growl tearing his throat.

You swallowed, eyeing the open door in front of you and planning your escape route. Joel kept on tugging at the thick cord to free you from his grasp, your hands unwillingly brushing the tent on his worn jeans.

Then the hemp string completely loosened up, the tingling sensation in your fingers slowly fading away.

The tethers keeping you bound were quickly replaced by Joel’s hands, his meaty fingers wrapping around your wrists to keep you in place. The bastard pulled at your right hand, forcing your palm open to rub his covered erection.

Making a decided effort to ignore him, how he used you to get off, your eyes fixed on the door, your face expression a blank canvas. You knew better than showing him fear.

“One,” he whispered in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “Two,” Joel continued to count out loud.

Your whole being automatically entered fight-or-flight mode, your breathing quicker and shallower as your heartbeat burst in your eardrums painfully. Your chest raised and then sunk in quick succession, the oxygen barely reaching your brain.

If you got to the door and ran for your life, you were almost sure you could lose him in the tangled maze of the abandoned mall. As he dragged you across the shopping center earlier, your mind recorded every single detail that could get you out of here. A few turns, down a corridor, some stairs, then straight ahead before another turn �� that was the closest fire exit.

You were so focused on running away, there was little room for any other feeling. If you let panic paralyse you, then he would win. And you were a bitter loser, especially if your integrity was at stake.

“Three.”

As soon as Joel took a step back, you lurched for a second, like a baby deer dazed by headlights. It only took your legs a moment to ground you ― then you lunged forward, almost falling face first, and ran towards the door. Grabbing the frame, you did a hard turn and sprinted as fast as your legs could take you.

Lungs burning and brimming with tears now, you sped up looking for that exit you saw on your way here. But keeping a cool mind while reality settled in was a hard task ― so much so you had lost track of how many turns you had taken.

“Shit, no,” you mumbled with a trembling little voice. “No, no, no,” you chanted, your throat clamping down.

Stopping, you scanned your surroundings, not recognising any of the untidy window displays. You paced around, trying to decide where to go, how the fuck to get out.

“Ready or not, here I come, kiddo,” Joel yelled, his voice not as far away as you would have liked.

You froze in place, weighing your options. Your hands were now shaking, the thrill of the chase giving you a burst of adrenaline but also clouding your mind.

Knees almost giving way, you saw the store to your right and decided your best option was waiting him out. He would tire, assume you had been able to run away. Didn’t matter if you had to stay put for hours, Joel would eventually stop looking. So, you ran inside, only to realise that it was a homeware shop.

It was pretty much run down, all decorations spilt everywhere in disarray. There were fake ghosts and corpses hanging from the ceiling, and you were sure the spiderwebs were not part of the décor. There were also some Santa toys laying around, candy canes and a decrepit nativity scene. Some orange lights flickered at the bottom of the store, giving the whole space a very eerie appearance. It was obvious that when the world went to shit, this shop was in the middle of selling all the Halloween décor, and transitioning into Christmas time.

You hesitated, but there was no time to choose another hideout. Booted steps approached, the heaviness of his footfall echoing in the distance. If the way your skin bristled was any indication, you knew Joel was close. Too close.

Almost tumbling, you circled the counter and ducked. There was a big, spacious cabinet underneath with the doors almost off the hinges. It was stuffed with macabre toys and plushies, but those didn’t deter you. Pushing them aside to make room, you wiggled inside, hoping Joel would never find you here.

As you shut the doors, darkness surrounded you. It was pitch-black inside, almost suffocating ― the blackness combined with the claustrophobia hastened the rush of blood through your veins.

No, too dark ― too damn dark. You poked at the door slightly, leaving it ajar so a sliver of light filtered in.

You drew in a big breath in an attempt to soothe your racing heart. Swallowed the knot in your throat too and curled your hands into fists to control the tremor.

Closing your eyes, you leaned back, your head resting against the back of the cabinet.

Then you heard him.

“Come out and play, you little brat,” Joel mocked you as he sauntered towards the counter. “You’re just postponing the inevitable, sweetheart.”

He had seen you go into this shop, so now only needed to find out your hiding place. Joel had already looked through the obvious spots and had come up empty. He was starting to consider he might have seen wrong, but your rugged breathing gave you away as soon as he walked around the cash register.

A grin curled the corners of his mouth, noticing the slightly ajar door underneath the worktop ― your little, sharp breaths filtering through the crack.

Like any other predator, he knew his prey very well ― you. Joel was completely sure that, right about now, your heart would be wildly beating in your chest, hearing him so close. You could probably see the tip of his boots too, your pulse quickening.

The thought of you all panicky and sweaty stirred something dark within him ― something lustful. So much so, his erection only got harder even though he had already worked himself up with the groping of your hand on his bulge. It felt uncomfortable really, how his shaft rubbed against the zipper, his pubic hairs catching in the chain.

With a low growl, he slipped one hand in his jeans to rearrange his cock, to ease the pain. Squeezing his throbbing dick between his fingers, Joel hissed at how sensitive the wet head was.

It was just a brief, feeble attempt to satiate his vice for you. Only fucking you would relieve him.

“Where are ya?” he mumbled, lightly poking at the cabinet’s door with the tip of his boot, dragging out the moment.

Joel heard you whimper, a hummed bleat that ignited the fire in his groin.

Not being able to resist the call of your cries any longer, he crouched down and swung the doors open.

Your teary, widened eyes greeted him, just as if he had arrived at the gates of his own personal heaven. You were tucked away, your back pressing onto the melamine sheet, as you cowered into the corner.

“Hi there, sugar,” he grinned, head tilted.

As soon as his strong, broad hand wrapped around one of your ankles, you started kicking and screaming, his cock twitching in response. Careful not to be in the receiving end of your strikes, he pulled you out while you put up an admirable fight. You clawed at whatever you could find, all the grisly plushies and toys spilling out of the cabinet.

“No! Let me go! STOP!” you yelled, a messy tangle of limbs kicking everywhere to free yourself from his grasp.

With your belly flat on the tiled floor, Joel yanked at your ponytail until your back arched uncomfortably, his lips trailing your jugular as he straddled the back of your waist.

“Yeah, fight back, kitten,” he grumbled in your ear, releasing his purchase on your hair.

Your head collapsed on the floor, your little sobs unleashing the beast within him. Grabbing your arms so you would cease in your futile escaping attempt, he shoved your limbs under his knees, pinning you down completely.

You wiggled under him, a begging mess as you tried to kick him off you.

“Please, Joel, don’t do this,” you pleaded, the swaying of your hips under him only enlivening his cock even more.

“That’s not what you were telling the other guy last night, were you?” he scolded you, unbuckling his belt and tugging at it in one clean sweep that took it off the loops on his jeans. “Hm? When you were making out with him in that alley, with your tiny hand buried in his pants and jerking him off. If he could have his share, so can I.”

He moved his knees just enough to liberate your arms, pressing your wrists onto the small of your back as he forcefully tied them up again, this time with his belt.

“Joel, I wasn’t―”

“Oh, yeah, you fucking were, sugar. You saw me standing there, watching, and you didn’t stop. Did you?” he groaned, ensuring the belt was as tight as possible around your wrists. “It actually made you wetter, I just know. Just like you probably are now.”

You wailed, words incoherent as you kept on mumbling and fighting back. Your resistance was an irresistible call for him, one that could not be ignored. Your sobs were a dark summon, the twisted side of him revelling in what was to come.

Joel slithered down your body, sitting on your calves with his knees on either side of you and then pulled your jeans and panties down unceremoniously, yanking at them eagerly. You choked on your tears, your tied hands trying to cover your exposed ass and the sweet dripping nook between your thighs.

Joel slapped your hands away, growling at you for denying him such a view. He held on to your wrists with the span of one hand, pressing them on the small of your back.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” he grumbled with an obscure need.

His right hand glided down the swell of your butt cheeks until his ring and middle fingers pried your pussy lips open. Dragging the pads along your damp, velvety seam drove him fucking mad.

“You’re such a slut, sugar,” he rejoiced, forcing his fingers in your dripping hole down to the knuckles. The sucking sound coming from your entrance made his mind spiral out of control. “So fucking wet, you’re enjoying this, aren’t ya?”

He pulled his fingers out, then back in harshly. You whimpered, the running tears ruining your eyeliner.

“I AM NOT! Stop, you motherfucker!” You screamed, writhing under Joel in an attempt to get him off you. “I fucking hate your guts!”

Your pitiful, pathetic sobs grew louder as Joel fingered you like a man possessed, your cunt leaking everywhere. Your inner walls clutched around his fingers involuntarily, the warmth inside your pussy skyrocketing.

Joel was mad with lust, his throbbing cock strained in his jeans. He released your hands to release his dick from the prison of his clothing and started to fist himself at the same pace his fingers sank into you.

“Your mouth says no, but your sweet little pussy is begging for me, you little fuck toy,” he growled, his nuts feeling heavy with every pump he imposed on you and himself. “My fuck toy.”

Feeling your climax building up, your reddened cunt sheathing his digits greedily and palpitating now, Joel slid the fingers out of your seeping opening. You began crying audibly now, your orgasm being denied and fading into oblivion. But Joel knew you wouldn’t beg him to let you finish, you proud little thing. At least not yet.

He smiled, jerking himself off with your slick, buttering his pearly glans with your arousal.

“Keep cryin’, sugar, no one’s coming to help ya,” he mumbled, eyelids heavy as he traced the fold of your ass with the tip of his thudding cock.

It hitched in your unprepared tight ring, and he didn’t hesitate to push in slightly.

You snarled like a wild animal, kicking again and screaming in pain as his mushroom head found refuge in your rimmed hole. It was so fucking tight inside, suffocating even, Joel felt his glans pulsating.

“Being the whore that you are, I know that your pussy has been worked open several times, but what about your ass, hm?” he teased you, tip buried in your―hopefully―virgin ass.

“You piece of shit!” you shrieked.

Joel cackled, head snapping back at your retort. Then tutted at you, pulling out of your apparently forbidden hole. He almost felt sorry for you, but one glance at your pussy was all he needed to have his attention redirected.

“Alright, alright, sugar. In your pussy then,” he conceded, feeling benevolent. “I know she’s greedy for some cock, isn’t she?”

Joel swiped his glans clean with your panties, then grabbed a few of the plush toys and teddy bears that had spilt from the cabinet. He shoved them under your waist to prop your perky ass up, giving him better access to your slit.

“There she is, look at her go. Your hole is clenching, sugar, I can see her. She’s mouthing for something to keep her quiet,” he mumbled, almost sweetly, before his thumb found your unattended, glistening clit. Joel pressed circles onto your bundle of nerves lazily, your little cries transforming into wanton hiccups. “She’s so needy, leaking everywhere. I’mma give her what she needs, I’m that altruistic.”

His thumb broke contact with your melting clit, then Joel aligned his cock with the opening in your cunt and buried himself in one harsh thrust, down to the hilt. You cried again, your hands holding onto the hem of his tee shirt. Joel leaned down on you, placing his elbows to either side of your head, but most of his weight rested on you ― suffocating, omnipresent above you.

He couldn’t wait any longer, his hard cock pulsing inside you, so Joel began railing you as if the world was ending. Jackhammering into you, he glued you to the floor, his balls slapping your clit with every pump.

Joel kissed your neck as you stilled under him with no fight left within you.

“Has my sweet little fuck toy finally broken?” he taunted you with a smirk.

You said nothing in reply, not wanting to inflate his ego any more.

A teddy bunny with crosses for eyes stared at you as Joel drilled into you, your body rocking back and forth beneath him with the force of every potent thrust. He was growing harder and warmer inside you, if that was even possible, because you already felt full to the fucking brim. The noises coming from where you were joint like mating dogs sounded obscene, squelching and wet. Sinful.

Your body betrayed you, your pussy squeezing his beating dick tight, as if she didn’t want to let him go. Joel’s nuts would bounce against your clit, adding another layer to it all, breaking your resolution. But you managed to keep your lips sealed shut, your bottom one trembling with effort.

He began pulsing, his girth stretching your burning walls further apart as if they were putty. The way you would mould around him, hugging him tight ― it felt damn wrong. Deliciously wrong. How his flushed cockhead dragged along the soft spot along your anterior wall drove you fucking insane, but still you did not whimper aloud ― would never give him that satisfaction.

And then, suddenly, he pulled out, leaving you empty and on the tipping edge of another orgasm.

“Joel, p-pl-please…” you sobbed quietly, ashamedly.

“Please what, sugar?”

You hated him for making you beg, but your cunt was drenched and throbbing ― your climax had been snatched away from you twice now, leaving you hanging on a precipice that was making you feel lightheaded.

You fought with your mind, not wanting to come but needing to.

Instead of answering, you sobbed through pursed lips, forehead resting on the tiled floor underneath you. Then Joel spanked your swollen pussy lips once and you wailed, the sudden sting flourishing into something else.

“Count out loud,” he ordered.

When his palm landed on your cunt again, your hips bucked up with equal parts of pain and pleasure.

“Two,” you whispered breathless.

His palm fell hard on your puffy skin, and you whimpered, tears welling up.

“Three,” another spank, another wail. “F-f-f-f-f-four…” you stuttered, tears falling off the cliffs of your cheeks.

The last slap was stronger than the others, foully resonating between the walls of the Halloween shop. It stung real bad, but then…

“FIVE!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Your whole body started shaking uncontrollably, your pussy gushing as she had never before, and the biggest wave of your life washed over you like a tsunami. The burning sensation flowed up your spine, waking up all your nerve endings, and down your legs curling your toes. Your eyes had rolled to the back of your head, and you were drooling all over the floor, breathing heavily, still trembling under Joel’s watchful gaze.

You would never admit to him that it had been the best orgasm of your life.

Joel rubbed his palm against your sensitive cunt, soothing the harshness of his spanks. Then crouched down to press a few delicate kisses on your bulgy pussy lips, his broad hands coaxing your ass cheeks apart for better access.

His tongue flicked and buried in your wet slit, the tip sweeping from your tender clit to your fucked-out hole, collecting the cream of your arousal in his mouth. His warm breath felt like a balm, your entrance squeezing with unwanted pleasure when he suckled on your clit again. Being eaten out from behind short-circuited your brain, slick heat pooling in your clit again.

Unwillingly, you grinded your cunt on his mouth, chasing another high, silently whimpering. Joel laughed, mouth still on your pussy with hot puffs of air fanning your damp fold.

“What a good little slut you are. But we need to work on your manners, you should be thanking me,” he hummed. “My turn to come.”

Joel came off you, turning you around on the floor so you were facing up. Another denied orgasm and you were close to losing your shit, but you kept the façade from tumbling down.

Then he grabbed your elbow, forcing you to sit up, and pushed your back against the cabinet you had previously hid in. He grounded each foot to either side of you, his cock at your eye level.

“Say ahhh for me, sugar,” he asked darkly, his hand holding your chin.

Looking up at him, your eyes glassy, you shook your head no, pursing your lips together to keep your mouth shut.

“Playing hard to get now, hmm, kiddo?” Joel chuckled, rubbing his slick glans on your lips. “I know you love to suck cock, you little bitch. Don’t deny it.”

The tip of his dick breached your lips and swiped along your clenched teeth, but you didn’t budge. That was until he slapped you, which made you open your mouth automatically. With no free will left in you, you let him slot his throbbing cock between your lips and down your throat.

“If you use your teeth, I’ll break your jaw. Understood?”

Doe-eyed, you glanced up at him innocently and nodded with his dick buried in your mouth.

“Good girl, I’m sure you can take it like a champ,” he chortled.

He held onto the edge of the counter and began rocking his hips back and forth, first gently. You hollowed your cheeks and let him use your mouth as he pleased, the pulsing glans caressing your palate and then your uvula. Lips sealed shut around his girth, you made sure your teeth wouldn’t graze his skin ― your crimsoned cheek still burnt.

Towering above you, Joel moaned, head tilted back and knuckles white. The rhythm of his hips started picking up a relentless pace, his mushroom head breaching your uvula and making you gag while saliva and precum pooled in your mouth, dripping off the corners and landing on your breasts.

It didn’t matter how much you retched, it didn’t stop him whatsoever ― the gurgling sounds just spurred him on even more. Joel fucked your mouth harshly, burying himself as further down as possible, his balls slapping your chin with every thrust. The back of your head banged the cabinet door repeatedly as you fought for air to reach your lungs.

With your hands tied to your back, there wasn't much you could do about the growing ache in the pebbled nub between your thighs. Unconsciously, you rubbed your knees together, aiming for the orgasm you had been denied.

Joel noticed your efforts and felt pity for you. His poor little thing throbbing, pussy used and crying for some more. Feeling generous, he moved one foot between your legs, the tip of his boot notching your bundle of nerves just right ― and that was your cue to tilt your hips absentmindedly, humping his boot while you moaned around his veiny shaft.

“Look at you, so fucking desperate, sugar,” he pressed his boot further into your seam, and you wailed in response. “Should be ashamed of yourself, you fucking brat. Like being used like this, don't ya?”

His degradation, along with your incessant rubbing, was your undoing. Your hole clenched around nothing and a massive bubble of thick slick came down your narrow cavity, wetting the tip of his boot with your white cream, as you climaxed ― cunt pulsing and squeezing uncontrollably.

At the sight of you orgasming, Joel finally came in your mouth with a guttural groan, pinning you against the cabinet, dick pulsing maddingly on your tongue as the white ropes of his hot cum filled up your wet cavity, almost choking you.

Joel looked down at you with a satisfied grin and swept some tears away with his thumb, his cock still plugging your lips.

“You’ve done well for me, kiddo. You haven’t thrown up,” his praise made your eyes perk up, fixed on his brown ones. “As messy as you look right now, you look beautiful with my dick in your mouth.”

He pulled back, freeing your mouth. Before you could spit out his spent, Joel pinched your nose and sealed your mouth with the palm of his hand, forcing you to swallow. So you did.

Tucking away his cock, he then helped you up, veered you around in his arms, and untied your hands, restoring your circulation. As Joel put the belt back on, your pulled up your panties and jeans, then stirred around to face him.

A smile crept up on your face, curling the corners of your mouth.

Joel reciprocated, his sideways smirk making your heart jolt. He bowed down to kiss you, tasting himself in your mouth.

“I love it when you unleash this side of you, when you get rough like this,” you whispered cheekily against his lips. “We should do this more often.”

Joel chuckled, shaking his head with fake disapproval, and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“You’re such a good actress. There was a point where I almost believed you, sweetheart,” he admitted, and it was your turn to laugh.

“Was that when I used the safe words?” you taunted, and he nodded.

“Yeah, sorry I got carried away. But you know how much I would love to be the first one to fuck your ass, baby,” he pleaded with you, his hands gently resting on the small of your back.

“Maybe next time and with a bit more prep. But only if you behave,” you promised him, kissing him again.

“I always behave, sugar.”

319 notes · View notes

evie-sturns · 9 months ago

Text

Intersection - Matt Sturniolo

summary: after not driving for a few months, you accidentally rear end matts car at an intersection.

contains: crying, swearing, comforting, angry!matt.

-------------└── •✧• ──┘--------------

i haven't drove in the past 6 months that i've been away in Florida, but now i'm back in Boston im slowly starting to get back into it.

8:37pm

i flick my left indicator, swinging round the corner as frank ocean blares through my small white car.

the road is slippery due to the weather recently, the small puddles on the concrete shining from the illuminating street lights above.

i hum to the song as i accelerate, pressing my foot harder on the small pedal as i keep a reasonable distance between the grey van in front.

i check my wing mirrors, there's no cars behind me so i speed up, closing the distance between me and the car ahead.

theres an upcoming intersection, the traffic light is green, i look down at my cupholder for a split second, my bottle of water splashing up out of the bottle with every rock i drive over, "shit.." i mutter, reaching a hand down and fiddling with the cap.

i gasp as i look up, the light is red and the car which is 3 feet in front of me has come to a complete halt.

my heart drops as my mind goes blank.

"oh my god." i shout as the front of my car smashes into this grey van.

i sit in silence for a few seconds, the van drives to the side of the empty road, i follow and park behind, my heart thumps as i drive in total shock,

i've never been in a car accident, not even close.

i instantly start to freak out, how could i not in this situation. i turn off my car, stepping out and wiping my face with my sleeve as i take in panicked breaths.

the door of the other car swings open, a man steps out, he's wearing cargo jeans, a grey crewneck and an assortment of jewellery.

i've definitely seen him on tiktok before..?

i walk over to him, "i'm so fucking sorry my insurance will pay for everything" i ramble, the brunette replies "i know."

his voice is stern, he's definitely mad. i bite my nails as my leg shakes on the spot.

"how the fuck do you not brake? you were a solid 5 meters behind me and yet your car rams the back of mine? are you fucking stupid?" the boy says, staring into my eyes.

"my water spilt and i thought the light was going to stay green, i'm so sorry." i say back, my voice shaking as i start to cry.

he stays silent for a few seconds, scanning my face which is now flushed everywhere with a couple of tears falling from my eyes.

"stop, just give me your insurance details and number" he sighs,

after giving him my number and insurance details i start again, "ill call you an uber, im really sorry." i say, pulling out my phone and attempting to turn it on, soon realising it ran out of battery an hour ago.

"dont worry about it, my cars driveable." he says, i nod. the whole front of my car is squashed, including the engine.

"you got a way home?" the boy asks,

"i mean uh- no but i can just walk." i say with a small sniff,

"come on, ill drive ya." the brunette says, taking my hand and walking me towards his van, the back of it has a medium sized indent, nothing too major though.

"you don't have to i swear its not a far walk" i protest, "i'm not gonna let you walk, honestly its okay." he says, climbing into the drivers side.

i get into the passengers side, he pulls out his phone "i'm gonna call someone to tow your car okay?" he says, his voice soft.

"yeah- okay." i reply.

i've found out this boys name is matt, i knew it was something like that, we're now pulling into my street after apologising thousands of times. aside from the whole 'ramming his car' we clicked well together.

i point out my house, matt jumps out first to let me out of his van, "are you okay now?" he asks with a small laugh, "yeah- i think." i reply with a guilty expression plastered on my face.

"can i have a smile?" he asks, i force a pathetic smile and matt nods.

"ill text you tomorrow, we should see each other sometime?" he asks nervously,

did he just ask me out?

"yes! yeah i'd like that." i say,

matt leans down, giving me a hug,

"i'm sorry for making you cry."

"what? no! i'm sorry for rear-ending your car!" i reply, pulling away from the hug and giving him a warm smile.

----

#nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine

1K notes · View notes

emeraldgreenbeautiesstu · 6 months ago

Text

written for this request : matt x hooters girl, i’m thinking the triplets are recurring customers that only come to see her because matt thinks she’s hot. (pls pls pls pls! make it smutty!)

warnings : dom!matt, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), oral (male receiving) degradation, public (kinda?) sex.

lowercase intended.

a/n : this is my first time writing smut so right now i'm just testing out the waters, thanks for the request! and as always, feedback is appreciated!

y/n had been working at a hooters in la for about four months and it was definitely an interesting job. and it paid good. she tended to rack up the most tips out of all of her coworkers, being the hottest one. She had double d’s and a nice ass, as well as sunkissed skin, and caramel brown hair. she was used to old shriveled patrons hitting on her by now, but she wasn't used to younger people coming in as much. but recently, a group of three men had been coming in about once a week for about a month and a half now, and the change of scenery was a big step up from the wrinkly perverts who she typically served. she recognized the boys to be youtubers, the sturniolo triplets. y/n had never watched their videos, but she knew enough about them to know they post the videos in their car, and that 12 year old girls go crazy over them.

y/n was nearing the end of her shift with only two hours left, when the hot regulars walked in. she found them all attractive, but the quiet one was her favorite. she watched as they sat in her section as they always do, smiling to herself. y/n made her way to their table, swaying her hips and making her tits bounce slightly as she pulled out her notepad and pen. it was a tactic she used to get more tips. “hey yall, welcome to hooters! can i get yall something to drink?” her sweet southern accent rang out.

the one she recognized to be nick spoke up saying, “i'll have a dr. pepper, and they'll have pepsis.” he said, pointing to his brothers. y/n noticed the one she recognized as matt had moved his hand to his pants, readjusting as he tried not to look at her. she smiled, loving the effect she had on him. shed be lying if she said she didnt think about him fucking her.

“ sure honey, ill be right back with that.” she walked away, making sure to ‘accidentally’ brush matts arm with her hip as she walked away.

time had past and the boys had gotten their food. y/n had passed their table, after teasing matt all night, brushing his hand as she gave him refills, hitting his shoulder when she laughed, etc. she soon noticed that matt had gotten up behind her. “im sorry did i forget something?” she said, turning around.

“something like that.” he grumbled, motioning for her to follow him as he walked past her. he led her to the back room, and pinned her against the wall, hands on either side of her head. “if you wanna act like a little slut all night, ill treat you like one.” he growled, not breaking eye contact. the breath hitched in y/ns throat, as she nodded. he broke away to lock the door. “knees.” matt said, sitting in a chair and manspreading, the bulge in his tight pants was extremely visible. she nodded, clenching her legs before getting on her knees, feeling matts gaze burning her skin. she unbuckled his belt, looking up to meet his eyes. she undid his pants and moved his boxers, his dick springing up to hit his stomach. he was big. “how bad do you want it sweetheart.” he inquired with his boston accent more prominent on the word 'sweetheart'.

“bad. so so bad.” y/n said, reaching for his aching member. she wrapped a hand around it, slowly pumping up and down his full length. matt got impatient. he grabbed her hair by the base of her ponytail, pushing her mouth onto his dick.

“you're such a slut y/n. working here with your tits on display? you know all the men here are starin, and you love it you whore. now you're blowing a costumer in the breakroom.” he growled, watching her pump up and down on his dick, his grip on her ponytail tight as he helped her bob. “s’pretty.”

he released into her mouth and she pulled off, starting to spit when matt said. “nup, good girls swallow it.” she did what she was told. she wanted to be a good girl. matt immediately pulled her up from the floor to a standing position, moving her to the wall once more. y/n stood dripping, when matt ripped her tiny shorts off, revealing no underwear. he smirked, seeing how soaked he was. “so wet already?”

“matt i need you.” she moaned out, taking matt by surprise. with no more words, he picked her up by her thighs and slammed into her, feeling her walls stretch. she yelped at the feeling, not even attempting to muffle her sounds as he aggressively thrusted in and out. after minutes of him absolutely rocking her shit, she moaned out “matt i- im gonna cum” the tension in her stomach having little to no give.

"you cum when i say you cum." he said, continuing to pound into her. he came again, pumping it into her. "dont wanna waste it now do we sweetheart?" he asked, realizing y/ns eyes were closed and her head was back. she responded with a weak 'mhm', he grabbed her chin with his thumb and index, pulling her face down to meet his. "answer me." he growled.

"no, we dont wanna waste it." she spat out. she came all over his dick, moaning as she couldnt hold it in any longer. they snapped out of their high when they heard a fist pounding on the door.

"whos in there!" the manager of the store shouted through the door.

shit.

a/n : tbh, probs could've done better but oh well! 🎀

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #smut writing #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #big hooters

454 notes · View notes

kiemiu · 1 month ago

Text

marshmallow world | ( fem!reader ) angst + comfort. established relationship drabble wc 1.2k warnings -> mentions of alcohol + daddy issues ( kiemiu's fluffmas masterlist )

You and Chris had decided to visit your parents for a small Christmas dinner before you went and spent it in Boston with his family, and in the beginning you were excited for your family to meet the love of your life. You had raved on and on about him to your parents, specifically your Mom, and had pure adrenaline coursing through your veins throughout the entire evening seeing them interact and laughing with each other.

Truth be told, that's all you wanted. Was for your family to welcome your partner with open arms, but as soon as your Dad had a few drinks and decided to chime into conversations, things quickly started to spiral downhill.

First it started with joking about Chris's profession, then it led on to how he would take care of you physically and financially, and then off to making snide comments about how he wasn't a "real man". Both you and your mom tried to mediate the conversation as it got more heated, you begging your Dad and Chris to stop once they both stood up at the table as if they were ready to put hands on each other at any minute.

The evening turned sour so fast, curses and shouts echoing throughout the entire house as they had to be taken to different sides of the house to calm down. You didn't waste any time for your Dad to cool down before you grabbed your belongings with Chris and walked out.

You were conflicted in your emotions. A part of you embarrassed, ashamed in a way, that you had introduced your lover to a man that you knew could turn any situation into a bad one. While another part of you was enraged, and annoyed because of the way Chris spoke back to your Dad.

The car ride back to your hotel was filled with arguing. You yelling at him, telling him he should've had better control, and not talk to your Father the way that he did, while he yelled back exclaiming that your Father was completely in the wrong and shouldn't have even been there in the first place.

After driving for a while your car broke down sooner than later, a harsh snowstorm left you stranded on a deserted highway coated in snow that only grew higher and higher by the minute.

The tension was thick between you two, the radio remained untouched even as you sat on the side of the road and waited for help. Only the occasional sniffle and ruffle of your coats, paired with the low hum of the heater was heard through the deafening silence. A mix of emotions concurred in both of you, it was all just so overwhelming and not where you wanted the evening to go at all.

"I'm sorry." you whispered. You were turned the opposite direction from him and couldn't even look him in the eye as you said it, not that it would make any difference considering he was turned away from you as well looking out of his own side window.

He didn't respond, not that you really expected him to anyway. "I knew I shouldn't have let him drink. But for some reason, something in me fully believed that-that he would have some type of control over himself, and...that was stupid of me. So, I'm sorry. I really am." you softly mumbled, even as your throat burned with a ball of nerves and your eyes started to water, you pushed out your apology with full sincerity and faced him when saying so.

He still remained silent, his hands mindlessly picking at the nail polish on his nails as he blankly stared out the window, most of his body shifted away from you with only a small fraction of his face in your view.

You didn't want to pry an answer out of him, or even the smallest reaction, even if it would help to calm your nerves. Instead you turned back to your original postion of staring out of the window, your fingers now anxiously playing with the cuffs of your jacket as you waited and hoped for the tow truck you called to arrive soon.

"You'd tell me if you felt— unsatisfied being with me, right?"

His question threw you off guard, you slightly threw your head back with furrowed eyebrows before turning toward him. "Why would I-" "Just answer, please." he muttered, his knee now anxiously bouncing as he turned towards you for the first time since you started the car ride back home.

With that, you were able to take in his appearance and see the prominent frown on his face, adorned with glossy eyes and knitted brows.

"Yes, I would." You confessed, your eyes still trailing over his face to gauge his next reaction.

He sniffled, turning away and wiping his nose that slowly started to leak with his sleeve before he brought his hands to shield his face away from you. A harsh gasp of air paired with a muffled sob escaped him, his body slowly starting to tremble from his repressed frustration and tears.

Your eyes slightly widened in shock before you reached over, gently grabbing his arm and slightly tugging him closer to you. Chris didn't fight it, he let you reach over the console and leaned into your touch, resting his head on your chest as you pulled his beanie off and tenderly carded your fingers through his hair.

He wrapped his arms around you, his hands clinging onto you for dear life as he tried to catch his breath and regulate his emotions. You did nothing but hold him close and wait, softly swaying as you continued to run your fingers through his hair.

"Fuck- I just..something about what he said just really got to me, man." he murmured, a few sniffles leaving him as he finally started to calm down and sink further into your touch. "He's an asshole, he knows how to get under any and everyone's skin. Chris–Baby, you did nothing wrong. You do all of the right things, and he could only wish to be half of the man you are. Honestly, I don't even know what my Mom sees in him but, he could never amount to what you do for me, and I mean it." You assured him delicately.

You stopped rocking and leaned into the back of your seat, releasing your hold on him when you felt him start to move. He rested his hands on your thighs, before resting his forehead on yours. "I love you so much, and I'm-I'm sorry for causing a scene at dinner. You and your Mom deserve to have a good evening, and I shouldn't have let my emotions get the best of me, even when confronted like that." he whispered, before leaning in and pressing a soft peck on your lips.

"I'm sorry for sticking up for my Dad when he was obviously being the shitty one. You were just defending yourself." you replied back before pressing a soft kiss on his lips, a small smile growing on his now pouty lips as his shoulders relaxed and he fell into you.

"Next time, let's just skip the Christmas dinner and bring your Mom with us to Boston." he jokingly avowed, his comment muffled from being smushed into your chest. You could only laugh in response before holding him closer. "Sounds like a plan."

' 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ' 🎁: @emely9274 @ginswife @chrisstvrns @conspiracy-ash @sturnina @lovetaylorrussellgrr @nervoussagittarius @sacaydia @chrissturnsss @hearts4werka @chrisprincesss @koilaniazul @starsforu @sturn777 @sturniolosiphone @chrisfavoritewhore @sturnsmia @leaningoutthewindow

#the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #christopher sturniolo fluff #christopher sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo headcanons #chris sturniolo fluff #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo imagine #christopher sturniolo imagines

200 notes · View notes

bunny-jpeg · 3 days ago

Note

Hello, could I get maple taffy, boston cream, pie, mango sorbet with a side of mocha coffe, champagne, margarita, tonic water and naked & famous with Fernando please. (and some baby trapping to top it off)

bakery menu

thank you for submitting to the bakery! it's been nice to get back into working on these again. this has been a lot of fun! the prompts were lovely and so was the driver (fernando alonso my beloved) - so i hope you love, love, love this.

maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid." + boston cream pie: "yeah, i'll use protection." + mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?" + mocha coffee: breeding kink + champagne: sugar daddy situation + margarita: unprotected sex + tonic water: age gap + naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader served by fernando alonso

tags: smut/pwp, age gaps (20s/40s), sugar daddy au, breeding kink & baby trapping, pregnancy, ditzy!reader, unprotected sex, doggy style, lying & manipulation, possessive behavior, spanking, daddy kink

"daddy!" you chirped as you stood there in the doorway of the living room. you crossed your arms and pouted, "what is this?" then swayed your hips from side to side to show off the dress that he bought you. you had put it on to put a little fashion show for your sugar daddy, but why was this outfit covering so much!

fernando looked up from his newspaper and looked to you, "i don't see a problem, my love." and watched you pout further. the dress had short sleeves and buttons that went up to your collarbones. the skirt of the dress was more full and it stopped at the knee. covered up a hell of a lot more than the other more suggestive outfits you normally wore.

you furrowed your brow, "i look like someone's mom!"

he raised his brows at you and put the paper to the side. he got up and approached you. he liked how you looked, he said, "well, you said you didn't want to be my sugar baby, but my wife... i thought you should look the part."

eventually you ended up in his lap in the bedroom, you were still in the dress. the pastel yellow looked beautiful as his strong hands groped your chest. he licked his lips in anticipation. your breasts felt full in his hands and he purred, "look at you, beautiful." he knew he was going to give you a shiny diamond.

but he hoped to give you a baby first. not that you knew that, you were dutiful with playing it safe. but fernando wasn't getting any younger and worried he might not be able to perform his biological task and get you pregnant. so it was better to start earlier rather than later.

his hands soon went up the skirt of your dress. you looked good, much better than those slutty outfits that you usually wore. if you were going to be a mother, you were going to have some respect. your goods weren't were sale because fernando was the highest bidder. he gripped onto your ass and pressed you further against him. he growled in a low sexual tone, "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?"

you pouted, remembering that you gave up university to play house with fernando in spain. it was hard hearing how much he missed you, so you left. you said, "daddy, remember. i didn't graduate." and fernando slapped your ass.

"i know, i know. better in my house then in lecture." he said lowly as he rubbed himself up against you. the roughness of your jeans hitting against your clothed pussy. he slapped your ass again and said, "hands better on my cock than typing essays. but you know that, this was what you were meant for."

you felt excitement race through you as you said, "will you use protection, daddy?" you pouted at him as you held his face. your core was soaked from him. he had that effect on you. but, you weren't going to be swayed easily.

dumb little thing, he thought. you thought you had any ounce of power in this situation. fernando fucked you, cared for you, provided for you. the least you could do was get pregnant. his hands rested on your lips and he licked his lips at the sight of you rubbing up against him. he replied, "yeah, i'll use protection. of course, my love." he said as he rubbed up against you once more and you felt the excitement through you.

you smiled a little bit and kissed him on the lips, you giggled a little and said, "thank you, daddy." and yelped when fernando gave you another slap on the ass.

you were soon in the bedroom and as you stripped, fernando knew he was going to fuck you raw. and the fact you trusted him so much was cute. oh my god you're stupid, was all he could think of when you even hung up the dress so it wouldn't get wrinkled. he eyed your behind and felt something hungry in his core. you were already acting like a wife and mother - how cute.

fernando took you by the hips once you had the dress off the floor and guided you towards the bed. you were laid out beautifully in a matching pair of undergarments. his rough hands played with your body and he felt the hunger grow.

he reached for your panties while you reached for your bra. you were soon undressed for him and you worked the buttons of his white shirt. his hands rested on your sides for a moment and he felt something stir inside of you. you'd look so cute with a baby at your hips, fernando's baby. his clothes were removed and you eyed him up and down.

"look at you." he said, "someone's hungry for me. get on your stomach, i want to feel you deeper." it was also a way for you to not see him fucking you raw. you wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but for fernando it would mean the world.

you got onto your stomach and bent your knees. he admired your beauty for a moment. you were going to be a perfect mother for his child, fernando knew what you needed better than he did. no need to worry about much else, not while he sank his cock into you.

he knew his friends would think he was a perverted old man for getting his sugar baby knocked up. but fernando believed that they were just jealous. especially when you had a pussy that just pulled him in. he moved up against you, making sure that every inch was inside of you.

"did you.. did you put on a condom?" you asked meekly, your face in the covers.

fernando pressed your head further into the soft pillows and said, "yes i did, my love. everything's all secure." this was the biggest lie he could ever tell. but you were just so stupid that you trusted him blindly. fernando liked that, it was important for a wife to trust her husband.

you whimpered a little bit and arched your back at the feeling. you held onto the covers and moaned, it was hot. your face looked pretty in the pillows, even that pastel pink decorative photo that always stayed on the bed. fernando held onto your hips and moved against you, his cock nudged against all the right places and it made your noises sound sweet.

with a cunt like this you'll be spending the rest of your twenties pregnant if fernando had his way. can't just have one child, no, no, he hoped for at least three. enough to keep the future mrs. fernando alonso busy. two boys and a girl was what he hoped for.

his pace quickened, near brutal as the two of you fucked against one another. he loved feeling you. your soft hips in his grasp, his cock buried inside of you. he worked your needy sexy with heavy thrusts, he could feel the fire in his core as he worked himself against you. you were irresistible.

"my love." he said, "you feel better and better every time i fuck you. i wonder if your pretty pussy could only take me now." he held onto you tighter and worked harder against you. you moaned a little louder and it was music to his ears.

you moaned loudly and clutched onto the covers. your back arched as he hit right up against you. it was erotic, it was like his tip was hitting against your cervix perfectly. your eyes rolled back a little and you felt the excitement in your core. it was hard not to e aroused by fernando, your daddy. you said out of breath, "please, daddy. it feels so good." you were near stupid (as if you weren't already) from fernando's feverish fucking.

"my love." he said, "you're so perfect for me. you take me so well. like you were made for me. spent a lifetime trying to find the perfect cunt to sink into every night and it was you." fernando wanted you all to himself, he wanted you every night he could have you. and once you got pregnant he'd have to be a little creative with the positions, but he'd make sure that you both felt good. he didn't want you to think he thought you were unattractive, you'd only grow more beautiful as your pregnancy progressed. and fernando would show you that.

his pace started to stagger and the pleasure grew in your core. there was a certain pleasure in you. the two of you fucked feverishly, you were more eager because you believed that fernando was being safe. not that his bare cock was plunged inside of you. invading your space.

"I'm close." you choked out as he moved against your body. pressed together, fitting perfectly. you clenched around him and gasped into the covers as you came around his cock. your eyes closed for a moment as you moaned.

fernando was spurred on from your orgasm to finish as well. he pressed his chest against your back and fucked you feverishly. the pleasure was lightning hot and you felt it curl in your gut. your toes curled from the over stimulation. he kissed your back and shuddered as orgasm neared. the pleasure coursed through as he thrusted against you. a few more thrusts and he finished inside of you.

you felt your heart flutter as he came inside of you. you were blissfully unaware of how much cum he was putting inside of you. you thought you were being safe, but in your blissed out state. you couldn't have cared less. you felt warmth in your body as he eventually pulled out and laid beside you on the bed.

his hand was on your middle, he felt the soft skin and kissed your neck. he wondered if he could get you anymore dresses, but have them for maternity wear.

"there's my wife." fernando said as you brought you drinks for fernando and his friends while they played cards. he got up from his seat at the outdoor table and took you by the waist to guide you towards the table.

he also could tell that his long time friends were eyeing your sweet middle. took a little while and a bit of lying, but you ended up carrying fernando's baby. you two were having a baby boy together and he couldn't be happier.

you were a perfect wife for him and as he placed a hand on your middle. he knew you'd be a perfect mother. didn't need a degree when you had a husband <3

286 notes · View notes