#sturns

[luke-sturniolo]

Anyone else remember Panera girl or is it just me?

[analysistics]

Matt reacts to y/n's eating disorder

WARNINGS: E.D. slight panic attack

Includes: Use of y/n, pet names/nicknames, curse words

I’m home alone, bored out of my mind. When I get a text I’m quick to open it.

Nick: Hey hottie.

Me: Hey lmao

Nick: Wyd?

Me: Hoping for something to do.

Nick: Perfect, we’re so bored.

Me: SAME I’M ABOUT TO RIP MY SKIN OFF.

Nick: Ok chill.

Me: Lol sorry.

Nick: We’ll come get you, be ready in 20.

Me: K.

I put my phone down, think, then leap up to go get ready. I run upstairs into my room and over to my closet, frantically trying to think of what to wear. It’s always a struggle to pick between hot and not trying. I pick some baggy jeans and a crop top. I do my hair into a half up half down, putting in two pigtails and leaving out my curtain bangs. I don’t put on any makeup, just brushing out my brows and curling my lashes. I always notice how when he tells me how cute I look, it’s when I’m not wearing any makeup. My phone goes off and I grab it.

Nick: We’re here.

I grab my purse and run to the door, quickly tying on my air forces and running out the door. It’s only when I get outside that I remember how easily I get cold. I groan and open up the car door.

“Hey y/n!” Chris says. Matt is looking at me earnestly.

“Sorry, I need to go get a sweater.” I say apologetically.

“Girl, it’s literally 65 degrees.” Nick says, causing Matt and Chris to start giggling. I frown, feeling really bad.

“I-... uhh..” I hesitate, bouncing on my toes trying to decide what to do. Matt notices the slight anxiety on my face.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’ll give you my hoodie if you get cold.” He says, smiling at me. I smile back and climb in, shutting the door behind me.

“You look cute.” Nick says, going back to his phone.

“Thank you.” I say, catching Matt staring at me through the rearview mirror. He looks away and puts the car into gear. “Where’r we going?” I ask, buckling my seatbelt.

“McDonalds.” Matt says. I nod.

“Do we have plans after that?” I ask.

“Yeah, we’ll probably just go back to ours after.” Chris says. I nod again.

“Am I, uh, am I invited?” I ask shyly. Nick scoffs.

“Y/n, of course you’re invited you goof.” Matt says, laughing. I blush and giggle too.

“Sorry.” I mumble.

“You need to stop apologizing for things.” Chris laughs.

“Sorry.” I say again. We all start laughing. A couple minutes later we pull up to McDonalds. We wait our turn and Matt pulls forward.

“Welcome to McDonalds, what can I get for you?” The worker asks.

“Hi, can I get a Big Mac, large fry, large drink?” Matt says into the intercom. Nick and Chris place their orders.

“Great, thank you.” Nick says, turning to me. “What do you want?” I hesitate.

“I’m trying not to spend money, I’m okay.” I mumble.

“Girl, I didn’t ask about your money, I asked what you want.” He says. I look at him confused. Matt turns around to look at me.

“We got it, just get what you want.” He says softly.

“No, it’s fine, I'm not hungry.” I say, blushing and looking at my hands.

“I’m gonna get you something, so just order, ‘cause you’re getting food anyway.” Matt says.

“Uh… 4 piece chicken nuggets please. And a small sprite?” I say quietly. Matt shakes his head.

“A 10 piece chicken nuggets, large fry, large sprite please.” Matt says into the intercom. I try to protest but Nick just puts his finger to my mouth. Matt pulls forward and I shrink back into my seat, picking at my fingers, my face warm. Matt notices my demeanor, but chalks it up to my typical shyness about people being nice to me. Matt pays and gets our food, passing everything to Chris. Once all our food is in the car, Matt starts to drive us back to his place. We’re all talking and laughing about some random crap Nick is spewing, but I can feel my heart beating faster in my chest. Matt pulls into the driveway, and we all get out. Chris makes fun of how I have to jump down from the van and we all laugh. They don’t let me carry anything as we make our way into the house and absentmindedly chatter as they get inside, take off their shoes, and go into the living room, setting down the food on the coffee table. I follow and sit in the corner of the couch and Matt sits next to me, grinning. Chris turns on the T.V. and passes my and Matt’s food to us. Matt hands me my food, smiling at me before turning to his own. We’re watching some random show, Chris and Nick talking about something on their phones. I stare at the food in my lap, trying to seem casual, but I know Matt is gonna notice eventually. He always notices. I’m dreading the moment, my anxiety rising, but I just can’t eat. Matt glances over at me then does a double take. His face falls into concern.

“Why aren’t you eating?” He asks me quietly.

“I’m not hungry.” I say with a shrug.

“Honey you’ve gotta be hungry.” He says, scanning my face. I blush at the nickname. 

“I’m not hungry, I don’t know.” I say, my tone anxious. He studies me for a moment.

“Y/n, when was the last time you ate?” He asks me, a serious expression on his face. I open my mouth to say something, but the way he’s looking at me stops the words from coming out. He waits for me to say something, but my mouth just hangs open as I try to find words. I take the food off my lap and push myself off the couch.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” I say hastily, walking out of the room. I feel Matt’s eyes on me as I walk out of the room. I go into the bathroom, quickly shutting and locking the door. I grip the sink and close my eyes. I take in shaky breaths, my mind racing. A minute later I hear a soft knock on the door. I freeze, holding my breath.

“Y/n, it’s me. Please let me in.” I hear Matt say through the door. I hesitate, staying silent. “Please.” He says again, his voice slightly more desperate. I give in, opening the door to see a very concerned Matt. I look up at him but don’t say anything. After a few moments of silence, he gently pushes past me. I shut the door behind him but I don’t face him. “Y/n. Look at me.” He says softly. I slowly turn around, looking up at him. He’s looking down at me with an expression I can’t pinpoint. It’s a face of concern, sadness, confusion, and oddly enough, admiration. “When was the last time you ate?” He asks again, leaning against the wall, patiently waiting for me to answer. I take a deep breath and look down.

“Lunch yesterday.” I say, squeezing my eyes shut. I hear him sigh, but he doesn’t say anything. I slowly look back up at him and when I meet his eyes, they’re glossy. My heart breaks and the tears welling in my eyes finally drop down my face.

“Oh..” He whispers, pulling me into his chest. I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle my face into him. We stay there for a while, and he lifts a hand up to stroke my hair. I pull myself closer to him because my arms are starting to get goosebumps. He notices and pulls away from me. He looks at me and smiles, rubbing my arms. He pulls his hoodie over his head and right over mine before I can say anything. I giggle and put my arms through the sleeves. I look back up at him and he smiles, reaching up to tuck my hair behind my ear. I blush and struggle to keep eye contact. His face changes again, and I can tell he’s about to bring up the food again. “Why haven’t you eaten?” He asks me. I think for a moment.

“I don’t know. I just don’t want food.” I sigh. Matt nods in thought.

“Nick and Chris are going to get suspicious, so we should probably get back out there.” He says. I nod. “I want to talk about this more later so I can help you. Okay?” He asks. I nod again. “For now, can you try to eat five nuggets?” He asks. I think. “For me?” He adds. I sigh.

“I’ll try.” I tell him. He smiles and nods. He gently squeezes my arms before opening the door for me. He leans down to whisper to me.

“I’ll go to the kitchen to get a drink, you go to the living room.”

“Kay.” I whisper back. I walk back into the living room. Chris and Nick look up at me.

“You okay?” Nick asks.

“Yeah, why?” I answer, trying to act normal.

“You were gone forever.” Chris adds.

“Oh, uh… I just needed to, uh…” I stammer, trying to think of a good excuse.

“Hey… That’s Matt’s hoodie.” Nick says, eyeing me suspiciously. My cheeks go pink.

“It is… Where’s Matt?” Chris asks, glancing between me and Nick. Matt walks in at that exact moment.

“Hey Matt. Where were you?” Nick asks in a teasing tone.

“Kitchen.” Matt says, casually holding up his drink.

“Uh huh.” Chris says. “And why is y/n wearing your hoodie?” Matt’s eyes widen slightly.

“Oh, uh, I passed her in the hallway and she was cold.” He explains. Nick and Chris look at each other.

“If you say so.” Nick says, turning back to the T.V. Chris snickers before turning back to the T.V. himself. Matt settles next to me, holding out my food to me. I take it and open it up. I stare at it for a while. I feel Matt’s arm snaking around my waist, out of his brothers’ view. I feel his reassurance and take a bite. He squeezes my hip, tracing circles with his thumb. I slowly eat five nuggets, feeling his encouragement with every bite. I finish my five nuggets and close the box. He takes it from me and whispers in my ear.

“Great job, honey. I’ll put these in the fridge if you want them later.” He smiles at me, getting up. I nod. I grab my drink and sit back. When he comes back, he motions for me to move as he starts to sit in the corner seat. I move over and he settles in. Nick and Chris glance over but don’t appear to really notice. I feel his hand on my hip and he pulls me into him. We stay like that, watching the show. His arm is around my shoulders and I can feel his body heat against my back. I put down my drink and get comfortable on him. I curl up on his lap and rest my head on his chest. He embraces me and rests his cheek on my head. I feel his mouth turn up into a smile. Soon I hear Chris’s voice.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” He exclaims.

“Shut up.” Matt mumbles into my hair, holding me tight.

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐳𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬

"you’re so warm." chris whispered in your ear as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you back against him. the slight movement made his cock go deeper in your slippery cunt, eliciting a small quiet moan from you.

you hissed in a deep breath, trying not to lose your composure as you typed on your computer, telling your curious colleagues that due to technical difficulties you were unable to turn on your camera and microphone.

"chris, don’t move so much," you sighed before adding, "and stop purposely going deeper—" your hands fisted on your keyboard, eyes closing shut and eyebrows knitting together for a moment when he did the opposite of what you asked for and pulled you down more.

chuckling in a raspy voice as his hands caressed your thighs, his fingers drawing delicate patterns on your skin. "you said you’d just keep it in there!" you whisper-yelled, and even though you had your mic turned off, you couldn’t help but glance at the mic icon every now and then to see if it’s still off.

"well, can’t really blame me when you’re suckin’ me in like that." he whispered, nipping your earlobe and sending shivers down your spine. his left arm wrapped around your waist from behind and his right hand snaked up and groped your breast. "so soft," he cooed, grinning as he laid his cheek on your shoulder.

"how’d i get into this?" you mumbled to yourself, rolling your eyes when he squeezed your breast repeatedly. "these are so squishy ma, can i take your shirt off? wanna feel ’em."

"you are feeling them, i’m in a meeting call chris—" "please? pretty please? please, please, please?" he cut you off, playfully repeating pleas, laughing to himself afterwards.

"alright— fine, just--just stop moving so much, i can’t focus." chris grinned triumphantly as he lifted the hem of your thin square neck shirt, pulling it up until it was scrunched up over your tits. he hummed happily as he pulled your bra down, letting your breasts spill out.

"mhm, love your tits baby, so beautiful." he said in a sing-song tone as his hands went up to fondle your bare tits.

✩ 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ✩

before you knew it, you were getting your brains fucked out by chris. your moans were uncontrollable, your hands gripping anything it could. the mic had turned on due to your hand accidentally grazing the button while trying to find something to hold onto as leverage.

yeah... tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.

୨୧

𝐰𝐜. 𝟒𝟏𝟕

[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞!]

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @chaossturns @mels4ngel @lypsiiii @sydneyylainn @sturniolozbae @hearts4werka @strnilolover @matts-sidepiece @hearts4sturniolo @ivysturnss @bumbl3b34 @sophand4n4 @sagesturns

© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚

[sweetshuga]

「 ✦ 𝒃𝒔𝒇.ᐟ𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 ✦ 」

Chris’ warm breath ghosted over your aching clit, exposed and pulsing—his finger having carefully parted your lips to expose it. He looked up at you, waiting for you to tell him what to do and it wasn’t as if he didn’t know what to do, he had seen it in porn and heard from others, but he was still nervous nonetheless.

"Do I just uh... lick it?" He hesitantly asked, his blue orbs boring into yours. "Mhm," you hummed, not trusting your voice as you looked away from his gaze, your face slowly flushing in embarrassment as what’s happening finally registered in your brain.

Your best friend is about to give you head...

Suddenly feeling shy, you tried to close your legs, but Chris’ hands quickly held you in place, gripping the underside of your thighs and holding them flush against you—basically folding you in half.

"Chris, what are you–Oh! " Your jaw went slack when his tongue connected to your clit, his thumbs spreading you open for easier access.

Chris looked up at you as he lapped at your clit, his own breathing growing heavier when he saw the pure ecstasy etched on your features. He decided to try something else and wrapped his lips around your swollen nub, giving it soft suckles, and at first, he was surprised by the bucking of your hips, but it quickly turned into desire when he understood the implication.

He was making you feel good.

Chris relaxed when he heard your moans, knowing he wasn’t doing as bad as he thought he would, and started to devour you without holding back. His tongue prodded at your entrance and dwelled inside, groaning at the way your pussy sucked his tongue in so greedily.

He lapped up your arousal, the tip of his nose rubbing and pushing against your clit as he tongue-fucked you.

After what felt like minutes, Chris finally pulled back slightly to admire your weeping pussy in awe before diving back in again, almost making out with your cunt as he kissed, nipped and suckled at your lips. His tongue flattened and licked your clit, making you squirm as louder moans spilled out of your gaped mouth.

Your eyes rolled back when he started to flick his tongue faster, and you could feel your release approaching too fucking fast, causing you to let out quick whiny gasps.

"C-chris—mmm-ahh—m’gonna cum-" You warned, your fingers tightening their grip on his hair, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he started to suck on your clit so hard that your vision was whitening at the corners and then, suddenly, everything turned blurry when your orgasm crashed over you.

You were climaxing, and pretty fucking hard at that.

Chris’ eyes widened when he heard the mewls coming out of your mouth, the sounds going straight to his already rock hard cock—twitching in his shorts.

He looked down at your quivering body, your back arched and brows knit together as your hips jerked and twitched with each wave of pleasure coursing through you. The aftershocks were intense to say the least and you’ve never come so hard in your life.

Before you could catch your breath, however, Chris leaned back down and started to eat you out again despite your hands trying to push him away by his shoulders, but he was too far gone. All he could think about was your pussy, and the addicting taste of it. Chris was utterly pussy-drunk, even though this was his first time.

He wasn’t going to stop until he got his fill.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟓𝟗𝟏 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

[mattsstarlet]

introducting…pornstar!matt and camgirl!reader.

contains: suggestive content (no smut.)

note: i wrote this last night half asleep. it’s lwk ass.

matt smirked as he scrolled through your page. you had the been the talk in the industry lately, having had an overnight success.

he couldn’t lie, you were fucking great. wearing a different piece of delicate fabric on every live stream. sweet talking your way into getting your viewers to send more money. his favorite part? watching you on the verge of tears as you played with yourself. his cock twitched every time you let out desperate sounds. he was hooked onto you.

after watching tonight’s live, he clicked on your page wanting to hit the follow button— pausing when he read the tiny box next to your username.

‘follows you’ of course you do. who wouldn’t? he was just that good.

following you back he bit his lip, would hitting you up be too much? nah, fuck that, since when did he care? he’s matt sturniolo, any chick would die if he had sent them a direct message.

he smirked, shaking his head. he was gonna have a great time getting to know you—and your body. that’s for sure.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

[ivysturnss]

Chris Sturniolo P-links:

Chris slapping ur pussy

Fucking u from behind

Wearing ur panties whilst fucking up into u

In the kitchen

In the back of Matts car

Riding him

In a mask

Fucking ur throat

Whipping ur pussy

In the shower

@6ix9inewiturmom @delilahsturniolo @dirtylittleheart333 @pvssychicken @soontosturniolo @talulahinthestars @vanteguccir @nicksbestie @mypussypurrin @huntiesworld @hearts4chriss @little-bisexual-intern @toysizee @sturnobsessedwh0re @obsessionsarenotfortheweak @hysteria-things @freshl6ve @chrisssfav @chriss-slut

[et6rnalsun]

PRANKING BOYFRIEND! MATT

your eyebrows were so close to touching the fucking ceiling as you raised them in skepticism, reading the comments written by little girls under some montages of your boyfriend hitting his brother. something like that seemed almost surreal to you, since at the beginning when you watched the unedited clip that nick had shown you, you’d just laughed like an idiot, finding it funny & just a familiar scene— unlike the fans who seemed to have taken it personally, maybe?

your manicured fingers scrolled through those comments, and you read and read until you lingered on one that stood out more than the others; babbling about how matt could perfectly be so violent and abusive in a relationship and towards his girlfriend, too. rolling your eyes, you fought the urge to answer her and simply turned off your phone, placing it next to you on the bed, matt’s one, you were lying on. the wheels in your head spun until they fabricated an idea that made you snap out of your rotting position, and you cleared your throat. “matt!” you called out in a loud voice, hoping he could hear you from downstairs.

you did it once, again, and then a third time—but to no avail. “come on,” you whined in a huff, taking the phone again as you went to emergency calls, “my love 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨⭐️” glowing red and first. you called his number, humming softly as the sound of the ringing vibrated in your ear where you had the screen resting.

when he answered, you smiled, your feet kicking at the sound of his soft and soothing voice, so tired from making dinner for you & his brothers. “matt, can you come up to your room please? i need to talk to you.” you already expected matt’s heartbeat and anxiety to be at a thousand at your statement. in fact, not even a minute later, he was already in the room as he approached after closing the door. “what is it, baby?” he asked you, tilting his head as he looked down at you. he stood over your prone form, and as he did, he placed his hands on the corners of your body, lowering his head slightly to kiss your lips as a sort of greeting. you wanted to give up on everything just because of the way his cold necklace was dangling on your neck, brushing against it.

dramatically, you pushed him away as you sat on the bed and looked at him with the most serious expression you could muster. “i’m for real, we need to talk”

matt frowned, sitting down next to you as he rested a hand on your knee — one way or another, he was always searching physical touch with you. it was melting your heart. “did i do somethin? tell me, honestly, i have no idea” he was in a state of mild panic, it was rare to see you so serious and offended by something. (even if it was all fake) “i didn’t like how you hit nick” these words made him roll his eyes in the sassiest way ever, and he raised a finger that you immediately slapped, continuing to talk. “i’m not kiddin’! what if you hit me like that too?” that was your joke; making him believe that you were seriously worried about something that in reality, you never could.

“you cant be serious”

“i am” you shrugged, looking at how his blue and pretty eyes widened.

silence filled the room for a moment, and he shook his head repeatedly as he took his hand off your knee. “how can you be serious, actually? that— that just means you don’t know shit about me,” his tone was hurt, and he moved to stand up as he looked ready to put an end to whatever that shit was.

but before he could get far, you stood up and practically jumped on his shoulders, your arms around his neck as you hugged him so tight, like he was about to disappear. “love, baby, light of my life, it was a joke,” you quickly told him, your head tilted so you could look directly at his face from your position. he was clearly confused as fuck. “i saw all this shit in the comments on a tiktok ‘bout you hittin nick and i wanted to do this. come on, forgive me,” you added, kissing his cheek lightly as an amused chuckled escaped your lips. and, you were fucked. from behind, he pushed you onto the bed before turning around and throwing himself on top of you, tickling you to death. “you havin fun playin with me like this, huh? really?” he said, a smile playing on his lips as he watched you squirm with the most beautiful laugh in the world. even if he should be angry and everything. “you are a bad person, fuck. the worst”

that said a lot about the kind of person your boyfriend was.

[megameatymatt]

Wet Dreams - Matt Sturniolo

"Now i'm in your wet dreams. You said don't know what it means. Now all you wanna do is sleep. Let me show you what it means"

WARNINGS: innocent!reader x Matt, smut, slight fluff, cussing

A/N: Feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! ok bye

requested?: nope

word count: 1,128

Pink: Y/n

purple: Matt

You and Matt have been best friends for what feels like forever. He's been there for you during your lowest and highest moments. Nothing can come between you two; he would never let it happen. You tell each other everything—you know all his secrets, and he knows all of yours.

Except for one.

"You wake up in a sweat. You wake up, and you're wet, mmm"

Your eyes shoot open as you wake up in your bed. Your body burning up, and your palms are sweaty. Your heart races as you quickly look beside you. You sigh in relief; it was just a dream.

You slowly sit up and feel a warm, sticky sensation between your legs. Your cheeks are bright red as you replay the events of your lustful dream with Matt. Out of everyone, your erotic dream had to be about you and your best friend.

Your phone buzzes, pulling you out of your trance.

You glance at your phone, your heart still racing, and you see Matt’s name flash on the screen. A mix of excitement and embarrassment swells in your chest. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if he somehow sensed your dream. Taking a deep breath, you swipe to answer.

“Morning!” His voice happy and calm

“G'morning Matt…” you reply, trying to keep your tone casual. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you still want to grab lunch today?”

Your mind races. Spending time with him feels terrifying after that dream. “Sure, sounds good,” you say, attempting to sound nonchalant.

“Great! I'll pick you up soon.”

“Okay, see you soon, Matt.” You hang up and feel a flutter in your stomach. You know you must shake off the dream, but it lingers like a vivid secret between you.

"I've got you wrapped around my hands, and, fine, you got me too The world knows all your secrets, only I know the whole truth"

You sit in Matt's passenger seat as the playlist you two share blares through the speaker. You cant seem to take your mind off the lewd dream of yours. I mean, it's not like you hated the idea. But loosing matt to an intimate moment was never something you wanted to happen. So you bottled up your feelings and stored them away.

“You good there, Y/n?" The way he says your name, you can't help but think of the way he was moaning it in your dream. You force yourself to snap back into reality. "What do you mean?" He turns to look at you, "You look like a dear in headlights over there, tell me whats wrong".

You chuckle nervously, trying to brush off his concern. “I’m fine! Just a little tired, I guess.”

Matt raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “You sure? You know you can tell me anything.”

His sincerity pulls at your heartstrings, making you even more aware of the line you’re trying to walk. You shift in your seat, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again. “Yeah, really. Just had a weird dream.”

“A weird dream, huh?” He grins, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Care to share?”

Your face is burning up again. He's stoped at a red light, looking at you, waiting for an answer.

"Of you and i" You say hesitantly avoiding his eyes. "Yeah? And what were we doing?" he says taking your hand an caressing it slightly.

You feel the same wetness you woke up with as your stomach starts to flip. "I-i don't know" you say. He takes your chin and turns your head to face him. "You had your head, b-between my thighs."

He smirks, "You been havin' wet dreams of me, doll?" he says taking a strand of your hair behind you ear. By instinct, you squeeze your thighs together.

"Lemme show you what it means"

You don't even know how things got here. All you know is that Matt has pulled over in some field, and you're in the backseat of his car with your legs over his shoulders. Just like your dream

"You sure you want this baby?" You shyly nod. "Matt, I just, I've never done this before." "I know, baby, I know. I'll go real slow, okay?" again as he presses his lips against yours. "Tell me when you want me to stop, and I'll stop, okay?" You nod eagerly, desperate to feel his lips on yours again.

"Fuck, i've needed this for so long Y/n, you're so beautiful". His lips move down your neck as he sucks it, leaving his mark on you. You let out a moan and tug on his hair.

He lifts up your skirt and pulls off your panties. The exposure causes you to whimper and close your legs. He simply spreads them back open and just admires you.

He lowers down kissing your inner thighs before licking up the middle of your slick folds.

You immediately arch your back and accidentally squish his head between your thighs. "Matt," You whine. He smiles "You're okay, sweetheart, I've got you".

His mouth on your pussy feels like pure bliss. He kitty licks your clit and then sucks it, causing you to arch again. You gasp, "Gosh Matt-oh my- oh my gosh.' You moan uncontrollably. Your hand flies down to grab a fist full of his shaggy brown hair in an attempt to push him away.

You feel a knot in your stomach. "Matt!" you yell, trying to get his attention. He looks up to see your other hand on your lower stomach.

"You gonna cum? Come for me, princess," he says, using his fingers to rub circles on your clit. "How?" You say, whining. "Just let go," he says before he goes back to sucking on your clit.

Your moaning is mixed with Matt's; the sound fills the car. Your eyes roll back as you feel it. You cum, squirting it all over Matt. He wastes no time and licks it all up, looking back up at you with a proud smirk.

Your legs are shaking and your back is arched off the seat. You open your eyes to see Matt's staring right back at you, admiring his work.

"Fuck Matt" you say, feeling your heart. "So good you swore huh?" you smile. "i love you" If your cheeks weren't red before, they definitely were now. "I love you too Matt" You say shocked. "Let's get you home so i can clean you up"

"Well, tell me more, nothing less"

The two of you decided to spend the rest of the night snuggled in your bed, watching a movie. "Matt?" You look up at him. "yes, pretty?" You smile. "Thank you." He smirks and rolls his eyes.

"Just let me know when you have a 'weird dream' again"

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[mystuffynose]

Angst in my pants

[chrissminipizzas]

Daddy is all I have to say

[luke-sturniolo]

MAN IS MAJESTIC

HOLY FUCK

[ch6rm]

✧ ࣪˖ how angel!reader & dealer!chris met

˖ soph's note yayyy first blurb about this au, it's a bit longer than i intended (oops) but more coming soon i promise <3

the music thudded through the walls, the house packed with people you didn’t know. it wasn’t your scene—not really. your friend had begged you to come, promising it would be fun. instead, it was a bunch of people spilling drinks everywhere and messily making out in every corner of the house. not really your jam, but you made the best out of it.

you wove through the crowd, flashing friendly smiles and striking up conversations with anyone who didn't seem insanely drunk. you had no idea where your friend disappeared to—probably off to hook up with some guy. you figured you might as well make some new friends while you were at it.

after chatting with a couple of people about nothing in particular, you spotted a quieter corner of the house. as you approached, you noticed a guy lounging on a worn-out sofa, a back beanie on his head and a joint resting between his fingers. another guy sitting beside him slid him some cash before getting up and strolling away. it clicked in your head, and you realized they were probably doing some sort of drug deal. maybe you should have walked away, but there was something intriguing about him, and you found yourself walking over.

he looked up, anticipating the sight of someone wanting to make a deal, but instead, he was met with a girl who looked way too carefree for this scene, bright smile cutting through dim light of the room.

"can i sit?" you asked, watching as his eyebrows shot up in slight surprise. you almost expected him to say no, but after a moment he gestured with his hand and invited you to take a seat. you settled down beside him, the worn fabric of the couch slightly rough against your skin. he didn't say a word as you sat, fiddling with the lighter in his hand. you figured he probably didn't want some random girl sitting down next to him, no intention of buying anything he's got, but you couldn't help but steal glances at him, intrigued by his laid-back demeanor.

he finally looked over at you, and there was something in his gaze—a mix of curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite place. “what’s your deal?” he asked. you blinked at him, caught off guard by the bluntness of his question.

“my deal?”

“yeah,” he said, nodding toward the crowd. “why're you sitting here?”

you shrugged, offering a small smile, unfazed by his tone. "why not? i was bored of walking around.”

he hummed, taking a slow drag from his joint. the smoke curled up into the air, mingling with the heavy beat of the music. “so, you sat next to a stranger with a joint and a wad of cash? bold choice.”

you pursed your lips at his statement, before glancing around the room. after a moment of silence, you looked back at him and spoke up. "okay... well, we don't have to be strangers. what's your name?"

he raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. he had expected you to take the hint and leave. “chris,” he replied, the edge in his voice still present. “and you really think it’s safe to sit here?”

you almost laugh at his question, a smile finding it's way to your face. “safe?” you echoed, not missing a beat. “oh, come on. what’s the worst that could happen? you sell me some bad stuff?”

chris let out a low chuckle, clearly amused despite himself. “yeah, that’s definitely one way to look at it.”

“well, i’m not too worried about it. i don't get into that stuff.” you said, gesturing toward the table in front of him. a silence settled between you again, and you realized he wasn't much of a talker. that didn't stop you though. after his lack of response, you spoke up again and told him your name.

eventually, the tension in chris’s posture began to fade away—the edge in his voice disappearing as you began to chat. once you started talking, it was kind of hard to get you to stop. he didn’t offer much at first, but his occasional chuckles and quiet remarks kept the conversation moving.

“are you always this chatty with strangers?” he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"sure, but aren't strangers anymore, remember?" you say.

he raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “guess not,” he muttered, leaning back against the couch and still watching you with that same curious look. "what are we then? friends?" he says, his tone laced with slight sarcasm.

you grinned, "yeah, friends.”

there was a brief silence as chris looked at you, like he was contemplating something. after a moment, he let out a quiet laugh. “alright, sure. friends it is.” he wasn’t one to make friends at parties where he was dealing—especially not sweet girls like you. but, for some reason, the idea didn’t seem all that bad.

as the night dragged on, you checked your phone, realizing it was getting late. “i should probably head out,” you said, standing up. chris looked at you for a moment before he stood up and flicked the ash off his joint, setting it in the ashtray.

“i’ll walk you out.”

you raised an eyebrow, surprised by his proposition. “don't worry, you don’t have to-”

"it's fine, c'mon," he shrugged nonchalantly, already beginning to walk off. you smiled at his words, immediately nodding.

“okay!”

you both made your way through the house, the noise of the party fading as you stepped outside. the cool night air hit you, and soon, you were standing next to your car.

“well,” you said, unlocking the door. “i'll see you around, then?” you hoped you would—he was the only person at this party you’d actually enjoyed talking to, and you'd even forgotten the part where he was a drug dealer. normally, you’d be a little apprehensive, but with him, you didn’t feel an ounce of fear.

chris gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable as he watched you. "yeah," he said, his voice low. "see you around."

© ch6rm

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[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬

"y-yeah—shiit, juuust like tha--mmpfh-ah," chris’ head fell back against the head rest, his eyes almost rolling back as you took him deep down your throat, the tip of his hefty cock nudging against the back of your mouth.

his hand carded through your hair, guiding your movements as you sucked him off expertly, but you were not expecting him to suddenly start to buck his hips—fucking your face while his free hand typed something on his phone.

chris threw his phone somewhere in the backseat before holding your head with both hands. "sorry, mmh--fuck... Matt ’nd Nick said they’re on their way back, need to finish quickly," he rasped, fucking up into your mouth in quick shallow thrusts.

you gagged slightly, eyes watering and hands clutching onto his thighs. "fuuuck, I’m right there, just... just—shit," he moaned, not even caring if he was being too loud.

tears spilled down your cheeks as he continued to face-fuck you until the coils in his abdomen snapped, and he climaxed hard, his whole body shuddering.

he let out a drawn out moan, his hips twitching almost involuntarily as he spilled deep down your throat, holding your head in place to ensure that you were swallowing it all.

chris quickly pulled out and helped you wipe the remnants of his cum off the sides of your lips with tissues before quickly tucking himself back in, fixing his clothes afterwards.

you managed to compose yourself before Matt and Nick got back in the car with a variety of snacks.

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𝐰𝐜. 𝟐𝟓𝟒

[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞!]

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© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚

[sweetshuga]

「 ✦ 𝒃𝒔𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ✦ 」

Your eyes focused on the movie playing, but your mind was obviously somewhere else, your breath hitched every few minutes as the movie progressed, hands gripping the blanket with such force that your knuckles were turning white.

Nick and Chris sat on the other side of the couch, Chris scrolling through his phone as Nick watched the movie playing on the TV—neither of them noticed the slight movement under the blanket you and Matt shared.

Matt’s fingers curled inside you, purposely rubbing your g-spot since he knew you were struggling to keep quiet, your eyes rolled back briefly from the sudden intense pleasure. His lips twitched at the corners with a small smirk when he heard the small whimper you let out.

"Shhh—sweetheart," he whispered, leaning slightly closer to you so he could move his fingers faster without making the blanket move too much.

You bit your lips, face almost buried in his shoulder in a futile attempt to hide your lewd expression that would immediately give away to your dirty little secret. You couldn’t believe the turn of events, one minute you were sitting and watching a horror movie with the triplets and the next Matt, your best friend, was fingering you under the blanket.

Tears of pleasure prickled at the corners of your eyes as Matt's fingers attacked your sweet spot with precision, unrelenting and merciless. You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, and Matt seemed to have noticed it too, his digits quickening their pace.

Well, your walls were fluttering so much around his fingers—it would be stupid not to notice your impending release.

Quiet squelches sounded from under the blanket, and thankfully enough, the sound effects of the movie drowned out the wet noises. His thumb swiped over your slick clit, alternating between quick flicks and slow but forceful circles. The double stimulation proved to be too much for you and the taut bands snapped in your lower abdomen.

"Mmmfffp!" You accidentally let out a sound—which Matt quickly muffled with his free hand.

You were climaxing so fucking hard that your whole body trembled, hands clutching desperately at his arm as your pussy gripped his fingers, clenching and unclenching rhythmically.

Matt barely held back a groan, wishing it was his dick – your greedy cunt was sucking in – instead. He kept moving his fingers in and out of you slowly, prolonging your high, until your body finally relaxed against him.

His hand left your mouth and he slowly pulled his fingers out and wiped it on the blanket before briefly glancing at the other two if they noticed anything. Seeing that they were still paying attention to whatever they were doing made him let out a small sigh of relief.

Matt smirked slightly as he casually draped an arm around your shoulders, turning his attention back to the movie as if he didn’t just render you dumb on his fingers.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟒𝟖𝟑 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

[mattsstarlet]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ texts with fwb!chris .ᐟ୨୧

pet names, suggestive language (?)

pt two here.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note: apple pay looks so fake sorry y’all. anyway hope u enjoy i loved making this.

[sturniqlo]

LAUNCH- CHRIS STURN

summary: Chris and influencer!Y/n try to keep their relationship private as much as they can, but eventually they soft launch their relationship on social media

cw: none!

social media au

authors note: tysm for 100 followers!!! heres my gift to you all since i loved making my last social media au

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other 1,285 comments

fan03: is that chris? fan2928: chris?????? fan73: okay soft launch😛 hater01: leave chris alone. fan62: the fact that she replied to that comment says everythinggg fan28: wait, what if it's not chris?

other 18,382 comments

fan47: ITS INSTA OFFICIAL fan59: HELLO? fan20: my favsss fan68: @/christophersturniolo ur turn | christophersturniolo: on it🫡

other 18,828 comments

fan57: i ship so hard fan83: matt's comment😭 hater92: ew not y/n🙄 fan48: HARD LAUNCH fan73: y/n and chris launched their relationship so perfectly | yourname: thank u, it was my idea😁 fan83: do chip n dale approve? | christophersturniolo: oh they LOVE me

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i just love making these😭😭😭