#stromboli

[caydennnnnnn]

watching the batman movie and all i can think about is matt in that damn costume

[toyastales]

Cheesy Pepperoni Stromboli

[submattsgf]

omfg the NOISE???? i need that so bad

[xprakzif]

“closer, baby” matt guided your hips to bring you forward, hovering over his face.

you shifted your bare thighs on either side of his head as he pulled you down to his mouth. he gripped the back of your thighs firmly, a gasp leaving your lips when you felt his tongue graze over your folds.

his mouth went to work, it was his idea to have you sitting on his face and he sure put in the effort. his lips sucking on your clit, slowly moving his tongue up and down.

you began grinding soft and slowly on his mouth, careful to not hurt him and he noticed this.

“move as much as you want, baby”

and you sure did. “feels so good,” his hands moved to your rolling hips as you quickened your pace.

“slow down, love”

his movements alone brought you closer to release, “mmm- sorry,”

he hummed a chuckle into your heat causing you to squirm.

you barley moved anymore, his mouth eating away at you was good enough, making you clench and squeeze your thighs around his head. your legs trembled while you humped his face to ride out your orgasm, feeling your lower half heat up and tingle.

“fuck- matt!” you moaned out spilling your juices onto his lips and face. panting as you came down, your body was weighed down onto his face while you were weak from it all.

he helped you to lay down on the bed next to him, ready to clean you, and him, up. you looked over to see his entire mouth and chin glistening with your juices making you giggle.

“what?” he was just about to get up and head to the bathroom.

“nothing..” but he knew what you were laughing at and jumped on top of you to give you a kiss with all of it still on his face, you struggling to push him off.

“matt- ew!”

[hollandsangel]

2:15 am | c. sturniolo

HI yes im alive who’s surprised (me, i am)

self proclaimed mayor of the ‘chris can’t sleep alone’ club (doing gods work, you’re welcome)

summary: chris cant sleep & you’re the perfect remedy

wc: 834

gif by @hotelstares !

you haven’t been asleep very long. maybe twenty minutes or half an hour.

you’re in the midst of a fuzzy dream when your phone starts to vibrate on your dresser next to your bed. the sound is difficult to recognize at first, getting all mixed up with your dream in your mind. eventually it wakes you up, tugging you away from the soft haze you’d been emersed in.

groggily, you reach over for the device, squinting your eyes to try and read the contact. your eyes are bleary, but you’re able to make out your boyfriends name and contact photo after a brief seceond.

“chris?” you wonder through the line upon answering, voice thick with sleep and hardly above a whisper.

“hey ma,” his voice is smooth, like he hasn’t been asleep yet.

“hi…i think i was dreaming about you,” you say as you let your head fall back against the pillow, rubbing gently at your eyes with your other hand.

“yeah?” he says through a deep breath. the smile your confession elicits from him is audible and contagious.

“yeah, either that or i just spent the last four days with you and my brain hasn’t realized we’re apart yet,” you think he must be able to hear your smile as well.

“my brain hasn’t really realized it either,” he mumbles, getting a little bit shy.

you close your eyes, content being soothed by his voice.

“what time is it?” you ask him, even if you could easily look at your phone screen for the answer. opening your eyes feels like too much work.

chris answers of course, without hesitation, “2:15,”

“it’s pretty late, you okay, bub?” you ask him before answering your own question, “can’t sleep?” you know how he gets, always needing someone close by when he drifts off.

you can imagine it’s a bit difficult tonight, considering you spent the last few nights sharing his bed. you’d found it a little harder than normal too, having gotten used to his arms tucked around you, his face pressed against your shoulder blade.

“i miss you,” he mutters and it makes you blush, “and i don’t wanna crawl into bed with matt or nick, i know it won’t help,” he admits, letting out a long breath.

“you wanna come over?”

“would that be okay?” he seems a little bit embarrassed, like he might be inconveniencing you.

“of course, chris,” you open your eyes now, reaching over to turn on your bedside lamp, “i want cuddles now,” you say sheepishly, face still half pressed against your pillow, muffling the words.

“mmk, i’ll get an uber, be there soon,”

“kay, love you,” you sigh, waiting for him to hang up.

“love you too,” he says first, making you smile even if you’ve heard it a thousand times.

in the twenty minutes it takes for chris to show up, you’re drifting in and out of sleep, trying your hardest to keep the lull of exhaustion at bay as you wait, no matter the difficulty.

soon enough, the sound of a key in the lock sends a small jolt of wakefulness through you, and you anticipate the subtle push of the door as he comes through to your bedroom.

“nick or matt’s bed wasn’t good a enough?” you tease, watching him turn a little red as he shuffles into your room.

“i wanted to sleep in your bed,” he mumbles, beanie hanging low and covering his eyebrows, pajama pants hanging lower. he lifts the duvet and crawls in with you, immediately wrapping you in his arms, “nd’ i wanted to sleep with you, not my stinky brothers.”

you laugh, stifling it against the blankets “m glad you’d rather snug with me,”

“you kidding? you’re the best snugger around.”

“i’d say,” you hum, tugging his beanie off and tossing it somewhere on your floor.

he gives you a squeeze before reaching over to turn you so you’re facing him, “thanks for letting me come over,” he mutters, beaming in the low light. he looks so pretty like this, grinning down at you, illuminated by the soft glow of your lamp. he reaches up slightly and brushes your hair from your face.

you have a small moment of realization; he’s admiring you the same way you’re admiring him. you think your heart grows in size, gratitude making it swell up.

“thanks for comin’,” you whisper back, leaning up so your noses touch.

chris closes the gap, giving you a gentle kiss before pulling back and kissing your forehead too.

“night,” he tucks you against him, keeping you close, “i love you,” it’s sweet, how his tone changes. it’s tired now, chalked full of sleep and you can’t help but think it’s because he’s with you now, and that’s what puts him at ease enough to finally relax.

“i love you too,” you whisper into the barely-there space between you, watching as his eyes close and his lashes kiss the tops of his cheeks.

you can’t help yourself, leaning forward just enough to kiss him there too.

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tags ! @st4rswrld @urfavvev3lyn @mattsturnioloarchive @averysbestyears @its-jennarose @strnilolo @grimholic @tworosesblackthorn @mattscoquette @dazednmatthews @pinkishpearls

[m4ttslvr]

MATT WAS JUST ON HERE WHAT DID HE SEE “on the homepage” 😭😭😭😭

the homepage has content based on what u follow matthew 🤨🤨🤨🤨

[daily-deliciousness]

Quick and easy garlic butter stromboli squares

[sturnrm]

~ TRUTH OR DARE ~

Chris sturniolo x reader

Warning: drinking, smut SMUT lots of it, p in v

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Chris responds, sitting back in with his legs spread waiting for his dare.

You watch him smiling at his cocky grin towards the random freshman that chose him for truth or dare.

Chris would undoubtedly answer any question or complete any dare thrown his way.

“I dare you to…” The freshman’s voice fades as he looks around the room, trying to think of a dare.

Chris only laughs in response, making a joke about finishing his dare sometime today.

Everyone is laughing including you, eyes still on Chris.

Your lips press to your red plastic cup, taking a sip of the drink matt mixed for you.

Your thoughts are else where, the way Chris is sat reminds you of the night before.

When you were sat in his lap, riding his cock. His lips pressed to your chest, leaving marks that are still there, hidden under your bra, when you were being his good girl and taking his dick.

The freshman takes too long, to the point others begin to suggest dares for chris.

He still hasn’t looked at you,and that’s probably your own fault.

The two of you have been dating secretly for a few months now. He was the one to offer the secrecy to you, as an attempt to keep your perfect reputation.

At first you thought it would be a one time thing so you agreed. Nothing more than a meaningless drunken hook up but after that he had YOU hooked.

You kept coming back for more, until it became a nearly daily occurrence, you craved Chris is was something you never thought you would be saying but it was the truth.

The talk of what you two were never to be had. Feelings growing on both sides, and now here you are. At a party tipsier than you should be.

Staring at him with fuck me eyes, too drunk to care who’s watching. You two exchanged a few smiles, brief conversations as if you two were nothing more than acquaintances.

Which upset you but at the end of the day it’s your fault for making chris feel like he needed to be a secret in the first place.

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.” The freshman finally speaks, louder than everyone in the room. Shutting everyone up as they watch in anticipation of who he will choose.

You too are watching,the only difference is your eyes haven’t left chris all night.

His eyes scan the room, playfully looking at all the different girls. Finally his eyes land on yours, only stopping for a moment before moving on.

Your heart is broken, begging for you to leave the room. In one swift moment he stands up and walks across the room, away from you. Of all the people he could kiss right now, he chooses the worst possible choice. His ex.

Can’t bring your self to watch, looking down at your cup. Your eyes finally leaving the man you’ve been secretly dating for months now.

As people begin to cheer and laugh at the kiss shared between ex lovers. Chris pulls away, viewers chanting for more.

“Nah I did my dare, I’m done. Who’s next?” He chuckles as he plops down onto the couch where he was previously sitting.

The game continues on like you didn’t just witness the man you’ve grown to care for, maybe even love kiss his ex.

You’re a mixture of anger and sadness but self aware enough to know that this is your own doing. It’s all too much so without announcing your departure, you stand up and walk through the crowded room.

You finish off your drink, throw away the evidence and make an attempt to leave the party.

Realizing that you’re entirely fucked, no way to leave. Your home too far to walk, your ride somewhere in the party with absolutely no intention of leaving any time soon.

Annoyed because you only came with your friend because you knew chris would be here, hoping that you showing up would have ended differently.

A frustrated sigh leaves your mouth as you head outside anyways. Deciding to take a moment to breathe before heading back into the party.

Thanking whoever’s listening when you walk out side to an empty porch. Sitting down on the steps, looking out at the silent road filled with unfamiliar houses.

A few cars drive by as time passes.

You sit there staring and thinking about how you ended up here. Alone but having a secret relationship, with a man you’ve grown to love, maybe you wasn’t supposed to end up feeling that way.. inlove, but you was, you was crazy for him.Not even entirely sure if his feelings are mutual.

You’ve been spending so much time with him. Most if not all instances leading to sex. Even when you two aren’t fucking, there’s a connection.

You’ve spent more time at his house than your own home in that last month. He makes you so happy, quickly become the person you run to when you need anything, the person you trust with all your heart.

Doing everything a relationship entails without labeling it.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by the sound of the front door opening and that oh so familiar scent of cologne you’ve grown to love.

Your eyes stay down, looking at your fingers that fiddle with anxiety as he sits next to you.

“I was looking for you.” He speaks, facing you.

“I just needed some air.” You whisper, avoiding eye contact but chris knows better.

Knows that you’re upset at the kiss and too stubborn to admit that.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, touching your chin and tugging at your face to look at him.

You didn’t even realize you were crying, so you wipe away the tears. As a sad attempt to mask your pain.

you plaster a fake smile on your lips.

“I don’t know. It’s stupid. It’s probably cause I’m so drunk.” You force a laugh, wiping away at the remaining tears.

Chris doesn’t laugh and obviously doesn’t buy your excuse.

“Is this because I kissed her and not you?” He questions, and your smile fades as you nod your head in response.

“I didn’t want to kiss her. I just about puked as I did it. Was so close to blowing chunks all over her.” He admits, letting him self laugh at the thought causing you to feel a little better.

“I wanted to kiss you, only you. I just wasn’t sure if you would have been okay with that.. considering we’re just kinda hooking up or whatever this is.

I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with such a public display of affection.” He further explains, all anger you had dissipating as quickly as it came.

“I wouldn’t have been uncomfortable.” You respond.

“Also was afraid once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’ve been watching you all night, staring at me with those eyes. Like you want me to drag you upstairs to an empty room and fuck you. Been walking around with a hard on all night, waiting till we can be alone.” He lets out a sheepish laugh, adjusting him self as your eyes are wide.

You’ve been with a few partners before, none of which had such a dirty mouth as chris. Constantly out doing himself on the naughty words that leave his mouth.

“I was not staring at you like that.” You lie, grinning playfully swatting his shoulder.

His laugh only grows, throwing his arm around you. You rest your tired drunken head, into his embrace.

“You’re a shit liar. Tell me what you want.”

“You. I don’t want to this.. us to be a secret anymore.” You admit, looking up at him while his arm is still stretched over your shoulder.

“Yeah?” He asks as he looks down on you.

“Yeah. I want to be the prettiest girl in the room.” You say with no filter. Admitting your drunken insecurities outloud, cringing as soon as it leaves your mouth.

“You are and always will be the prettiest girl in any room. Only now you’ll be my prettiest girl, okay?” He says pressing a simple sweet kiss to your forehead. You nod in response, the biggest grin plastered on your face as if you weren’t sobbing moments ago.

“I think I need to fuck you so good that you forget about that kiss.” He whispers, his lips only a few inches away from yours.

“I think so too.” You say, before closing the distance. Pressing your lips to his, kissing him tenderly. His lips move with yours, as your hands find the back of his neck pulling him closer.

Without thinking about it you slowly lower the two of you until he’s on top of you. Smiling and lettting out a giggle into the kiss as your back hits the cold wet wood of the porch.

“What’s so funny?” He pulls away, just enough to break the kiss.

“The way I was about ready to let you have your way with me outside on this porch. Can we go somewhere else?” You ask, looking up at him while he’s staring at your lips.

He rolls his eyes, getting up off you and standing up. Chris reaches his hand out to which you take letting him help you up.

He leads you back into the house, through the crowd of people. You’re too busy watching the man you’re with to notice the stares. Your man.

He leads you up some stairs, pushing through several people waiting for the restroom to a dark empty bedroom. He pushes you inside, following closely behind.

While you take a few steps in he locks the door. When you turn to face him he’s already standing near you, looking down on you.

“How’d I get so lucky?” Chris says as pulls you closer, his arms find their way to under your thighs. Picking you up in one swift motion.

“So fucking beautiful and all mine.” He gently sets you on the bed, never letting go.

He’s on top of you, looking at you with so much more than just lust.

“All yours.” You respond, your hands already working on taking his shirt off.

“So eager.” He laughs, pulling it off the rest of the way.

You watch in anticipation as he undresses himself. Once he’s full naked and ready, he’s tugging at your pants.

You lift your hips to help him as he slips them off. After a few moments you’re both naked and he’s dropping to his knees. His arms under your legs pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. His face a few inches away from your glistening cunt.

“I love the way you’re always so ready for me. Always so wet.” He murmurs, kissing your inner thigh.

Without hesitation his mouth dips into your folds, finding your most sensitive spot,teasing it and kissing it lightly before applying more pressure.

Your hand find his hair, your hips tighten as your mouth lets sweet moans leave it. Letting him know he’s doing a good job.

His tongue plays with your clit, as his finger caresses ur lips then slips into your hole. A loud moan leaves your mouth at the new sensation.

He continues, his motivation is the sinful sounds that come from your lips. He hears you say more somewhere in the mix of moans and curse words. So he adds another finger, pumping in and out of you at a steady pace.

His mouth still tactfully working on your bud. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to get you to your climax. The squeezing of your walls, lets him know you are close.

“Don’t stop.” You mutter pulling on his hair, as an attempt to pull him closer.

Your hips moving with his face, nearly riding it in an attempt to finish.

Chris moves faster, just enough to cause you to come undone. Releasing all over his fingers. He slows his movements until they come to a halt as he pulls away.

“You always taste so good. Do you wanna taste?” He ask as he stands up, his two fingers finding their way to your mouth.You nod yes in response, opening your mouth enough so he can set them on your tongue.

You taste yourself while never breaking eye contact even when he pulls them from your mouth.

“Fuck you’re such a good girl.” Chris groans, pulling you back to the edge of the bed.

He raises one of your legs with one hand, the other hand aligning his cock to your hole.

As he slowly, inch by inch fills you up he’s grabbing your other leg. Both of them in the air and supported by Chris as he bottoms out inside of you.

You whimper at the stretch and the feeling of being full. His hips start to move, slow motions as he fucks you. Painfully slow, you need more.

It’s like he can read your minds because before you can ask, he’s pounding into you at a brutal pace. You’re a moaning mess under him, your legs being pushed wider as he fucks you harder.

The only sounds is your moans, his grunting and the sound of skin slapping. Your pussy is so wet it’s loud as he goes in and out of you.

“So fucking wet for me” he groans

The muffled sounds of the party down stairs is barley heard theough the door.

Everyone upstairs can most certainly hear but in the moment you couldn’t care less.

“Fuck, you take me so good. It’s like your pussy was made for my cock.” He stammers as he attempts to talk while sinking in and out of your wet, warm core.

He continues to speak his mind, letting all his thoughts flow out without a filter. His movements never stop, desperate to please you and please himself in the process.

He’s pushing you deeper into the bed with every single thrust. Your hands find their way to his back, as he pressed himself closer to you. Kissing you hungrily as his hips continue to roll into you.

Your hands scratch into his back, leaving marks in their tracks. He groans as a response, into your lips as you two kiss.

You start to feel that familiar coiling tension. Your fluttering walls let chris know that you’re coming close to your climax. He continues the same pace, pulling his face away from yours so he can watch you come undone.

His favorite thing to witness and be the cause of. Your back arches as the tensions finally snaps.

Your walks tighten as you come all over his cock.

Which is enough to push him over the edge, he pulls himself out leaving you empty. Without missing a beat he grips his dick, pumping it roughly. Allowing himself to finish on your stomach.

When he’s done, he’s pressing a sweet breathy kiss to your lips before stumbling around in the dark to find something to clean up the mess he made.

You lay there for a moment before feeling him wipe you clean. When he’s sure as he can be that he got it all, he throws it across the room.

“Chris you can’t just..” Your own words cut off as you start to wonder whose room you two just fucked in.

“Whose room is this?” You question as he helps you get dressed again. As he pulls your shirt down over your head, he’s laughing.

“Nathan doe.” He speaks, you look around for the first time and it’s most definitely a teenage boys room.

“You didn’t.. we didn’t.. your bestfriends room” You reply, suddenly in a hurry to get dressed and back to the party. Moving his hands off you so he can get himself dressed.

“We did.” He grins, pulling his jeans on

“Chris..” You groan his name out but it doesn’t last long. His smile bringing you to smile.

Once you’re both dressed, he’s pressing another kiss to your lips. He grabs your hand and gently leads you out of the bedroom, praying that no one is sober enough to remember Chris and you going into Nathan’s room.

Only to met with several pairs of eyes, including his brothers and Nate not so silently watching and judging you.

Chris doesn’t seem to care, so you pretend to not notice. Following him back downstairs, to the couch where he was sat early.

“Chris.. I want to go to yours. Can we leave?” You say stopping him before he can take a seat.

“Give me like thirty minutes to sober up. I’m not nearly as intoxicated as you are…” He teases.

“But I did drink a little bit. We can leave soon, okay?” He says as he sits down, pulling you into his lap.

You have the cheesiest smile plastered on your lips. He’s acting as if it’s just another day, like this is a totally normal occurrence between the two of you. Like everyone in this room didn’t just watch him kiss his ex as a dare.

“Okay.” You nod, that smile still shining.

“You’re so cute and so drunk.” He whispers softly, his lips inches away from yours.

“And?” You question.

“And you’re so mine.” He says matter of factly.

“And?” You question again, eyes brows raised. Knowing what your tipsy self wants to hear.

As you smile waiting, he looks lost but you see it click in his eyes before he rolls them.

“And you’re the prettiest girl in the room.” He lets out a soft chuckle before kissing you unapologetically.

You kiss him back, drunkenly unaware of the eyes on you two and the gossip beginning to spread around the two of you.

Nothing could ruin this moment for you.

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A little Chris story I had a dream about this so I decided to make it and post it

[littlesliceofimmortality]

oh yeah, forgot to show off these freebie stickers im gonna be throwing into my next batch of orders :-)

[mattslolita]

ribs - n. sturniolo

in which ... a nightmare awakes you from your slumber, so you turn to your best friend for comfort. ( best friend!nick & black!fem!reader )

warnings ; mentions of claustrophobia, crying, fluffy ending <3

"𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

all you could do was run.

behind you was the looming shadow of the ugly, winged creature that's gaze bore into you with its five eyes, and its tentacles for hands which were poised to reach out for you.

unfortunately for you despite the disturbingly horrifying creature being completely hideous, for some reason the face of the creature and its eyes bore a familiar face — it was your ex.

the breakup was bad in hindsight, and now it was haunting your dreams. the never ending loop which you seemed to be running in was quickly coming to a close as you realized that you were nearing a cliff.

with one final look behind you, the familiar eyes of the monster that was your ex stared back, baring its enormous fangs as its crusty, large lips upturned at you, reaching out to grab you.

you jumped.

it wasn't the best decision — the deep blue depths of ocean below was suffocating as you fell in. your eyes couldn't close as you now felt as if you couldn't breathe. air became restricted in your lungs.

a loud gasp escaped your lips as you shot up in your bed, cold sweat beading your forehead. it was sure to mess up the baby hairs, which you felt sticking up as you looked on either side of you seeing you had been gripping the sheets.

you looked around yourself frantically, noticing your environment — the spare bedroom in your best friends' house. the sheets were bunched up all around you and the room was cold, the moonlight illuminating on the bed.

still startled, you ran a hand through your box braids, feeling that your scarf was now scattered under the pillows somewhere. tears welled up in your eyes, as you swung your legs off the side of the bed.

your legs felt wobbly as you remembered the horrifying creature in the nightmare, causing you to quickly grab your stuffed teddy bear, admiral snuggles. it was a gift from your best friend on your tenth birthday, and you've had it ever since, even at your adult age of twenty.

nick.

a small sigh of relief washed over you as you immediately made your way to his room. out of the three triplets you were best friends with, you and nick were the closest without a doubt. he was the first person you came out to when you realized you were pansexual, the first person to deal with your first heartbreak; nick was there for any and everything you went through, your number one best friend.

your socked feet padded against the tile floor as you crept upstairs towards nick's room. for a split second as you passed matt's room, you debated on seeing if he was still awake instead, but decided against it.

you finally made it to nick's room — you pushed the door open, seeing the sleeping blonde somewhat sprawled across his bed. you instantly feel bad for the fact that you're about to disturb his peaceful slumber, but matt would probably be too shy ( which you thought was sweet since you had a crush on him ) and chris has a tendency of clinging to your body too tightly when you're cuddling.

with a sigh you walk towards nick, tapping him lightly. he stirs for a second but doesn't wake. you tap his shoulder again, this time a little harder as the darkness that looms over you in the room starts to remind you of your dream once again.

a sniffle sounds from your mouth as your waterline wells with tears again — nick stirs once again before his eyes flutter open, and he looks around and rubs his eyes before they land on you. "y/n? what's wrong?"

"i had a really bad nightmare," you whisper, pulling your nail up to your mouth as your lip quivers, "i'm sorry for bothering you..."

"c'mere," nick tells you, sitting up in the bed, scooting over and patting the spot next to him.

you immediately crawl into the bed next to him — as soon as he wraps around you, you begin to sob into his sleeve whilst he runs a comforting hand around your shoulder.

"nick it was bad," you sniffle, wiping at your eyes, "i felt like i couldn't breathe..."

"sh, it's okay," nick says comfortingly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "you don't have to tell me about the dream yet since you're still shaken up."

you sniffled and laid your head on his chest, your eyes darting around the room. "can i turn that lamp on, please?"

"definitely," nick says, getting up from the bed as you wriggle your feet under the covers. he turns on the lamp in the corner of the room, then he turns to you with a soft grin. "i'm gonna get you some water, okay? do you want anything to eat?"

"nick you don't have to," you sigh, twisting a braid in your hand as you give him a weary, "it's bad enough i woke you up."

"y/n i'm not going back to sleep any time soon," nick waves you off, giving you a stern expression, "goldfish?"

you nod meekly with a small smile, and nick nods to you and quickly exits the room — even though you didn't want to be alone right now, you felt yourself relax in the comfort of nick's warm room. his scent was enough to make you relax into the bed as you got comfortable under the covers.

nick came back into his room with three waters and a big packet of goldfish in his arms, to which you quickly got up to take the waters out of his hand and set them on the bedside table.

"i'm so glad y'all got the multicolored ones," you giggle softly, climbing back into bed next to nick as he holds a water out to you.

he takes the goldfish from you while you chug the water, setting it down on the table. you turn back to nick with a smile, and he smiles back and opens the package.

both of you begin digging into the goldfish as you talk about anything that comes to mind — a movie you both wanna see, you possibly telling matt about your crush on him, easiest bugs to kill, basically anything you guys can think about; it was one of the things you liked most about the two of you. when trying to stray away from a bad incident or something nick was so good at distracting you from what was going on around you.

talks like this usually ended in lots of laughter, and you wouldn't be surprised if matt came knocking on the door trying to hush the both of you up — but surprisingly? you both were quieter than how you usually were.

it wasn't until an hour later you felt your eyelids get heavy as slumber was about to come over you again. nick noticing you struggle to keep your eyes open, he pries the goldfish out of your hands and sets them on the table beside you.

"lay down on your back, y/n," nick instructs you, and you nod sleepily as you lay down, facing him.

"niiiiick," you sing sleepily, yawning into your hand.

"what's up boo?" nick asks you, pulling the covers up over both of you.

"thank youuuuu," you sing, coming out a whisper as your eyes fully close.

"i love you, girl," nick giggles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, "now go to sleep."

"i will..."

you bring your head closer to nick's chest, wrapping your arm around his torso as he brings his arm to rest over you. he watched you carefully as your chest heaved up and down in a rhythmic pattern — he smiles gently at you, hoping that you realized you were safe now with him and that your sleep would be peaceful from now on.

with one final kiss to your forehead, nick's eyes finally drift shut as he lets sleep consume him.

( lilly's section 💌 )

i wanted this to be longer, but im horrible at dialogue :(( for chris's main hoes🤍🩹, esp my baby @thenickgirl ! love you guys so much, hope you liked this <3

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[tarkovskijj]

Stromboli 1950, dir. Roberto Rossellini

[caydennnnnnn]

she call me chris sturniolo the way i order large pepsi's from taco bell at 1 am on a thursday😜😜

[toyastales]

Philly Cheesesteak Stromboli

[fattributes]

Easy Mushroom and Pepperoni Stromboli

[xprakzif]

𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙪𝙥 • m.sturniolo

the sequel to for the night

parings: matt x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT MDNI, bleeding(briefly), p in v, raw intercourse, kissing, foul language

summary: after matt’s ‘on night stand’, he’s haunted by the memory when he can’t escape her at a friends house.

“welcome, welcome! shoes off please”

the triplets had just arrived to larray’s house. nick brung them along to hang out and get to know eachother before they film a collab.

“this is nai!” he introduced nailea to the boys, she was sitting on the floor building what seemed to be a lego set, there was pieces scattered around and somethings already built as if she had help.

they exchanged greetings and introductions before having a seat on the long sofa.

“that’s cool, what is it?” chris joked to nailea, pointing to the pieces on the floor.

“it’s supposed to be flowers, we’re not finished” she replied.

“wow larri, i didn’t know you were artsy like that!” nick teased making chris giggle.

larray gave him a confused look, “i didn’t make that”

the boys stood lost, glancing at eachother. as if on cue, a creaking sound caught their attention.

“um, there might be blood on your bathroom floor from how many times i got scratched..”

there stood a wet cat in the arms of a girl.

no one recognized her, except matt.

this was the girl he met that night, the red lit room.

suddenly his cheeks tinted red, becoming flustered, embarrassed, and terrified all at once.

she wrapped the soaked feline in a towel, the article of clothing that she wore was awfully familiar. it was oversized and rolled up at the sleeves revealing small cuts on her hands and palms from basically wrestling the cat to bathe. underneath was a short white tank top paired with black shorts.

matt gulped, it was the flannel he left at the party. in the room. where they-

“oh, hi! nice to meet you guys, i’m y/n” she handed the irritated cat to larray, walking back to her place next to nailea on the floor.

they looked as if they finished a difficult puzzle, seeing it was her who accompanied nailea in building lego flowers.

the boys mentioned their names once again to introduce themselves to her. larray was in the background cooing at his fur-ball, letting the group settle in and become comfortable with one another.

“i swear matt has that same shirt, y/n” nick blurted gaining the center of attention.

she looked into matt’s eyes, they were feet apart but it felt like she was right in his face.

she recognized him, now she knew from where.

“i’m sure he does..” she smiled still locking eyes.

he shifted in his seat, a mix of embarrassment and shame. in his mind replayed that night. he shut out the voices surrounding him, focused on the vivid memory of being inside the girl who was just a few steps away. he felt his pants tighten.

chris smacked his chest making him flinch and nearly gasp as if he could read his mind.

“dude, hello?”

“huh- what?” matt replied.

“we’re asking if you’re hungry?” all eyes were on him. he scanned the room to see everyone waiting on his answer.

“i mean, yea i-i guess”

her gaze never left him, the acrylic nail on her thumb between her rows of teeth. she knew the effect she had, it only made her more excited.

they both lingered on each others skin for days. regretting not exchanging numbers, thinking it was only a one night thing. there was way more.

“alright, who’s coming?” nick was by the door with larray, ready to make a trip to mcdonald’s.

“me! me!” nailea leaped up singing her way to the door the collect her shoes.

“i’ll stay back, i’m actually enjoying this” y/n motioned toward the lego’s on the carpet.

“text me what you want!” nailea shouted, they began to walk out the door.

“you coming, matt?” chris asked peeking through the front door carefully not to let out the cats roaming about.

“nah, i- i’ll stay. just get me what i always get.”

chris nodded before shutting the front door. the sound of the group pulling off was heard vaguely, headlights shined across the curtains.

matt was watching until he felt the seat next to him move. she sat next to him, getting inches away from his face.

“hi,” she whispered, her legs bent under her body.

“hey” he responded with less confidence.

“matt..” he shuddered at the sound of his name in her voice, “i couldn’t stop thinking about you,”

her hand ran down his bicep to his, grasping it gently. his eyes watched every movement.

she was waiting for him to say something, anything. she didn’t want to look stupid trying to get to him when he only wanted to hook up for a night.

but that was far from it.

unexpectedly, their lips collided. he moved his hands to hold her face while she wrapped hers around his neck.

mouths moving at such a speed filled with passion and lust. their tongues collided and twirled around one another mixing their dna.

matt pulled away barley, “you know,” placing another kiss to her lips, “this looks way better on you than me,” tugging on his own flannel she wore, “but i’d like to see if off right now.”

she wasted no time in almost ripping off the fabric, tossing it over the sofa they were on. she layed backward pulling him down with her. both lips finding their way back to his.

matt’s phone buzzed in the pocket of his jeans, ignoring it too fulfilled in the moment.

he kissed down her neck, leaving wet marks down to her chest right where her heart was. lifting up the small shirt that barley reached her waist. underneath was bare, getting to work right away kissing all over her boobs, occasionally sucking on the soft skin.

randomly her phone buzzed loudly, causing them to jump. it didn’t stop there, she was receiving a call this time. he smirked at her frustration, mentally laughing remembering how last time it was his phone being blown up.

she reached over to the floor, it was nailea.

“hello?”

“y/n! we’re texting you guys, what do you want?”

“i’m actually not hungry-“

“me neither!” matt interrupted and snatched the phone from her hands ending the call, eager to continue.

she giggled, soon turning into a subtle moan as he continued nibbling at her flesh.

the heat in her skin tight shorts was killing her, so she pushed him back up and straddled his lap. his eyes grew slightly wide at the action but he obliged.

before doing so, she lifted her self to remove her shorts. beginning to unbutton his jeans and tugging for him to move, “y-you gonna ride me?” he smirked, a little too excited.

she nodded with her bottom lip bitten. in swift motion his pants along with his boxers were halfway down his thighs.

he was already rock solid from all the kissing, visibly throbbing. she took ahold of it and slid her panties to the side.

she ran his tip up and down her slippery folds preparing it for entrance.

he was groaning and whining at the feeling, eyes shutting and reopening as if he was falling asleep.

finally sinking down onto him they both let out a throaty moan. he let out a few curse words as she began grinding back and forth.

“i’ve missed you..” he whispered almost like a sigh.

“m-“ she couldn’t even speak, the pleasure building up from his long size hitting her spot with each push.

it felt so good to him, but he wanted more. his long fingers gripped her hips to hold her in place as he started fucking into her from below.

“matt!” she cried out.

he wanted to release so badly, knowing the others could be back any minute, he didn’t want to be interrupted.

his head was thrown back as he grunted with each hit. her mouth was open unable to make sound as she was on edge.

“s-so good, you gonna c-cum for me just like last time?”

“fuck- yes!” she almost screamed out. with that the burning sensation of him hitting her g-spot bloomed throughout her body during her high.

she was a trembling mess, moaning and gasping for air as he kept going to reach his. she leaned down and pressed her forehead against his.

“up- i’m gonna- fuck-“ he tried to move her but it was too good he couldn’t help himself. strings of white painted her walls as if they weren’t already slimy.

he panted his way to relaxation after moaning loudly riding his high. they stood still for a moment catching their breaths. both of their eyes opening to look at eachother.

“i really like you, matt” she whispered hesitantly. still unsure of his intentions.

“yea.. i like you too. i don’t think i can just do the ‘one night’ thing with you..” they smiled and felt relieved at the mutual feeling.

she placed a kiss to his lips then hopped off to clean herself in the bathroom.

she returned to find him all fixed up, now checking out the lego set her and nailea were attempting to make.

“stop! i know you’re making fun of me” picking up the flannel from the floor and putting it back on, “also you’re not getting this back!”

“good, i love it on you”

the front door opened revealing the crew with bags of food and drinks in their arms.

“we’re back! i know you guys said you weren’t hungry but we still got you some!” nailea mentioned placing the bags on the coffee table.

“you’re literally the best,” y/n added.

sounds of moist pattering came down the stairs.

“y/n! i thought you were blow drying her!”

larray held up the still damp cat. her eyes grew wide and matt blushed.

“i forgot! i can still do it- i was too busy um.. working on the lego flowers!” she lied to not raise suspicions as everyone began to eat.

“girl-“ larray walked over to check out the progress, which there wasn’t any, “you ain’t even do anything! and why does it smell like sex in here?!”

“it’s the wet cat” matt joked through a full mouth of fries, y/n hiding her laughter in the process while he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“i’ll get the blow dryer..”

LOWKEY wrote this fast

part 2 of “tell him” coming soonnnn also happy birthday to my bae larray <33

[hollandsangel]

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