#sturniolo headcannons

[bernardsbendystraws]

!! NSFW LINKS. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Make sure you are logged into X in order to open the links.

KEY - [ ✧ - matt ] [ ☆ - chris ] [ ʚɞ - chratt ]

☆ he makes you so sticky [ link ]

✧ tying you up [ link ]

☆ fucking you on his desk [ link ]

✧ pounding you in his bed [ link ]

✧ you squirt from his fingers [ link ]

✧ STOMACH BULGE [ link ]

☆ early morning backshots [ link ]

✧ you ride so good [ link ]

✧ MUNCH [ link ]

✧ slow & deep [ link ]

☆ worshipping you [ link ]

✧ loves your tits [ link ]

ʚɞ they love using their hands [ link ]

ʚɞ BOTH AT THE SAME TIME [ link ]

blame @chrisbratt333 for this. she sent me a link and i went down a loophole

[muwapsturniolo]

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕!

Chris soft launching Bunny....and Doll knows nothing.

✗ fluff, thats it

combined au with @bernardsbendystraws Doll au!- find the au master list here for doll . creds to rose as well for the layout of this !!!!

@/christophersturniolo: cupid's chokehold🐰🐾

Loading comments. . .

@/matthew.sturniolo : kid gets a girlfriend and doesn't even tell his brothers. ⤷ @/christopersturniolo : none of your business actually

@/nicolassturniolo: IS THIS WHO I THINK IT IS?!?!?! ⤷ @/christophersturniolo: shut your damn mouth and don't say shit.. ⤷@matthew.sturniolo: so nick gets to know and i don't? alr kid....

@/ bunny.lastname: ˚.🎀༘⋆ ⤷ @/christophersturniolo: wait htf did you do that? ⤷ @/bunny.lastname: not telling! ⤷ @/christophersturniolo: not even for a strawberry and cream dr. pepper? ⤷@/bunny.lastname : you aren't playing fair :(

[sturniolo-szn2]

BABY - C.S

warnings - smut, angst, short, FWB, mentions of a random hookup (let me know if I missed any)

BACKSTORY

you and Chris are FWB, he says it's not committal, but you really want it to be. You're really starting to fall for him but it's hard, you know this wasn't ever supposed to happen, but God he is so hot. It all started as a random bathroom hookup, but it now turned into every week hookups.

PRESENT TIME

you were hanging out with nick and matt, and somehow that ended up in your face down ass up in Chris's bed with him pounding into you from behind. You wanted to end this FWB, you wanted to end somehow getting in Chris's bed every week, but you simply couldn't it just felt too good to end.

week later

your in his room watching a show(the notebook) with him, or so you thought, you weren't truly watching it you were too focused on how his dick would feel inside you.

"So baby, why are your clothes still on"

"Chris, we have to stop this, i want a relationship and you clearly don't want one"

and somehow you ended up in the same position as last week, face down, ass up moaning loudly.

"Oh Chris, fuck me harder"

"Yeah, you want this big dick to fuck you harder"

"Yes, daddy please!"

and so, he did, causing you to moan even louder

"Oh, Chris please please" "please I need you so much" "too much Chris too much"

and after the good fuck, it always ended the same, Chris grabbing a washcloth and quickly cleaning himself and you up and changing you and him then he leaves.

and that's how Friday ends, with you getting your back blown out by your FWB, until one night where you ended it for good

"Chris, we need to talk"

"What, you want me to fuck you again?"

"No Chris that's not why I'm here, we need to talk about our situation. what are we? just FWB?! I'm fucking sick of its Chris; every time I try to talk to a guy you tell him we're together and I'm taken! I'm sick of its Chris."

"didn't know ya felt this way, baby"

"BABY?! Chris what are we? and we FWB, a situationship, dating, a stupid talking stage? I'm hurt Chris, you go to the club all the time, hook up with random girls, getting drunk while I'm here at my apartment, I never fucking do that stuff Chris because you won't let me!!"

"we're just friends with benefits, Y/N"

"Then we're not 'friends with benefits' anymore."

"Y/N your being so dramatic, just get out."

and so, you did, you started to pack all of your stuff that you left, and you walked out, and once you went into the driveway, you broke down, tears streaming down your face as you drove home from Chris's house for probably the last time.

and that's how the FWB ended, and also your friendship you and Chris were friends since kindergarten, and now all of that is suddenly ruined because you two decided to have bathroom sex at a wedding one day.

@chrissturnsfav @lezleeferguson-120 @mattscoquette @sturniolo04 @lvrsturniolo @baileysturnz @leisturni @bernardsbendystraws @delilahsturniolo

[angelic-sturniolos111]

PDA

Matt Sturniolo bf headcannons

warnings: kinda sorta nsfw at points

author’s note: some of these are like, semi-public? idk just play along you get the gist.

you knew physical touch was his love language when you met, that was evident, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine what he would be doing once you two actually started dating

mans is BIG on hand holding (his large hands with your small ones make you think dirty things every-time tbh)

^ he’s always bringing your hands up so he can kiss the back of yours

at outings/parties he always has a hand around your waist, and gives you kisses on your forehead or cheek every now and then while you’re deep in conversation with someone

too shy to make out with you at parties, but he always makes sure you’re standing in front of him leaning back against him (he usually gets hard bc you’ll sway your hips against him— you know what you’re doing 😉)

periodically squeezes your ass. always. everywhere. mall, restaurant, party, airport… he’s giving a cheek a brief but firm squeeze when he thinks no one is looking

HUGS. FROM. BEHIND. his fav and go-to move. always hugging you from behind everywhere you go. leaning his head into the crook of your neck and moving his hands to lightly grip your waist 🤭

loves giving you hickeys in the bedroom so everyone knows you’re his

you’re his passenger princess… while his left hand is steering his other is gripping your thigh [a/n: that was cringe sorry]

^ he likes to hold the car door open for you because he’s a hopeless romantic sometimes

^^ he holds every door open for you though

if you’re in public (party, club, whatever) and he sees a guy looking at you in a way he doesn’t particularly like he’ll immediately bring you in for a passionate kiss while he slides his hand down to your ass

[bonus for my tatted babes!!!!] he loves rubbing his thumb along your tattoos 😩 just so loving and fluffy and heartfelt and tbh they turn him onnnnnn

**********

I want to make a tag list for my posts! Here’s the current tag list I’ve made based on my favorite Sturniolo pages 🥰

@flowerxbunnie @delimeats-000 @daddyslilchickenfingers @sturniolosluvv @lovingmattysposts @lustfulslxt @sturnioloskies @recklesssturniolo

Leave a comment if you wanna be added to my tag list!

Love you all babes!

-Kay 🖤

[sturnsorbit]

never been more grateful to have my nickname growing up be lala. god bless me

when i tell u my mouth DROPPED i replayed that shit so quick😭. also bc i feel like my family nickname is so rare, or ever rlly heard and its spanish so why would a white guy say it yk? this just proves my point that latinas are for matt goodnight

[mattsnight]

dad!chris headcannons ! ✧₊⁺

During the pregnancy ୨ৎ

Dad!Chris who is scared to be a dad at first, but ends up being an absolute god in parenting.

Dad!Chris who helps you with everything. Dishes need to be unloaded? He’ll do it. Clothes need to be folded? He’ll do it.

Dad!Chris who drives to the supermarket at 1 am just to get you food that makes your cravings go away.

Dad!Chris who rubs your feet whenever they get sore.

Dad!Chris who is overly excited about the birth, but also doesn’t know what to do.

Dad!Chris who panics when your water breaks.

“Your water broke? What do we do? Oh my god”

Dad!Chris who doesn’t leave your side as you give birth to your daughter.

Dad!Chris who cries when your daughter is finally born.

“Baby, are you okay?” You ask Chris, noticing his emotional state. “Yeah all good.. she’s beautiful.”

The first few months of parenting ୨ৎ

Dad!Chris who did the hot dad walk when walking out of the hospital.

Dad!Chris who takes care of the baby at night, because he knows how tired you are.

Dad!Chris who does the airplane move when feeding your baby.

“Anddd… there comes the airplane!” Chris says. Your daughter excitedly opens her mouth and throws her arms into the air.

Dad!Chris who does NOT show his daughter’s face on the internet.

Dad!Chris who doesn’t shut up when he’s talking about his daughter to his friends/family.

Dad!Chris who overshops baby clothes just because “they’re cute”.

Dad!Chris who loves to spoil your daughter.

Dad!Chris who cries again when your daughter turns 1.

“Why does she grow up so fast?” Chris says as tears fall down his face. He loved seeing your baby girl get older, but it also was a little sad.

[liiixsturniolos]

Singer!reader x rapper!chris hc

more here

rapper!chris ... can't keep his hands off of you anywhere you are. At awards shows, at home anywhere, he will be grabbing your waist or your ass definitely.

rapper!chris ... records your moans and adds them into the background of his songs. Fans eventually hear the faint ad-lib noises..

rapper!chris ... loves when you wear his clothes, he'll beg to swap underwear for the day which you find hilarious, and he'll give you his shirts to sleep in.

rapper!chris ... pretend punches your ass as a joke- when you're led on your stomach on his bed, he'll creep up behind you and slap and punch your ass gently.

rapper!chris ... plays your songs while you have sex, he thinks it's so funny to fuck you while your voice sings in the back.

rapper!chris ... puts you on his album cover, a photo he took of you in a flower garden, which surprises you as you'd have assumed he would've picked a less innocent, cute photo of you.

rapper!chris ... keeps you in the studio whenever he can, you'll sit on his lap while he raps into the mic and you help make beats for him, sometimes singing on his songs too.

rapper!chris ... asks you for your autograph as a joke, and makes you sign it on his arm, which eventually he'll have tattooed on him.

hpe you liked this! comments, likes, follows, re-blogs, any interaction is appreciated!!! Ily!

taglist: @matthewsroses @bull3t-f0r-my-v4l3nt1n3 @chrislilcumslvt @pvssychicken @ivysturnss @mattsbitchh @sturniolo-fann @matts-myloverboy @emely9274 @sophand4n4 @uncannyguava @st6niolo @madifilipowiczslvt

[teapartyprincess4two]

Talkative- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Yapper!reader x Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW headcannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship

summary: head cannons of Matt with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!

Talkative- C. Sturniolo (Chris’s Version)

Talkative- N. Sturniolo (Nick’s Version)

—

☆ SFW

It’s no secret that you love to talk, you can ramble on about topic after topic and never run out of things to say. Matt loves listening to you, whether you’re retelling your day or just discussing a topic you find interesting.

☆ you always ask him rhetorical questions in between your stories, “Okay, but can you believe she said that?” But you never give him enough time to respond.

☆ he just nods his head and hums in response, confused with all the characters of the story.

☆ when you’re watching a movie you always start asking questions about the characters or commenting on the scene.

☆ “why did they do that?” or “wow that’s a cute dress, I really like that.”

☆ most times he responds just so you know he’s listening, but other times he’ll ignore you because he’s too immersed in the movie.

☆ “Y/n I don’t fucking know, this is my first time watching this movie too,” and “That is a cute dress, baby. You’d look nice in it.”

☆ you’re ALWAYS last to finish your meal, mostly because you keep talking in between bites.

☆ he listens intently, responding in between mouthfuls of food with small “uh huh’s” and “yup’s.”

☆ by the end of your stories you’re usually not hungry anymore, so he eats your leftovers while you start yet another story.

☆ when you guys go through drive throughs he knows to just sit as far back into the drivers seat as possible.

☆ you’re leaning over him, chatting with the worker and somehow managing to learn their whole life story before you can even order.

☆ or when you’re going somewhere new and he needs the GPS you’ll constantly talk over it

☆ after missing like five exits, he begins to find it annoying

☆ “Babe, shhhhh,” he’ll smother your mouth with his hand while he grips the wheel with the other.

☆ that never stops you though, you just mumble from behind his hand.

☆ you’re such a good story teller that he can imagine everything you say.

☆ your stories have him dying of laughter, and it’s even funnier that you don’t laugh, you just continue telling the stories like normal.

☆ by the end of your story his face and ribs hurt from laughing so much, “Holy fuck that was hilarious.”

☆ when you say outlandish things he stares at you in shock, “Y/n! You can’t say that!”

☆ you just stare at him blankly and continue voicing your opinions.

☆ he looks at anyone who tells you to shut up with the ugliest, meanest stank face.

☆ you talk to EVERYONE whether it be in the checkout line in the grocery store or in the waiting room at the doctors office.

☆ Matt just turns away for one second and then when he looks back at you, you’re talking to an elderly lady and walking in the complete opposite direction.

☆ “Aw Matt, she said her cat died.”

☆ “Y/n, the cashier asked for your card.”

☆ “Oh, right! So sorry about that-”

☆ “You know what? I’ll pay for it,” he cuts you off before your rambling can distract you again.

☆ on the odd days that you’re quiet, he’ll know somethings wrong.

☆ you’re just sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix on the TV or typing away mindlessly on your laptop.

☆ “What’s wrong with you?” he says abrasively, like if he’s upset that you’re quiet.

☆ you’ll just shake your head, choosing to remain silent.

☆ “Did somebody do something to you? Why are you so quiet?” he’s ready to fight whoever made you upset.

☆ “I’m just tired,” you mumble, followed with a quick shrug.

☆ He doesn’t pry, he just lays with you and waits until your mood picks up so he can listen to more stories.

☆ if he ever starts telling someone a story you’re quick to interrupt, “no that’s not what happened!”

☆ he playfully rolls his eyes and lets you take the spotlight.

☆ NSFW

Although Matt loves listening to you talk, sometimes it becomes too much. So, he has to get creative and think of ways to shut you up.

☆ the movie is getting good and you won’t stop talking, asking about the characters and the storyline.

☆ next thing you know you’re on your knees with Matt’s dick in your mouth.

☆ he’ll let you do all the work as he continues to watch the movie in silence.

☆ sometimes you’re a little too friendly with strangers.

☆ Matt’s not usually the jealous type, but he knows that guys get the wrong idea when you’re talking to them and that they mistake your friendliness for flirting.

☆ he’ll pull you away and take you to a secluded area, “we gotta go.”

☆ “Wait but I wasn’t finished talk-“

☆ “we gotta go, Y/n.”

☆ then he’s fucking you and making you talk to him through it, “C’mon, I thought you weren’t finished talking.”

☆ you’re forced to babble your way through it, each thrust fogging your brain more and more.

☆ other times he’ll let you use your words to praise him.

☆ like when he’s eating you out, he just wants to hear you say how good he’s doing.

☆ “Yes, baby, right there. You’re making me feel so good.”

☆ after, he’ll make you ride him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

☆ “You feel so good, baby. So big, I can’t take it.”

☆ your words are always enough to send him into a frenzy.

☆ he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and bucking into you until he cums.

☆ when you guys are done having sex, he’ll cuddle into your side and lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

☆ these are the moments when he talks and you just listen, only chiming in occasionally.

—

MASTERLIST

A/n:

YAP 🗣️YAP 🗣️YAP🗣️

thank you for this request I luv that I’m cementing my legacy as a certified yapper 😏

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

—

taglist: @nicksmainbitch @sturniololovers @mayhem-72 @worldlxvlys @gnxosblog @meg-sturniolo @creamoncreamoncream2 @mattnchrisworld @sanyi5 @lustfulslxt @whicked-hazlatwhore @tworosesblackthorn

note: if you want to be tagged in my fanfic related posts, you can access my TAGLIST and comment 💐

[chrissturnsfav]

♡ fratboy!chris making bsf!sorority!reader squirt for the first time

"c-chris—i-i can't—" you cut yourself off with a sharp whine, your thighs trembling around chris' head which is stuffed between them. he has a hand on your hip to keep you from squirming, the other finger fucking three fingers deep inside your sopping pussy while his tongue works your clit.

you're very overstimulated. chris has been down there for way too long, and every time he makes you cum, he doesn't stop. he keeps going, and every round gets more to be too much than the last. but the thing is, you’re not even trying to get away.

the state you're in doesn't help either, having smoked one too many joints with chris in his room, which lead to this as usual. your vision is cloudy, your mind is hazy, and the way he's eating you out with so much vigor makes you feel like you might just burst.

"i-i can't, i can't—" you whimper, your back arching off the bed, fingers pulling hard at his messy brown waves, panting heavily. you can barely see him through your splotchy vision, but you can tell he's having a damn field day.

his eyes are closed, pussy drunk beyond belief, shoving his fingers in and out of your abused cunt at an ungodly pace while his lips suck on your clit like a lollipop. chris is letting out low groans and grunts at your taste, always so sweet, and the way your pussy is so pretty and sloppy—his saliva drooling down your skin mixed with slick.

"p-puh-please," you gasp, inhaling shakily, overstimulated tears brimming your waterline as you try to buck your hips against his face, but his hand on your hip pushes you back down, grunting against your cunt, sending a vibration through you that makes your thighs burn.

"shh—you're good, kid, relax," he mumbles against your sensitive pearl, swirling his tongue around it as his red-rimmed eyes flit up to your fucked out face. "just gimme one more, c'mon. i know you can."

you can feel a tension bubbling in your tummy, like an intense pressure that's about to burst, that makes you want to push out, and it feels like everything is a blur. strings of heavy whines and moans come from your quivering lips, your head throwing back into his pillows as you pull his hair harder, eliciting a groan from him.

this feeling is unfamiliar, and it's so much, but you make no effort to move away. "chris! i-i can't, i can't! t-too much!" you pant, your belly muscles flexing when the pressure intensifies.

chris growls against your cute cunt, narrowing his eyes up at you, only fucking his fingers into you faster as your gummy walls squeeze around them, the wet squelches coming from your hole making his dick harder than it already is.

"too much?" he chuckles darkly, tapping his tongue flatly against your bud with a wet pat pat pat. "nah. s'never too much for you. just cum f'me, can feel you squeezin' my fingers."

and suddenly, you involuntarily push down when the pressure explodes in your belly, letting out a strangled squeal as a clear liquid gushes from your aching pussy, soaking chris' face and hand. your thighs shake and squeeze around his head, your vision white, back bowing off the bed as you squirm. you've never felt anything so fucking intense before.

chris groans lowly in surprise and arousal. he feels his cock twitching in his sweatpants, chuckling darkly as he licks up your mess from your inner thighs and pulsing cunt, slowly fingering you through your high before removing his fingers. he sits up on his knees, his face coated in a sheen of your release as he sucks his fingers clean.

you don't even know what's happened until you lift your head to look at him through lidded eyes, panting like crazy, your eyes widening when you realize what you just did, and you feel a little embarrassed too.

"goddamn, kid," he snickers tauntingly, licking your release off his arm as he keeps his eyes on your embarrassed face, your shocked eyes flickering from the tent in his sweats to his damp face. "didn't know you could do that shit, made a pretty lil' mess all over my face. fuckin' hot."

thank you for reading!! <3

tags 🏷️: @sturnobsessedwh0re , @idrk2292 , @mattsbrat , @ribbonlovergirl , @matthewsroses , @mattsdemi , @emely9274 , @frankoceanfanpage , @ifwdominicfike , @marrykisskilled , @strnilolover , @cayleeuhithinknott , @sturns-mermaid , @sophand4n4 , @sturnsrecord , @purpledragon222 , @faiyaz555 , @jocelyncsblog , @divinesturn , @slut4chris888 , @chriss-slutt , @ilovedanielcaesar , @annsx03 , @snoopychris , @chrissweetheart , @slutformatt17 , @mattsturnii , @dominicfikeenthusiast , @chrisbratt333 , @ivysturnss , @tessasturns , @coquettechris , @courta13 , @sturniolo101 , @malsmind , @mattsleftball , @softhyunieeee , @whore4mattsturniolo , @tezzzzzzzz , @corspebridedelrey , @softhyunieeee , @sturn1oh0 , @riasturns , @u-didnt-see-this , @sturniolo-szn2 , @backwardshatnick , @lovesturni0l0s , @skye-44 , @chris444evr , @sturnsheart , @megluvrr

@chrissturnsfav ™

[sturnsmadl]

bf!matt headcannons!

warnings!- swearing, angst (light ig), mostly fluff, some smut, not proof read, lover boy matt tbh, cuddling, kissing, idk what else :).

bf!matt who loves holding hands.

bf!matt who is possessive at parties.

"who's that?"

"some drunk guy. thought i was his girl."

"right.."

kisses you

bf!matt who refuses to let you do anything.

"the laundry.."

"nuh uh. move."

bf!matt who ties your shoelaces for you.

"i can do it matt."

"so can i."

bf!matt who keeps his hands warm in your jeans back pocket.

bf!matt who loves physical touch.

bf!matt who always drags you on late night walks during fall.

"we went last nightt!!"

"babe. fall doesn't last forever."

bf!matt who wipe your tears and hugs you when your upset.

"shh..your okay.."

bf!matt who adores carrying you.

"matt i can walk."

"i knowww. but carrying you is fun."

bf!matt who gets you a cat.

"its for you!"

"is it..?"

"i mean...mainly me..but yeah.."

bf!matt who can't stop touching you.

"matt its too hot. let go."

"your too hot."

"fuck off matt."

laughs

bf!matt who isn't massive on PDA but will do small touches.

bf!matt who loves hooking up in his car.

"fuck...yes baby.."

"matt! yes..fuck! yes!"

bf!matt who gets hard from you just sitting in his lap.

bf!matt who is definite that you're the mother of his children.

"we all have that phase matt."

"its not a phase. she's gonna be the mother of my kids chris."

"okay buddy.."

bf!matt who buys you a lot of makeup.

bf!matt who loves giving you hugs and cuddling.

"hi baby."

"oh hi. your back early huh?"

"yep..cuddles?"

bf!matt who made you your own drawer in his room.

bf!matt who always wants to be helping you.

"okay..lets wash this hair. huh?"

"i can wash it.."

"your tired and i love you so im gonna help."

bf!matt who needs to be near you at all times.

"where'd you go?!"

"to the bathroom.."

"jesus..could've told me.."

"wha- yeah..okay. go to sleep."

bf!matt who sits outside the shower door while you shower.

"and i was thinking. what if i just taught you to drive?"

"do we need to talk about this while im showering?"

bf!matt who loves filming sex tapes, especially backshots.

bf!matt who is extremely moody when you're gone.

"matt can you take the-"

"fuck off!"

"jesus..the fuck happened to you.."

bf!matt who hates arguing but you clearly pushed too far.

"probably my other man."

"what...?"

"what? i was kidding..matt.."

bf!matt who gives you silent treatment all day.

"can we talk..matt? come on.."

bf!matt who just cooks for himself he's so mad.

"you made my favourite? oh.."

walks away with a plate for himself

"fucking hell.."

bf!matt who doesn't pay attention to your apologies.

bf!matt who shoves past you, not realising how strong he is.

bf!matt who feels horrible when he accidentally hurts you.

"ow.."

"oh shit.. sorry baby. im so sorry okay? you're okay.."

bf!matt who finds you crying and is immediatley there.

"hey..is it still hurting? im so sorry.."

"no..im pregnant.."

bf!matt who attacks you with a hug when he finds out your pregnant.

"what?! oh my..oh my god! yes yes yes!"

bf!matt who is obsessed with your bump.

"so cute. a whole life's in there.."

"yep..you excited?"

"so."

bf!matt who is extremely overprotective while your pregnant.

"no!!"

"jesus..what?!"

"i can load the dishwasher. you sit."

"you made it sound like i was commiting a crime.."

bf!matt who always texts you while he's filming/streaming.

"can you put your phone down for 2 minutes??"

"yeah one second.."

"you said that 5 minutes ago!"

bf!matt who lets you force him into doing a tiktok dance with him.

bf!matt who freaks out at the birth.

bf!matt who takes the drive home a bit too carefully.

"babe, i know your nervous but we are barely moving."

"im not hurting the baby. im doing 20.."

"thats the problem."

a/n- this is just general bf matt unlike my others but yeah so this may push me back into my break because its absoulutely awful!! but im thinking of doing a halloween theme, doubt ill pull throught though! im so tired :)

taglist! @bellaonthelow @hrtsdollie @sturnclouds @christophersgf @ellizzyy @moonk1ss3d @phoenix062 @pixxiies @conspiracy-ash @blahbel668 @monroesturnns @gwennybenny @sturnobsessedwh0re @xoxo4chriss @pixie-sticks-are-good @wurlibydominicfike @anitahunt @ilusa @mattstrombolii @stvrlighht @asherrisrandom @amelia-sturniolo3 @lianomer

[theognatster]

girly girl! reader x Chris 🎀

he designed the pink fresh love set for her. Since she jokingly complained that pink is her color and there’s no pink.

he bought a set of what looked to be the same bedding you owned on your bed, to put on his bed when you stayed over. (Which is all the time). A white frilly comforter, with pink silk sheets. When he showed it to you, you had never been so happy and noticed in your life.

He loves helping you braid your hair. You taught him how to, so he helps you. Although, he prefers the unraveling process, he likes seeing how your hair looks like, all slightly curled from the braids.

He lets you braid his hair, he only lets you since you’re gentle with him. He lets you take a few pictures of him like that, and pretends to be annoyed but he doesn’t mind at all. He actually enjoys being your model.

He doesn’t let you pay for anything, new clothes? He’s paying for it. Anything? He’s paying for it. Even if you guys got an argument, it almost feels like he’s rather die than let you pay for something.

He loves your bows. You had started putting silk ribbons in your hair, or as accessories as you started seeing on TikTok. He thinks they’re so cute, soft, and fit your style really well. He’s even let you put on a bow on him. A small one, clipped to a part of his hair (normally hidden by his hats or beanies)

“Princess..my brothers are going to see and make fun of me..” he whined as you fixed the small ribbon.

“So what? You’re my pretty boy, and I want my signature to be there.” you explain, smiling softly.

he loves watching you get ready, seeing how meticulous you were with your makeup. How you put care into what you wear, and how you loved doing your hair. How you asked for his opinion on what earrings to wear, and what flavor lip gloss to wear.

“what flavor? pineapple or cherry?”

“lemme taste”

“CHRIS!”

A/N: I wanted to post some Chris content! Figured I don’t really see this much, and it seems really fun to write! Send stuff for headcannons like ideas, these are my favorites to write! Expect a Chris blurb/ fanfic some time soon! 🫶

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 — 𝐌.𝐒.

SUMMARY ʚɞ Moments where Matt shows you how much he's gonna miss you before tour.

CW ʚɞ Smut, fluff, and angst. Crying, needy sex, raw sex, creampie, p n v, kissing, teasing, begging, and more.

PAIRING ʚɞ Reader x Matt Sturniolo

A/N: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. This is pretty long, but half of it is smut (very emotional intimacy)

With love and big tits, Rose ➜ navigation

Tour. Sad yet exciting. 

You’re thrilled for your boyfriend, but you’re also a little depressed. He’s gonna be gone for so long, a busy schedule that will make calling a difficult task between different time zones and all the other chaos. 

Matt knows he’s gonna miss you. He’s enthralled by the idea of traveling around with Nick and Chris, but he’s less than happy about the thought of leaving you. 

The last day before he leaves, he shows you how much he’s really gonna miss you. 

01: Really Gonna Miss You.

“Baby,” Matt husks, trying to kiss lightly on the side of your neck as he spoons you from behind. 

You hazily grumble in response. Matt bites on his lower lip, nuzzling the tip of his nose beneath your ear as he hums against you. 

“Wanna go get breakfast?” he offers. Your eyes peek open. He feels his cheeks flush with a soft smile as you gleam over at him. 

The slight nod you offer makes his heart fill with a feathery warmth, his hand on your lower stomach massaging slightly as he places another delicate kiss on the side of your neck. 

“Hmmm, good,” he purrs, his breath fanning behind your ear making your body twinge with delight, “-gonna take you on a full adventure today. Makeup for all the missed time before and after the tour, alright?” 

Even though you’ve just woken up, you still feel like you’re dreaming. He’s just so sweet—so passionate and kind. You can’t help but clutch your hand on top of his, squeezing as he pulls you even closer. 

A slight laugh purses through your lips as you attempt to get up. Matt is reluctant to let you out of his hold, but eventually allows you to move, following you as you get ready. 

He gets dressed after you, making sure to coordinate his outfit to yours. The sight of him holding up articles of clothing against your outfit to match the colors perfectly makes your heart pulse in your chest. 

You’re really gonna miss him. 

Matt notices your face falling as you sit on the bed, waiting for him to finish getting dressed. He has jeans on, the shirt still laying on the duvet, but he doesn’t care. 

“Hey,” he coos, standing in front of you, cupping your face in his hands as he gleams down at you with a soft worry. “-what’s up, sweetheart?” he asks. 

Your lips twitch with sadness. Staring up towards the ceiling, you blink profusely, shaking your head as you feel his fingers glide delicately over your cheeks. 

Matt kneels down, guiding your eyes to his as he holds your face with a gentle grip. Your lip wobbles as you stare at him, the thought of him being so far away starting to really sink in. 

“What’s going on?” he questions, his voice soft yet deliberate. 

Your heart clenches in your chest, a lump in your throat making it harder to breathe as you choke out the words, “I…just—’m really gonna miss you.” 

Matt’s face falls as he sees a singular tear stride down your cheek. It takes all of his effort to keep his own emotions at bay, wanting to comfort you and make sure you’re happy with the little time you two have left together before he leaves. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he soothes, his knees shuffling across the ground as he moves closer to you. 

Matt drops his hands from your face, letting them slide down your arms before he clutches your hands on his own, resting the tangled fingers on top of your knees as he stares up at you with pure devotion. 

“-’m sorry, I’m—I’m trying not to think about it—”

He interrupts your stumbling words, clutching your hands tighter as he leans down, pressing soft kisses along each of your knuckles.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispers, pushing the back of your palm against his cheek. The feeling of his light stubble tickling into your skin makes your gut flutter with comfort. You take a deep breath, watching as he starts to kiss along your hands, his lips warm and gentle.

“I’m gonna miss you too. So much.” 

His voice is strained. You can’t help but feel your eyes fog with more tears, embracing the moment as you think of the painful thought of waking up alone. 

02: The Day of Dates.

After brunch, Matt refused to let the adventures end there. It’s been an eventful day, the sun barely above the horizon as you sit in his car, looking over the cliffside as the smell of McDonalds floods the car. 

Your face flushes as you feel him staring at you. All the food left you feeling full, but he left you feeling complete. 

Shifting, you adjust in the passenger seat, the feeling of his hand clasped around your thigh squeezing lightly. 

He really loves to touch you. It’s always been a big part of how he shows his love, and you have no complaints. However, today has been different. It’s like he can’t keep his hands off of you for even a millisecond. 

“You’re so beautiful.” he compliments, leaving over the center console to press a kiss to your cheek. The gentle touch of his lips leaves your stomach fluttering, your lips pursing together into  a tight line as you keep your gaze trained on the cotton candy sky through the front windshield. 

“Matt, you’re supposed to be watching the sunset.” you remark, biting on your lower lip as you feel one of his hands callus beneath your chin, pulling your gaze towards him. 

God. 

The look in his eyes makes you feel like you're melting. Your chest hitches with a sharp breath, your eyes softly falling shut as you feel his lips press against your own. 

No matter how many times you kiss him, it’s always the same feeling—sensations of pure bliss paired with a passionate comfort. 

Matt pulls back, smiling as he watches you slowly blink your eyes open towards him. “I don’t care about the sunset,” he purrs, leaning his forehead against your own as you feel the tip of his nose graze yours, “-not as much as I care about you.” 

03: Home. 

Coming home created more desperation. The day is over, your last day is practically gone. 

Matt’s lips are needy. His tongue plunders into your mouth with a romantic yearning. 

Hungrily, he kisses down your neck, his lips wandering around your breasts and down your stomach. “Can’t-” his lips grasp for air as he whispers against your skin, kissing you relentlessly as if he needs it more than air. “-get.” kiss. “-enough of you.” kiss. kiss. kiss. 

Your mouth draws open as you feel his length slide against your dripping cunt. Clothes had been discarded long ago, but he couldn’t seem to stop kissing you. 

He’s always loved foreplay and making out, but this is more than that, this is pure longing—absolute desperation.

Every second feels like hours. The sensation of a wet slick dripping from your heat is painfully apparent. Matt is selfish taking his time with you, trying to absorb every single sound leaving your lips as if he’s trying to remember this forever. 

“Matt, I—I need you.” you plea, your chest rising and falling with gasping breaths as you clutch onto his biceps while he hovers above you. 

“Hmmm, just,” he nips lightly on your nipple, his hand sliding up and down your waist, “-a little longer. Need this, baby. Need it so bad.” he groans. 

A sharp whine erupts from the back of your throat as you feel his throbbing length slide over your clit. Your body automatically chases the friction, a deep moan vibrating from his lips as you grind your hip against him. 

“Stay still.” he directs, his voice firm but gentle. You can’t help but shake your head vigorously, the ache between your legs unbearable as you repeat the motions. “Fuck.” he seethes, grasping tightly onto your waist, trying to keep you in place. 

Tears are bubbling on your lower lash line. Matt’s ears perk at the sound of a real cry falling from your lips, looking up and sparing a sympathetic frown as he watches a tear cascade down your cheek. 

“Oh, baby…” he coos, wiping the wetness off your face before placing a gentle peck to your lips. Matt looks into your eyes, sinking his hips to glide against your sobbing pussy as he watches your eyes roll with relief. 

“Matt, please.” you cry, your nails piercing into his arms as he readjusts himself slowly. 

“Need me to fuck you now, hm?” he asks, gliding his cock through your wetness as you vigorously nod your head. “Been teasin’ you too much, huh?” he tuts, slowly starting to push the tip of his length against your entrance, mocking your facial expression as your mouth drops into a perfect ‘O.’ 

“Please, please, please—oh!” you gasp, your chest hitching as your body freezes. 

The sensation of his length gliding into your hole making every pore on your skin burn, the stretch of his thick, veiny cock making you let out a broken moan. 

“That’s it, baby, c’mon, take it all for me,” he coos, hovering back on top of you as he pets his fingers over your cheek, slightly pulling out to let your slick coat his length before gliding right back in. “God,” he groans, his head falling into the crook of your neck as your walls clutch around his member tightly. 

He starts to gently rock his hips, his shoulders broadening with pride as he hears satisfied noises erupt from your lips. 

“Matt, it—I—mmmm,” you moan, completely at a loss for words as he ruts into you deeply, using precision to make sure he hits the perfect spot that makes your body tense with each thrust. 

Your sticky walls are grasping around his length so tightly that it’s hard to focus on anything but trying not to cum. Matt accidentally lets his instincts take over, a loud scream falling from your lips at a particularly hard thrust. 

“Sorry, I’m—’m sorry, fuck,” he groans, rocking himself in and out of you, completely lost in the way you feel—the way you sound. “-you feel so good.” he purrs. 

Your gut is twisted in knots. Every part of your body is pulsing with pleasure, words hard to find as you feel his movements speed up a little more, never losing any depth as he plunges his cock inside of you with deliberate intent. 

“Matt, I–it’s—close, baby, close,” you squeal, your breath stuck in your throat as his thick cock hits right where you need him to. 

“C’mon, you—you got it,” he praises, hissing as you start to convulse around his length. 

Your body is shaking, your face contorted with utter bliss as hot waves of euphoria crash over you. Matt feels his balls tighten, his high dangerously close as he tries to ride you through your own orgasm. 

“Sweetheart, gotta—need—’m gonna cum, where do you—” 

Matt is cut off as your legs wrap around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. He whimpers, trying to hold off, crying out as you hold him in place even tighter. 

Usually, you don’t let him finish inside of you, but right now you need it. You need it deep, hard, and raw. 

You need to be full. 

“Inside, Matt. Please.” 

Your voice is strained from all the overstimulation. Matt’s hips are tensing, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he leans against your shoulder, struggling to keep himself propped up. 

“Are you sure, baby?” he asks, getting cut off by an elongated moan as he feels your walls pulse around him. 

“I need it. Need you to fill me up—”

The words barely leave your mouth. Matt can’t help but lose any restraint, allowing himself to let go as the warmth of his cum erupts deep inside of you. 

Your hands tangle in his hair. He lets his body fall limp on top of you, his lungs burning as he gasps for air. 

And then the sad thought crashes over you again. 

He’s leaving tomorrow. Tonight is all you have. 

Matt slowly retracts his softening dick, trying to not stare as he watches his cum drip from your swollen pussy lips. You laugh as he nearly drools, his eyes trained on the sight as he stands up. 

“Sorry.” he blushes, rushing to get a damp cloth. 

The second he leaves, you feel a wave of defeat. 

You’re not ready to wake up alone, you’re not ready to feel so far from him. 

Matt comes back quickly, apologizing under his breath as he cleans you up with a damp cloth. He notices the sad look on your face as he tries to hand you your underwear, knowing you usually like to at least have panties on when sleeping. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, throwing the article of clothing back onto the ground carelessly as you hold an arm open for him. 

Matt slides on his back, resting against the pillows as you practically lay on top of him. “Hey, hey, hey,” he coos, feeling the dampness of your tears leak onto his neck, pulling you impossibly closer as you sniffle. 

“I—I…gonna—’m gonna miss you.” you stammer, choking on tears as you clutch onto him closer. 

His face furrows, his eyes fogging with an overflowing warmth as he loses his ability to hold his own tears back. 

“I’m gonna miss you too. So much.” he whispers. 

Matt continues to hold you in his arms. The two of you both fight off sleep as you try to take advantage of every minute you have left together. Random jokes, reminiscent memories…anything and everything is talked about under the moon until the sun starts to peek out into the sky. 

He’s exhausted. Waking up, he shuts off his alarm as quickly as possible, sighing in relief as he sees you still sound asleep. But he doesn’t regret it. In fact, he knows this night will keep him going when he starts to miss you really badly. 

He knows it’s gonna be okay as long as he’s coming home to you.

[cvnntagious]

♱ ⋮ 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⸝⸝

all my fratboy!chris blurbs, fics, and wips : here

fuckboy!matt ver. here

⇢ SFW

✱ fratboy!chris who, of course, met you at a party his fraternity threw and instantly decided you were comin' up to his room at some point, even if it wasn't gonna happen that night

" y'look good "

" me? "

" yeah, you— wa's y'name? "

✱ fratboy!chris who's known all too well by girls at boston university, though, despite contrary belief, he doesn't actually entertain most of them... guess you got lucky?

✱ fratboy!chris who's BU's resident dealer, known by every fiend on campus and more

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't fuck with relationship labels whatsoever

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't mess with anyone else, and doesn't want you to either, even though you guys aren't really 'dating'

✱ fratboy!chris who has no problem letting everyone know you're his with pride

✱ fratboy!chris who would rather focus on his lacrosse career than "some shitty college romances", or at least that's how he explains it to you

" and why are you telling me this? "

" jus' thought y'should know... i'on want you gettin' any funny ideas about what we got goin' on here "

✱ fratboy!chris who avoids any conversations about the future, or anything that requires him to even think about committing

✱ fratboy!chris who constantly needs you with him, whether he's just lounging around, at practice/games, or out making moves. ironic, isn't it?

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't call you anything but mama, not even ma, no matter the occasion

" y'see how crazy you're bein' right now? mama, m'jus sittin' here, see? can't stand when y'do allat whinin' shit "

" don't call me mama right now, chris, i'm done with all your fake nonchalant ass games "

✱ fratboy!chris who, even with being admired for his outgoing and charming personality, has such a rotten temper, especially when things don't go his way

✱ fratboy!chris who always says what's on his mind - to you, his friends, random people, anyone - even if it's completely unnecessary

✱ fratboy!chris who absolutely relishes in the respect he has from not only his peers, but the staff as well. humble's simply not a word in his world

⇢ NSFW

✱ fratboy!chris who's big and knows how to use it

✱ fratboy!chris who favors doggy, but can also get down with some rough missionary

" nah, s'okay mama... we'll switch it up tonight, don't worry "

✱ fratboy!chris who likes giving, but loves receiving. the image of your lips wrapped around his length is what helps him to sleep at night

✱ fratboy!chris who's a huge hair puller and thigh slapper (as well as occasional cheek squeezer)

✱ fratboy!chris who will take any opportunity he possibly can to either roll up or puff his joints while you use him

✱ fratboy!chris who makes sure to leave marks. usually where only you two can see, but if he feels like a guy's paying too much attention to you, he'll mark you on your neck or something for him to see

" chris, it's so obvious. how am i even gonna cover this up? "

" don't cover it. i'd like to see m'try an' get in your pants again when he sees allat "

" he literally asked for the material in our class..? "

✱ fratboy!chris who's almost always down for trying something new, but isn't usually one to suggest it

✱ fratboy!chris who loves when you praise him, even if it's unintentional. simple things like "so big," or "so good," really get him going

" yeah, s'good? y'wan more of that good shit? "

✱ fratboy!chris who, to no surprise, is horrible at aftercare.

a/n : i fear this took a lot longer than i thought it would to make... but i'll be making at least one of these for each of my au's since a) i'm unmotivated/don't have time to actually write, and b) want to develop the characters (and some of their pairings) further

-love, grandma cvnty ☆!

[mattslolita]

꒰ older bf!matt sturniolo ꒱ ⟡ headcanons !

𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

love showing his affection for you, whether it'd be little forehead kisses or holding your hand, he always shows you affection.

he loves giving you gentle rubs along your back, and his hand is always on your thigh comfortingly everywhere you go.

when his hand isn't intertwined with yours, it's in the back pocket of your jeans or on your waist above your little miniskirt.

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

spoil the fuck out of you.

when you're out shopping or at the mall and he sees the way your eyes will roam longingly over a certain top or some pretty stockings, he's instantly putting them in your cart.

he never lets you pay for your own stuff. he's a rich youtuber, there's no way he's not gonna smother you with gifts or whatever you want.

"matt, it's okay i can pay-"

"relax doll, don't you worry your pretty little head about paying. you know i'm gonna pay regardless."

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

do random acts of dominance, always showing you that he was in charge.

he'd open doors for you, bend down to tie your shoes for you, have an almost death grip on your waist when you were out in public.

give any man who even looked your way a death glare and if he felt necessary he'd go as far as to start a fight if needed.

be so possessive. you're his girl.

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

be there to comfort you when you were feeling down.

he'd wipe away your tears and hold you close as you told him about whatever was saddening, frustrating, or angering you.

if you were on your period, he's instantly bringing home some pain medicine, chocolates, and whatever snacks you want.

"i'm at the store right now angel, whatcha in the mood for?"

"can you please bring me some hershey's kisses? and i want oreos, too."

"anything for you, sweetheart."

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

make you his number one priority, literally dropping anything he's doing just to make sure you're okay.

if you called about being sick, he's bringing you medicine. when he gets home to you, he'll give you a massage if you request one.

if you needed a ride anywhere, best believe you're his passenger princess! his hand will rub soft circles on your thigh as you ride around with him.

"can you pick me up from sasha's at around twelve?"

"of course sweetheart, just call me when you're ready."

"i love you baby, i'll see you later!"

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

call you all these cute pet names — 'sweetheart', 'doll', 'angel', 'princess,' 'pretty girl'.

he'd have a special one he calls you, one that reminds him of you because of your style and the clothes you wear, always prancing around in your grey or pink mini skirts with little ribbons lining your hair, you reminded him of a snow bunny.

"matt please, i miss you! can we stay like this for a little longer?"

"c'mon bunny, you know I have to work. i'll make it up to you tonight, alright sweet girl?"

"i'll be waiting!"

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

take his time while pleasuring you — he's all about taking care of you first, making sure he does you right.

"fuck, you feel so good, matt..."

"yeah? my tongue makin' you feel good, angel? cum for me."

he uses his older age to his advantage, always telling you how much he wants to ruin your innocence while he's fucking you in missionary.

"fuck, you feel so good squeezing my cock. such an innocent girl, didn't know you could be so dirty..."

"i'm gonna ruin you princess, this sweet ass pussy belongs to me."

"look me in my eyes sweet girl, need to see you when i fuck my seed inside of you."

lil 💌

older!boyfriend!matt brainrot is too real i fear.

@luverboychris @muwapsturniolo @prettiest-poision @mattsturniolosleftnut @mrssturnioloo @guccifrog @junnniiieee07 @astrowh0r3 @v33angel @ilovechrissturniolo1 @e1ias3 @l0akkzz @hysteria-things @eyeliketoeatpoosay @sturn777 @stasiesturn @prettypinkprincess15 @breeloveschris @summerssover @mayhem-72 @riasturns @chrissturniolossidehoe @moonk1ss3d @v33angel @h3arts4harry @stargirll567 @bitchydragonparadise @heartsforchrisandmatt @pepsienthusiasts @tillies33ssss @thenickgirl @sturnprime @summerssover @k4di333 @pinksturniolo @middlepartmatt

[slxtarchive]

𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞. ᥫ᭡ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. you had been pressing chris’s buttons all day and one time he finally did something about it.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. can u please write a chris fic where the reader is being kinda bratty and trying to make him mad and well we know what happens from there. please. by anon

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. SMUT ! dom!chris bratty!reader dynamic, begging, overstimulation sort of, rough sex, choking, name calling (bitch, whore, slut, ma, etc.) everything is ofc done with consent!!

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. sorry it took me so long! i had serious writers block omg.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. to be counted.

at the moment you were driving around with chris to run some errands. him getting his license was a game changer for you guys so you didn’t have to ask matt for a ride everytime you needed to do something.

you didn’t know why today you got irritated by everything. whether it was how chris pressed on the brake or how he was breathing like he was running out of oxygen. everything had you irritated.

“wait till the last minute to brake why don’t you?” you remarked as chris almost gave you a hard attack when you thought he was going to hit the car in front of him.

he shrugged your comment off. “the car in front of me was the one that stopped abruptly, not me baby.” you rolled your eyes keeping your gaze on the view in front of you.

“i have to stop at cvs really quickly to pick up some stuff.” you mentioned. he nodded looking where the closest cvs happened to be. he turned into the parking lot and parked. you got out not saying another word. you didn’t wait for him to turn off the car or get out either.

“what’d you need to— ” he got cut off by the slam of the car door and he watched as you went inside. what the fuck? he thought, feeling himself become annoyed at your dismissive action.

he shook his head taking a deep breath before heading in after you. he saw you grab a few items and head to the register. “can i use your card? i’m not sure how much i have in my debit and i didn’t bring my credit card.”

chris raised his brows. “after you just slammed the door in my face?” he called out, looking at you as you stood in line.

you let out a strained breath. “are you gonna let me use the fucking card or not, i don’t have time for this.” your tone laced with irritation. chris picked up on that and laughed in disbelief.

he poked his tongue with his cheek as he looked down and retrieved his wallet before handing you his card. you took it from him and went to self checkout scanning your items and inserting the card. you grabbed the receipt and left without a word.

he squinted his eyes and clenched his jaw while he observed you walking away. he controlled his temper now but his patience was starting to wear thin. he didn’t want to get into an argument now but he figured when you both got home he’d mention how you were acting.

you both sat in the car, silence louder than usual. you saw the way chris’s temper was slowly starting to rise and you admitted, you liked it. he looked so good with his jaw clenched like he was holding back from putting you in your place.

you smiled at the thought while you looked out the window as street lights passed by.

you guys finally got home and you were quick to grab your stuff and bring it inside closing the door behind you, not leaving it open for him. you knew it was a shit move but the outcome would hopefully be worth it.

you heard the door open and close harshly. oh shit.

you took off your shoes and left them by the door before setting your bags on the counter. you made sure you looked unbothered when in reality you were slightly shitting your pants. you pursed your lips trying not to show any emotion but you couldn’t help it. you smiled tightly as you tried to contain your grin.

“what the fuck you smiling about?” he was pissed. “think that shits funny?” he gestured to the door. you gulped, noticing how the veins in his neck and arms were popping out.

you dismissed him by sighing loudly before getting a soda from the fridge and popping it. “i’m serious what the fuck is up with you and that shit attitude you’ve been wearing all day.” he took off his hat combing his hair back before putting it on once again. God you were already so wet.

you took a sip of your soda and leaned against the counter staring at the kitchen wall. “swear to god you’re gonna make me do some shit to you.” he muttered under his breath trying to calm himself down. you raised your browse at his threat then laughed under your breath before taking another nice drink of the pepsi in your hand.

he crossed his arms together waiting for a response. the black shirt that hugged his body so well had your pussy pulsing. “so you’re just not gonna say shit?”

you set the pepsi down and spoke up turning to look at him. “the fuck you want me to say, kid?” the attitude that was once again laced in your voice pushed his last nerve. you grabbed the can about to bring it up to your lips before you saw it fly to the ground.

he just slapped the pepsi out of your hand.

your jaw was practically on the ground as you also noticed the splashes of soda on your perfect outfit. before you could say a thing he was quick to grab and carry you over his shoulder. “are you a fucking idiot?” you asked in disbelief as you flailed in the air. “chris. put. me. down.” you tried to get out of his grip but he was too strong.

he walked you both to your room and let you go on the bed. he closed and locked the door. “you like seeing me mad and shit?” he stood before you. you propped yourself up on your elbows just staring at him with a smile on your lips. his nostrils flared at how you seemed to enjoy his response.

his final straw was when you muttered under your breath. “like you’ll do anything about it.” one of his brows rose. he nodded slightly at your words before tugging you by your legs to the edge of the bed. he then tugged your shorts down harshly before throwing them to the side. “wanna be a bitch with your bitch ass attitude?” he questioned, not expecting an answer you were sure. “k, then you’ll get treated like one.” he unbuckled his belt, the sight looking heavenly. he through it to the side before taking off his jeans and letting them pool at his feet before pushing those to the side as well. “you know to tell me when to stop, baby.” he nodded to you, earning a nod back.

he looked down at you as you were trying to pull yourself together from being completely manhandled. he then pushed your shoulder down so you were laying on the bed. he pulled down your panties swiftly before feeling your pussy. “this wet just from me taking off your shit, ma?” he laughed humorlessly before shoving his fingers in your mouth. you swirled your tongue over and over his fingers before he pulled them out. he then went back in immediately entering his fingers inside your entrance and thrusting them in and out at a mid pace.

he kept his actions going for a few seconds, earning whimpers and moans from your pretty lips. he then sped up his pace, aggressively pushing his fingers in and out. in and out. your body spasmed as you reached your peak incredibly fast. “h-holy shit, chris! gonna cum.” you grunted feeling your orgasm crash into you. officially the fastest you’ve ever cum.

he didn’t stop his antics. at this point, he was on your side holding you down by your stomach while he continued to finger the living shit out of you. the feeling of your impending orgasm creeping up on you once again. “fucking slut, trying to get me angry just so i could fuck the shit out of you, huh?” he chuckled, the squelching noises of his fingers and your own juices clashing together were echoing through the room as well as your whines.

“please..” you and no idea what you were begging for, him to stop, or him to keep going. it just hurts so good.

he bit his lower lip as he saw his fingers disappearing in and out of you. “please what? begging like a whore already. clarify what the fuck you want?” he continued to press down on your stomach keeping you from flailing around.

all you did was nod aggressively as you felt your second orgasm crash into you without any warning. your staggered moans shot straight to chris’s dick. you could tell when you looked at his boxers and saw his apparent tent.

seconds later, you hadn’t noticed what had happened until you heard chris speak through the fog in your brain. “holy fuck. squirted all over my hand huh.” he licked your release up with a ‘pop’ as he sucked on his fingers. “not done yet. need to fuck this brat attitude out of you.” he mentioned as he saw your limp and exhausted body.

he stood up and dropped his boxers down before climbing on top of you once again. he took his cock in his hand pumping it a little bit before speaking. “mm, i got a better idea to get me ready for this pussy.” he chimed. he leaned forward grabbing you by your throat and pulling you toward him. “come on ma, get my dick wet.” he demanded. you immediately opened up your mouth to take him.

you looked up at him looking for approval as you began to move your mouth over him. you saw his lips open up, agape at the sensation you were giving him. he threaded his hands in your hair straightaway making sure you could take all of him. “mouth of a fucking angel.” he praised quietly. the non-degrading comment had your arousal dripping down your thighs. “m’kay, that’s enough.” he pulled you off before placing a hand on your neck and connecting your lips in a chaste kiss. as quick as your lips connected, they broke apart when he then pushed you down onto the bed and choked you slightly as he lined himself up with you.

he pushed in all at once taking your breath away. he wasted no time before pulling out and slamming back into you; hand still on your throat. your jaw went slack as he was ramming into you over and over again, nudging your g-spot soo good your legs already began to shake. “always take me so fucking good. fuck—” he moaned, before removing his hand from your throat and placing both of his on your waist for more support. he then plowed into you with more force than before.

he hit new angles as he moved your legs all around before resting in the position where one leg was resting over one of his shoulders. “fuck chris. right there!” you wailed trying to get a grip on anything you could but settling for the duvet you were laying on.

he had a lazy grin as his own obtrusive groans and moans made their way to your ears. “fuck— tell me, who this pussy belongs to. come on.” he needed to hear it. he was so incredibly close, he needed that nudge. “come on, baby. come on my cock as you say it. go on.” he clenched his jaw trying to hold back his orgasm.

your legs shook and knuckles turned white as you found the strength to mutter — then scream, “y-yours chris! shit—” as you clenched around his dick, during your third orgasm of the night.

he groaned and let his own orgasm hit him. he painted your walls white as he did his best to continue thrusting himself in and out of you, trying to ride out his orgasm as well as elongate your own. he did his best while his thrusts started to slow. he was sweaty as his movements finally stopped, still buried deep inside you. he took off his hat feeling the air hit his sweaty face. he threw it to the side before combing his hands through. sweaty chris… fuck.

another round couldn’t hurt, right?

© slxtarchive

[sturnsorbit]

no bc i just nutted. MY MANNNNNNN. need him to stare down into my soul while he is blowing the mind body and soul out of me holy shit.

*not my edit*