#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]

✎ 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬

your eyes rolled back briefly as you tipped over the edge, yet again. lewd sounds of slurping filled your ears, adding to the intensity. your jaw was slack and eyes closed tightly, body thrashing in a futile attempt to get away, but he was too strong. "chris, oh fu—ck, chris—" you sobbed, your hands pulling and pushing his head at the same time. he responded with a particularly hard suckle on your swollen clit, making you cry out in pleasure—pain.

chris’ mouth was relentless, working you rapidly to another orgasm and you were too weak to stop it. chris knew he would stop any moment if you used your safe word, but did you? you didn’t even utter a word about it, not wanting him to stop. the overstimulation took over you, clouding your senses, and you didn’t even notice chris’ hand snaking its way inside and up your t-shirt.

the moment his fingers found your nipple and tweaked it roughly – you found your release. now full on sobbing as chris kitten licked your throbbing clit, drawing out your high a little too much for your liking. "s-stop, chris—too much," you mewled, letting out a shaky whine when he finally relented—pulling away from your sopping pussy.

"c’mon, ma, gimme one more, yeah?" he cooed, already kissing and nipping at your folds. he had said this exact sentence ever since your first orgasm, but now you’ve lost count of how many times you felt that euphoric sensation – to the point of pain. despite the obvious discomfort from the overstimulation, you found yourself nodding—giving him permission. he grinned against your pussy as he licked a long stripe up your slit, ready to devour you once more.

୨୧

𝐰𝐜. 𝟐𝟖𝟒

[𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞!]

© 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚

[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.

[sweetshuga]

✰ 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 ✧

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. «𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆»

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. English is not my first language!

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕... loves to see your cock-drunk face as he pounds into you while hugging your thighs with your back flush against the fogged up mirror.

𝒘𝒄. 337

✰ Matt’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he held your thighs tightly, your legs up in the air on one side of his shoulders and his arms wrapped in an iron grip around them—rendering you immobile. Your moans echoed throughout the bathroom as he pulled your hips forward, changing the angle and every thrust from him hit the spot inside you that made your toes curl. Your hands scrambled to hold onto anything you could, your shoulders flush against the fogged up mirror behind you. The overwhelming pleasure making your mind go numb.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... You had just gotten out of the shower when he suddenly walked in. Matt’s face flushed when he saw your naked form, even though he’s seen it plenty of times by now. "Sorry—" you chuckled when you heard the slightly panicked tone, "hey, it’s fine, should’ve locked the door, but since Chris and Nick are out I thought it was alright, no?" He nodded slowly, his eyes raking over your body appreciatively before snapping back up to your face. A sheepish grin plastered on his lips as he shifted his weight on one leg, trying to discreetly hide the growing arousal in his pants. You raised your eyebrows, noticing the telltale signs of his desire right away.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... You struggled to keep your eyes from rolling back as he worked his magic. The thick head of his length hit spots that made you let out sounds even you didn’t know you could make. The sounds of your pleasure spurred him on, grunting in exertion as he surged forward with renewed vigor. Determined to please you. "Fu—ck sweets, you feel me?" His arm left your thighs, and with gentle fingers, pressed on the bulge appearing and disappearing on your abdomen from his cock. His gaze momentarily shifted from your stomach to your face, a groan leaving his lips when he saw the look of pure ecstasy on your face. "Look at you, so fucking drunk on my dick, mffh—" ✰

𓆩♡𓆪

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇.ᐟ𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔... loves when your ass recoils against his hips when he pounds into you from behind, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulling on it until you look up at your fucked-dumb reflection in the mirror.

𝒘𝒄. 362

✧ Chris groaned lowly as he drew back before slamming hard into you. Your backside recoiled from the force and your legs trembled, loud moans spewing out of your parted lips. He bit his lips, putting his hand on the small of your back and firmly pressing on it. The edge of the countertop in front of your upper thighs only made it easier for him to go as deep as he wanted without your body bouncing away. Your eyes rolled back in your skull before closing shut and reopening a few seconds later, widened like saucers when he increased his pace. Your hand travelled back in a futile attempt to slow him down, your moans nothing short of pornographic.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓... Nick and Matt had gone to get food. They did ask you if you wanted to tag along, but you just wanted to stay in and Chris being Chris, your sweet boyfriend, decided to stay home with you. As much as you wanted to keep cuddling with your boyfriend on the couch – cozied up in blankets – you really had to pee. And so, you disentangled yourself from Chris with a heavy sigh, "I’ll be right back, gotta piss." You could hear him chuckling and shouting an "okay" from his place on the couch as you walked towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, you heard the bathroom door opening while you washed your hands. A pair of hands pushing you down to bend over the counter.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕... Chris’ free hand tangled in your locks, gripping it into a make-shift ponytail before pulling on it. Your head involuntarily leaned back, your thoroughly-pleasured expression reflecting in the mirror. Chris’ pace quickened, the sound of wet squelching filling the air as he pounded into your sopping pussy from behind. "Look at that, baby," he cooed as he saw your face in the mirror, "look at yourself, the fucked dumb look on your face." He grunted as he pulled your hair with more force, making you look at yourself and a loud shaky moan left his lips when he felt your walls flutter rhythmically around his pistoning cock. ✧

𓆩♡𓆪

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© sweetshuga

[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

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[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"

Taglist: @sturnobsessedwh0re

[mystuffynose]

Angst in my pants

[et6rnalsun]

chris’s reaction to you grabbing your car keys and leaving straight up during the middle of an argument?

"where the fuck do you think you're going?" he shouted after you, before quickly catching up to you as he grabbed your wrist forcefully, stopping you and pulling you back against his hard chest. "you're running away like a damn kid" his tone was harsh, almost hurt, as he looked down into your eyes.

“we need to fucking talk about it. i feel like i'm going crazy and i can't just watch you go like you don't care, because i know you don't."

chris hated appearing so desperate, especially for a woman. but the thing he hated most was arguing with his woman. he knew he had hurt you, and you had every right to react in that drastic way, but he couldn't help but lean on selfishness and ask you to stay. to resolve. "let's talk about it, okay? stay" his tone took a softer edge, and seeing you hesitate was the first little win.

[sturniqlo]

Launch- C.S

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😭😭😭

[luke-sturniolo]

MAN IS MAJESTIC

HOLY FUCK

[chaosisalwayscrying]

SLEEPTALKIN’

⇥ synopsis : 3 times chris heard you talking in your sleep

⇥ warnings : none!! fluff fluff fluff

⇥ extra : my first writing in a hot minute, please dont crucify me if its bad 😕 feel free to send me requests if you actually like my writing 😇

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  by the time chris and his brothers came back from filming, you were already asleep. chris came in the room quietly, shuffling out of his uggs and tugging his shirt over his head. he was beyond ready to just lay down with his girl, he and nick had argued which already annoyed chris, but matt had just egged it on and annoyed him even more.

putting his thoughts to the side, chris lifts up his comforter and crawls in bed with you, wrapping an arm around you as you lay on your stomach. he hears your mumble something unintelligible, making him hum and press a kiss to your cheek. chris shuffles his phone out from his pocket, planning to do a bit of scrolling on tiktok or instagram, whatever gets him tired faster.

   after about ten minutes, chris' eyes were drooping and he was fighting to keep them open. he rolled onto his other side to put his phone down, and when he rolls back over, so do you. you turn over so abruptly your hand flies out and accidentally backhands him. chris opened his mouth to make a snarky comment, but paused when he heard you mumble something.

   "chrissy...?"

   it was barely a whisper, but it makes chris move the arm that was resting on his face back to a comfortable position and whisper back to you. "im right here ma, im right here," he whispers it into your hair, pressing a kiss there after.

   you hum in content, still in a deep sleep. chris leans over once more to make sure youre still sleeping before tucking into your back and going to sleep himself.

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you had been sick for the past three days, the bug that had spread through your friends ended up getting you too. and after throwing up your breakfast, you practically begged chris to just get back in bed and nap with you, too tired to stick to the plans you had for the day.

that had been over an hour ago, and chris was still wide awake as you slept on him, not that he was complaining. despite your sickness and willingness to sleep all day, just laying down with you while you napped was good enough for chris.

you beginning to mumble something snapped chris out of his trance, allowing him to listen to what you were saying.

“love you, chrissy..”

you mumble, curling into your boyfriend a little more. this caused chris to brush your hair from your face and press a kiss to your head before returning the sentiment.

“love you too ma, get some rest”

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you had decided to sleep in chris’ room as he filmed a fortnite video, which proved to be a mistake as he was extremely loud. you expected him to tone it down a little since you were in there, but he had apparently forgotten all about you.

it wasnt until he got up to take a bathroom break that he saw you under the covers, eyebrows furrowed as you had a frown on your face. guilt washed over him, and despite the fact you were a heavy sleeper, he knew his noise was affecting your dreams, which in turn affected the quality of sleep you got.

once be had used the bathroom, chris came out and knelt on your side of the bed, planning on soothing the frustration on your face before going back to filming.

he rubbed your cheek, which normally eased the tension on your face but it hadn’t this time. he barely caught your mumbles over the new sound of his brothers calling his name loudly through the call, but he managed.

“stop bein’.. so loud chris”

you grumble, obviously still sleeping as a light snore followed your words. chris frowned, pressing a kiss on the bridge of your nose before replying.

“sorry ma, gonna be more quiet” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before returning to his gaming setup. this time around, chris was 110% more focused on his noise level and how rowdy he got, not wanting to actually wake up his girl.

[slut4matt8383]

hmm…let me think..

[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

[sweetshuga]

𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 ✧ 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇!𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔! Begging you to give him head with strawberry syrup drizzled all over his dick. "Please, ma, I really want to try it out—just this once, pretty please?"

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. Basically just that Matt imagine with the brownie, but it's Chris who's receiving<3 «𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅»

𝒘𝒄. 𝟣 𝒌 (𝟣,𝟢𝟤𝟢)

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 (I know this is probably too long for an imagine, but that's alr ×-×)

⚠ 𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑻 𝑨𝑻 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬, 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ⚠

You went to the store to buy snacks and things for a movie night with Chris, your boyfriend. The list was simple, a few bags of chips, sweets and a few cans of soda – preferably Pepsi. Huh? You don’t remember writing that. You stared at the note you had made, an amused small chuckle escaping you. "Sneaky," you mumbled to yourself as you looked at his scribbled words.

𓆩♡𓆪

The moment you walked through the door, Chris greeted you with a peck on your cheek and he immediately helped you with the bags. "Shit, these are heavy, what did you even buy?" He looked at you confused as he set the bags of things down on the kitchen counter. "One too many cans of Pepsi, snacks and ice cream... And strawberry syrup." He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "strawberry syrup? For what?" You chuckled at his expression, "for the ice cream? What else?"

Chris was just about to say something back, but then stopped, closing his mouth and getting lost in thought. You blinked a few times, confused by the sudden zoned out look on his face. "Chris?" You tilted your head slightly to the side, "baby?" He blinked rapidly a few times, finally getting out of whatever trance he was in.

"Uh, yeah, what’s up?" You chuckled softly, a confused grin on your face, "what’s up?" You repeated his words with a confused undertone, "you suddenly just stared at me without talking." He grinned sheepishly, "sorry, ma, ’was just thinking of something." He gently grasped your wrist and pulled you towards himself, "mm, what do you say we cancel our movie night and do it tomorrow instead?"

You hugged his torso, looking up at him with a smile. "Why? Got something on your mind?" He nodded, looking down at you, his hand reaching out to put a few stray strands of hair behind your ears before speaking, "yeah, actually, I do have something in mind, but I don’t know if you’re willing to help me with it."

You smiled softly, "of course I’ll help you baby, just tell me about it." A smile grew on his lips and he leaned down to whisper in your ear, chuckling afterwards. Chris pulled back slightly to gauge your expression, his smile faltered when he noticed your lack of response and he quickly added. "Please, ma, I really want to try it out—just this once, pretty please?"

You chuckled, rubbing his back soothingly before finally speaking, "I wasn’t gonna say no." His face immediately lit up, "oh thank God, thought you’d be put off by it." You shook your head with a grin, "nope, far from it, that’s actually hot you know... wanting to have me suck you off with syrup all over your dick, honestly turns me on." You admitted, unapologetically grinning.

Throwing his head back as he laughed, and a few giggles later he looked down at you again, the grin on his face still present. "You’re a weird one, but then again, I’m the one that suggested it." He leaned in closer and left a soft peck on your lips, "alright, let’s see if it’s as hot as our imaginations."

"Oh fuck, just— just like that." He breathed out encouragingly, moaning lowly as you took him in deeper. His hand rested on the top of your head – not forcing or guiding, just resting there and occasionally caressing your hair. You had tied your hair up, and as much as Chris wanted to just help you hold your hair up with his hand, he knew he would be too lost in pleasure to do it properly so he let you do your thing.

You pulled his length out of your mouth with a wet pop and drizzled more strawberry syrup on it before flattening your tongue, and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. The feeling of him twitching on your tongue made you giggle. "Mm, so delicious," you murmured before wrapping your lips back around his tip, suckling on his sensitive head only.

His eyes rolled back briefly at your words and actions, a shaky whine leaving his swollen lips—swollen from making out prior to this. You didn’t give him what he wanted and instead of taking him deeper, you focused solely on his tip—the rest of his shaft getting a sloppy hand job.

He desperately tried to reign in his desire to fuck your mouth, wanting to let you take control for once. You swirled your tongue around his tip inside your mouth. The wet squelching and slurping sounds filled the room. You were thankful that you and Chris were at your place because he wasn’t exactly quiet, letting his voice out which he usually never did.

Chris let out a series of profanities along with a particularly loud whine when you stopped. "W-why?" He choked out, the only coherent word he could say in his pleasure-fogged mind. "No reason," you chuckled before abruptly moving your hand at a rapid speed, gripping his length tightly.

"Wait—fuck, fuck, fu—ck," he cried out, his hips bucking up in time with your hand as he shot out rope after ropes of cum, but you didn’t stop. "S-stop, can’t—too much," he mewled, his hands reaching out to stop your hand, but it was no use. His eyes rolled back as tears of pleasure ran down the sides of his face.

His hips jerked and bucked as he spilled again, the speed and tightness of your unrelenting hand proving to be too much for his sensitive flesh. "Aw, coming so soon?" You chuckled, gentling your touch. He put his hands over his face, embarrassed by the way his hips involuntarily jerked and twitched whenever your hand moved.

You leaned down to lick his cum off his abdomen, and he peeked from the gaps of his fingers. The sight made his cock harden again – already twitching with renewed desire. You looked down and smirked before looking back at his face which was partially hidden behind his hands. He gulped audibly when he saw the look on your face—knowing he was in for a night.

𓆩♡𓆪

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© sweetshuga

[ivysturnss]

Nate doe plinks

Putting his lights to good use

Teasing you

Likes to use all of his fingers

Tied up your hands

Sweet kisses

His tounge works wonders

When u act up he doesn't like using his own dick

When no one's home he likes to use the couch

Trying not to wake him up

Loves your thighs

Passenger princess

Loves your pretty noises

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