#that x versus &

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝟴 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗨𝗧𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦

　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where a fan made an 8-minute video with a compilation of Chris and Y/N being in love.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by @lightsgore

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

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The fans of the triplets simply adored Y/N and Chris together, and that wasn't news. The number of comments and likes doubled whenever the girl appeared with her boyfriend in a random picture in a photo dump on Instagram or when her voice sounded in the background of a video.

But what they loved most was when a cute moment of the two of them together was captured during a video on the Sturniolo channel or in a fraction of seconds on Y/N's TikTok, and they made this clear by making thousands of compilations of these little moments, long enough to even post on YouTube.

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8 minutes of cute moments between Chris Sturniolo and his girlfriend, Y/N.

1st minute:

The triplets and Y/N were walking down the sidewalk near the arena in Boston, where they played hockey with Nate.

Nick was recording himself with his phone, talking about how he had almost slipped on the ice several times, when Chris and Y/N's voices sounded, interrupting him. He focused the front camera on the two behind him, surreptitiously recording them.

"... But baby, it wasn't my fault." Y/N complained, her lips forming a pout as her eyes focused on the floor.

"Babe, I asked you to record the game, right?" Chris asked, an amused smile on his face.

They walked side by side, the girl's right arm around her boyfriend's slightly sweaty waist, while Chris's left arm rested on Y/N's shoulders, his fingers caressing her left bicep lightly.

"Yes, and I recorded it!" Her voice came out high-pitched.

"Okay, and how many times did I make a goal?" The boy asked again, raising his right eyebrow.

"Three." Y/N replied in an obvious tone, raising her eyes to look into the blue ones she loved so much. "You kissed me every time you did it." She smiles proudly.

"Yes, and how many of those three did you record?"

"None." She looked down again, her pout deepening. "But-"

Chris threw his head back, his laughter echoing through the night, interrupting his girlfriend's defense.

He leaned down slightly, sealing his lips over Y/N's head, an amused smile still on his face. Oh, how he loved his girlfriend.

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2nd minute:

The triplets were filming the video "A night at the North Pole with Larray and Nai!". The camera was positioned in a strategic point so that the lens captured all the camping items around the room, as well as the brothers and the two guests.

Y/N was in her shared room with Chris, already dressed in her - his - pajamas and with her skincare done, ready for bed. But sleep never came.

She knew she had trouble sleeping without Chris after her body got used to the boy's presence pressed against hers every night for 5 years, so her mind didn't seem to give in, begging for the warmth that Chris's larger body provided.

After a few long minutes of turning from side to side, Y/N gave up trying. Sleep was taking over her, and she was feeling more and more stressed for not being able to go into dream land, so she decided to just go to her boyfriend.

Y/N rose from the bed, their duvet wrapped around her body like a cape. Her hands reached for the handle of the white door, closing it behind her and climbing the stairs in slow, silent steps caused by the fluffy socks that covered her feet.

Larray was the first to notice her - sitting facing the top of the stairs. He smiled, amused by his friend's condition; her eyes slightly closed from sleep, her hair high in a messy bun, and her hands gripping the edges of the duvet tightly.

Not many seconds passed, and Y/N's figure was finally caught by the camera, the girl having entered the frame.

"Hey, zombie girl." Nick joked when he noticed her, raising his eyebrows in amusement.

Y/N completely ignored him, walking towards her boyfriend from behind the triplets, not wanting to step on the food that was on the floor between the five of them.

Chris's face automatically lit up when he noticed her after hearing his brother, a big smile taking over as his eyes sparkled. He opened his arms, already waiting for his girlfriend's next move.

The girl smiled lazily back, planting her feet on the floor on either side of her boyfriend's hips, before lowering herself with Chris's help, sitting on his lap.

The brunette quickly wrapped her in his arms, surrounding her torso covered by the fluffy duvet. He hugged her tightly, laying his head in the crook of her neck and exhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo momentarily, before resting his chin on her shoulder, being able to see everything in front of him.

"Sleep, pretty girl."

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3rd minute:

Chris was playing Fortnite live on Twitch. His camera was on and focused on his upper body. His head was covered by the hood of his hoodie, pressed against his ears by the headphone, from where muffled sounds from the video game were coming out.

Within 30 minutes of streaming, Y/N's figure shyly appeared behind Chris. Her hands held a tray with some snacks and an already opened can of Pepsi.

She walked towards her boyfriend, curving her spine slightly forward so that her face came into his field of vision, alerting him to her presence.

The boy's blue eyes widened in excitement almost instantly, a smile stretching across his face as his right hand worked on pausing the game, using the soles of his feet against the floor to turn his body towards her.

"Hi bubba, I just came to drop off some snacks for you. It's been a while since you had dinner, I thought you could be hungry." Y/N counted in a low tone, momentarily forgetting that Chris's headphones were of the highest quality, meaning it caught her every word.

The couple didn't notice the chaos in the chat, too focused on each other.

Chris bit his lower lip in an attempt to stop his smile from growing any wider, taking the tray from Y/N's hands and placing it on the free space on his computer desk.

He lifted his chin slightly in the air so that he brought his lips closer to hers, sealing them in a quick kiss, his eyes shining with intense love.

"Thank you, babe." Chris thanked in an equally low tone, adjusting himself in his chair again, ready to go back to playing.

Y/N smiled, caressing his shoulder lightly before turning to leave the room.

"I love you." The brunette shouted quickly before his girlfriend could close the door, receiving an "I love you more" in return.

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4th minute:

The triplets and Y/N were at an Italian restaurant, having decided to go out to dinner together that day.

Y/N was talking to Matt about one of the random facts that the boy knew and blurted out of nowhere, the two deeply involved in the conversation.

The dishes had just been delivered by the waiter, who placed them respectively in front of the person who ordered, leaving shortly afterward.

Chris quickly pulled Y/N's plate towards himself, grabbing his own knife and fork and cutting the sirloin steak into small pieces and separating them from the pasta, knowing how much his girl hated cutting meat and how she always ate too quickly.

What he didn't notice was that Nick took out his phone the moment he started the gesture, closely recording his brother cutting his girlfriend's food, practicing the act of service.

After finishing, Chris lightly pushed the plate in front of his girl, turning around to start eating his own.

The girl smiled shyly, turning to Chris momentarily, sealing her lips over his cheek before murmuring a "thank you, babe" against his skin, turning her attention back to Matt.

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5th minute:

The triplets were in their car, recording another car video. Y/N was their special guest, sitting in the backseat next to Chris, who chose to sit there just to be close to his girlfriend.

Y/N had just taken a bite of the pepperoni pizza that Nick took from the trunk, finishing chewing quickly so she could bring her point of view on something Nick was saying, gesturing with her right hand while her left held the piece carefully.

Chris watched her closely, his eyes fixed on her side profile as he listened, nodding his head.

Something the fandom loved was how Y/N was the only person Chris didn't interrupt all the time, showing himself completely interested in hearing anything his girl was saying, regardless of whether it made sense or not.

At one point, the boy lowered his eyes, stretching his right arm and taking one of the napkins that was on the car console, bringing it to Y/N's mouth, lightly wiping the corner of her lip that was dirty with sauce, but without interrupting her.

Chris folded the napkin, leaving it on his lap, knowing he would have to use it again soon.

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6th minute:

"Look, boys, learn from Chris how to treat a girl right." Nick whispered from behind his phone.

He was standing behind the kitchen table, holding his cell in his right hand, the rear camera focused on the living room couch, where Y/N was.

The girl was lying on her side, her knees bent so that her thighs touched her chest. Her back was facing the room, while her face was lightly pressed against the back of the couch. A Fresh Love sweatshirt set covered her body, keeping her warm.

Small sighs escaped her half-open mouth, her eyes moving behind her eyelids, showing how deep her sleep was.

Chris, who was sitting with her feet on his lap seconds ago, was now standing in front of the couch, curving his spine down so that he could reach his girlfriend, slowly passing his arms under her neck and bent knees, pulling her up.

On instinct, Y/N raised her left arm, surrounding Chris's neck and laying her head on his chest, waking up for just a few seconds, caressing his covered skin with the tip of her nose.

"Shh, sleep baby. I'm right here." Chris murmured in a low tone, sealing her forehead lightly, stopping his movements as he watched her close her eyes again, falling back to sleep.

Chris moved slowly, hugging Y/N's body against his as he walked towards the stairs, not noticing Nick recording them from afar.

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7th minute:

Y/N was sitting on the puff in front of her makeshift dressing table. Her phone was resting on it horizontally while her front camera recorded herself.

She was talking about the new trend in the fashion world, having as a hobby making videos for TikTok about fashion and makeup. While the girl explained in detail, her hands worked on doing her nighttime skincare, gesturing, and changing products alternately.

Chris's figure appeared behind her a few seconds after she started it, his hands holding Y/N's hairbrush. He was already ready to sleep, his eyes half closed with sleep and his hair slightly messy.

A habit created by the couple was that, while Y/N did her skincare before bed, Chris would carefully comb her hair, having always had a great love for her locks.

The boy approached his girlfriend, smiling quickly at the camera before stopping behind Y/N. His free hand parted her hair so he could comb it without hurting her or leaving any part behind.

Chris raised his hand with the hairbrush, starting to do it gently, untangling the knots created throughout the day and aligning the strands.

His eyes met Y/N's from time to time through the mirror, a small smile resting on his lips, adorning his passionate features.

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8th minute:

It was the Versus Tour; Matt, Chris, and Nick were playing the last round of Giant Jenga when Chris spotted a fan with a sign held up.

"Wait, before we continue, can I read a sign from a fan real quick?" The brunette interrupted the group, holding his microphone with his right hand and pointing at the crowd with his left one, receiving absurdly loud screams in response.

Matt shrugged, looking at Nick, who nodded, making a go-ahead gesture with his hands.

"Hi! Can I read your sign?" Chris turned back to the audience, pointing to a specific girl. The girl's eyes widened, her mouth opening in shock at being noticed by her idol, taking a few seconds to finally nod her head repeatedly. "Your sign says, "I'm only here for Y/N"-"

Loud screams interrupted Chris, fans going wild at the mention of his girlfriend's name. The brunette took the microphone away from his mouth, laughing in disbelief and looking at a specific area on the right side of the stage.

A fan, who was in the audience and recording the moment, focused the rear camera of her phone on the place where Chris looked, being able to capture the figure of Y/N, who was laughing loudly and clapping her hands in amusement, shaking her head.

"Well, I can't judge you. Everywhere I am, I only go for Y/N, too." Chris muttered into his microphone again, laughing as he received even louder screams in response.

His eyes met his girlfriend's, throwing an air kiss and an "I love you" with just a movement of his lips, before turning his attention back to the game.

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Extra minute:

The triplets and Y/N were at their house with Nate and Madi. Everyone was in the living room, talking about random topics while a movie played on the television at low volume, serving as ambient sound. Some board games were scattered on the floor, next to unopened or already eaten snacks.

Chris was sitting on a puff in front of the big windows while Y/N was on his lap. She had her legs thrown to one side while her torso was on the other, sitting sideways on Chris's thighs with her right shoulder resting on his chest.

Chris's arms encircled her body, his right one holding her waist while his left one caressed her thighs lightly.

The girl was talking about a situation she witnessed between a group of third-party friends, always keeping her boyfriend updated on the gossip.

What they didn't know was that Madi was recording their cute moment.

As Y/N spoke, Chris looked into her eyes intently, his gaze so full of love that Madi thought she could see hearts in the place of his pupils.

The brunette nodded from time to time, making it clear that he had his attention on her and understood everything she was saying, an almost imperceptible smile resting on the corner of his lips.

The two seemed to be surrounded by a bubble created just for them, the entire outside world completely forgotten.

That was their dynamic, and the triplets fandom loved it.

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[faeriekit]

I think Alfred needs his own prompt 👻(dp x dc)

Alfred had died.

(It was a bit of a waste of time— he'd been scheduled to get the boys to and from their suit fitting at this time. Now here he was; languishing. Murdered. Sulking, even.)

(How frivolous.)

As a busy man with children (an adult child) to care for, a house to maintain, and a budget to supervise, Alfred's main goal was to return to Earth, obviously. If he left Master Bruce in charge of the dusting, the man would absolutely let the unused parts of the house go into disrepair. Too impatient, his ex-ward was.

The only problem was that in this green, nebulous, and gravity-free afterlife, there seemed to be only one way out— navigating through the individual worlds that the denizens of this world have molded around themselves, until he finds a being willing to grant his wish to return.

Alfred sighed, checked for the pistol at his hip and the rifle on his back, and marched straight upwards. Or. Well. Downwards. Actually... Never mind.

[ozzgin]

Ya know gamer bf needs some justice

GIVE EM HIS OWN YAN

(hey it’s a win win both find out they are cheating and respectfully break up shake hands and then hang out as friends will there be a problem ye do I care nah)

The boyfriend needs to learn to treat his partner properly first.

He gets isekai'd into a dating sim, where he needs to raise enough romance points with each character in order to return home, or he's bound to repeat the game forever.

He'll do his usual shenanigans at first. He'll forget to text back, focus on his video games instead, show up late to dates. Then the monotony begins to seep in. He stares with disgust at the love interest, running towards him with a toast in her mouth and accidentally bumping into him.

"Kyaaa, I'm so sorry!" she exclaims with a deep blush.

Damn it! It was cute the first 5 times. Now it's driving him mad. Suddenly he's overcome with the urge to see you again. To have his old desktop setup. To not deal with flirty senpais every single morning.

So he finally puts in the effort.

One day, you're eating your breakfast cereal, genitals still raw from that nightly monster deed. You've stopped searching for your boyfriend who mysteriously vanished without a trace. The entry door creaks open, and you turn in shock.

"Tadaima*", the now-yandere gamer boyfriend announces with an alpha growl. He's a changed man. And he's coming for you.

*Translator's note: Tadaima means "I'm home" in Japanese xDD

[kabukiaku]

Fly me to the moon.....🌛🖤

ref used from fukakucos on instagram 💜🖤

[redz0nez9]

Chris Sturniolo pt 11. He was made for the stage ngl

[jiiyawns]

(smacks his fivehead) this hedgehog can fit so many problems

[pinksturniolo]

Two Is Better Than One - Chris and Matt Sturniolo

Chris x Matt and Fem Reader

The second part to Versus

polyamorous: characterized by or involved in the practice of engaging in multiple romantic (and typically sexual) relationships, with the consent of all the people involved.

or also defined as: the relationship you, matt and chris have built. it started out as an innocent game of truth or dare one night which turned into much more than you could have ever imagined. trust, respect, and honesty. these are the three rules set in place that are strictly to be followed.

but what happens when they just don't want to share you after all?

content warnings: poly relationship, not much plot to this one, heavy smut, raw sex, matt v chris, mean!matt, softdom!chris, fingering, oral receiving/giving, threesome (no incest thats just gross), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, manipulation, jealousy, angst, fluff at the end

word count: 4,662

“Fuck, Matt…” You whine, the feeling of pleasure almost overwhelming, his long fingers sliding in and out of your wet, throbbing core.

“Is this okay? Does that feel good?” he asks, his head leaning down and eyes searching your face for any sign of resistance, his expression resembling a mixture of concern and excitement. He asks you as if you weren’t obviously enjoying it, moaning his name, your fingers grasping tightly onto his bicep as he fingers you. You’re basically panting like an animal, your head thrown back against his shoulder.

He’s asked you about a dozen times since you dared him to kiss you if you’re okay and if you’re comfortable. It’s endearing though, and something you’ve always appreciated about him.

“God, yes. Please don’t stop.” You reply breathlessly. He had pulled you into his lap earlier, your back against his chest, teasing you for a little before plunging his fingers into you, exploring you for the very first time.

He hums in satisfaction after you voice your approval and kisses the side of your neck, as you lean your head back more to allow him full access.

Chris watches with wide eyes and a slack jaw, leaning on his arm as he lays sideways on the carpet across from you. From his position he has the perfect view with you exposed to him, your legs spread open for Matt. He’s painfully hard in his pants, his palm rubbing over himself to relieve some of the tension.

This only makes you wetter as you bring your head up to stare back at Chris and he makes eye contact with you. The way he watches you makes your heart flip in your chest. He licks his lips, looking back down at your dripping hole, squeezing around Matt’s fingers as they curl inside you and he places a thumb on your clit, starting to rub circles.

You close your eyes and throw your head back against Matt again, completely lost in the feeling, the coil in your stomach starting to unravel. Colors dance across your eyelids as you squeeze them shut, your thighs tensing and loud moans from you fill the room.

Matt whispers words of encouragement in your ear and your orgasm rolls through you in delicious waves as you feel yourself drench his fingers with arousal.

Matt uses every ounce of strength he has not to cum from the sight of you losing yourself on his lap, his eyes locked on you. The sounds you make are like music to his ears and he knows he’s hooked now.

You never would’ve thought Matt would be the one to touch you like this, giving you the first orgasm that you’ve had from someone besides yourself in a good while, let alone Chris also watching it happen. But it’s incredibly sensual, and forbidden, and dirty, and you absolutely love it.

You recover from the short burst of ecstasy and sit up a little, your breath shaky and remove the death grip you had from Matt’s arm. Chris is still in shock, staring at you like he’s just witnessed the best porn scene of his life.

“What’s wrong Chris? Scared you can’t do better?” Matt says, taunting him.

He scoffs, and snaps out of his trance, grabbing you by the ankles to pull you towards him. You gasp from the sudden shift, and the mischievous smirk on Chris’s face has you blushing.

“Come ‘ere Princess. I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

That was 6 months ago, and this is now. Now, you’re sitting on Matt’s bed as he stands in front of you, the rage vibrating from him so strongly it’s starting to scare you. The difference between Matt now and Matt then is baffling. But the few times you’ve seen him like this, you couldn’t hide the fact how much it turned you on. He was the sweetest person you knew, yet he could absolutely ruin you if you pushed him to that point.

“Beg.” He says finally. Your doe eyes stare up at him, but he keeps a stoic expression.

“I- what?” You start, unsure what exactly he wants you to beg for.

“You heard me, angel. I want you to beg for it.” He answers.

Chris smirks from his place on the gaming chair, enjoying the approach Matt’s taken. His front teeth dig into his bottom lip, the obvious boner from earlier still pressed hard against his thigh in his sweatpants.

But the second your eyes flick over to Chris, Matt sighs in anger and shakes his head.

“Chris, get the fuck out.”

He sucks his teeth, throwing his hands in the air like a defeated child. “Bro what-“

“She’s too distracted right now. It’s still my fucking night. I said she’ll get what she wants. But on my terms.”

Chris glares at the back of Matt’s head for a little and then sighs, looking at you briefly before getting up from the chair and leaving the room, closing the door.

“Matt, I’m sorry. Can we please talk- “You start but he’s quick to shut you down.

“Shut your mouth and get on your knees. Now.”

Your face heats in embarrassment but your thighs clench together in excitement. Matt notices, watching your every move. He would never make you feel uncomfortable, and he knows you well enough to watch your body language and cues.

And he knows that your face is red with embarrassment because of his change in demeanor and his harsh tone but he also knows your thighs are clenching together because there’s a throb starting in your core. And he loves the effect he has on you.

You slip to your knees on his floor, as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his boxer briefs down a little, his cock springing out as he holds it in his hand in front of your face. He’s already hard and ready for you, as you shuffle even closer to him, placing your hands on his thighs.

“Go on. Show me how sorry you are.” He says, his voice deep and still thick with sleep.

That’s all you need to hear before taking him into your mouth, letting him slide as far down your throat as you can manage. He groans, holding the back of your head as he lets you adjust, your throat constricting slightly as you gag around him.

And you are sorry. You’re sorry that you let Chris have his way with you in the kitchen while you left him in his bed alone. You’re sorry that you made him angry, especially after his earlier confession. You’re sorry that this whole relationship between you three has gotten so messy.

So, you let him wrap his hands in your hair as he thrusts slightly, breathing through your nose and letting him control the pace, wanting to pull more sounds of approval from him. You let him fuck your mouth, holding your head and bucking his hips like that’s all you are to him right now, a hole for him to use.

He does this for a few good minutes, thoroughly enjoying the tight warmth of your throat around him. You’re sure that there’s a redness forming on your knees from being on the floor and tears start to leak from your eyes, but you don’t mind. You would gladly let him use you in whatever way he wanted.

“Fuck, angel... just like that. Take it.” He moans, and you reciprocate, your fingertips digging into his thighs. You’re basically slobbering on him now, saliva starting to pool out of your mouth and onto your chin. The cold metal of his rings scrape your scalp as he fists your hair tightly. You’re almost out of breath and you look up at him with lust filled eyes, your lashes fluttering. He nearly loses it then, his orgasm threatening to tip him over the edge.

But then he pulls out quickly before he can and you gasp, catching your breath.

He pulls you up by your arms, and practically throws you onto his bed, your back hitting his sheets. You barely have time to say anything before he’s stripping you of your clothes and pulling his pajama pants off. He crawls onto the mattress after you, holding your legs in place so you stay spread open for him, his throbbing dick still hanging out of his boxers.

He presses into you, sitting up on his knees on the bed as he runs his tip through your folds,  causing a jolt of pleasure in your stomach and your mouth hangs open, watching him.

His eyes are transfixed on the way you’re leaking in need, slickness coating him as he slides through you teasingly over and over, and then looks into your eyes, a hungry, almost irritated look on his face from how insane you make him.

“I wanna hear you beg for it Y/N.” He demands.

You want him so bad, you would say anything he wanted you to.

“Please, Matt. I need you.”

He tsks, shaking his head slightly as he continues to tease you. “Not good enough.”

“Matt… Please fuck me. Please, I need to feel you baby, I’ll be so good I promise.”

He bites his lip, feeling his dick throb at the sound of the needy way you beg for him.

“Yeah? Not gonna make me mad anymore sweetheart?” He coos, and you shake your head in earnest as he locks eyes with you. He presses his tip against your entrance with a smirk on his face and you whine with frustration.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and you can only assume it’s Chris. Matt chooses not to hear it, pushing himself all the way inside you without warning and you cry out, the feeling of him burying inside you as deep as he can, his hips flush with yours.

He doesn’t move at all, gripping the back of your thighs and pushing them up and tight against your upper body so he has your legs open even wider for him. His eyes are dark as he looks down at you, the dominance penetrating.

“Matt.” You hear Chris say from behind the door.

“Make one fucking noise and I’ll stop.” Matt tells you lowly and pulls out halfway only to slam back into you, hard.

Your eyes widen and you can’t help the loud whimper that escapes you. He clamps one of his hands over your mouth, and you clutch his wrist as he moves again, your body jolting at the rough way he thrusts into you. “What did I just say? Hm?” He warns through gritted teeth, his breath shaky despite his harsh tone.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks condescendingly and you shake your head no fervently, his hand still over your mouth. You don’t dare to make a sound no matter how bad you want to. “That’s what I thought.” He adds and quickens his pace, watching as he pounds into you, the feeling sparking a slow burn in both of you.

You’re absolutely soaked, and he can’t take his eyes off how well you take him. You’re already clenching around his cock, and he moves his hips up, scooting even closer to you, now hitting you at a different angle, his tip brushing your cervix. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you’re biting into his hand, gripping his arm for dear life.

Knock, knock.

Chris sighs from the other side of the door. He can’t hear you, but he can hear Matt’s headboard bang against the wall, and he burns with envy. He knows how pathetic this is. Standing outside Matt’s door while he fucks a girl. His girl.  As far he was concerned, you were his. You had his heart, and no amount of pettiness or jealousy would change that.

They had both agreed they would share you tonight, per their discussion earlier in the kitchen. It’s what you wanted. And now Matt was being greedy.

“Come on, sweetheart, I know how fucking good it feels. Cum all over my dick, I know how bad you want to.” Matt tells you and you’re melting in seconds, trembling beneath him as you climax, the feeling incredible. You’re making small, muffled cries against him, riding out your high.

But the feeling of release is soon replaced with an intensity that has your legs shaking as he still hasn’t stopped thrusting into you, his resolve still intact.

He moves his hand from your mouth to your neck, gripping slightly, enough that you feel hazy. The overstimulation has you breathless, your whimpers lost as he fucks the air out of your lungs. The pleasure returns though as he finds your g spot once more, and he moves his hand from your neck to your clit, bringing even more stimulation to your nerve endings and your whole body feels as if it’s on fire.

Before you can cum though, Matt is suddenly pulling out of you, flipping you around so fast your head spins and enters you again from behind. He leans down over you, one arm snaking around your chest and the other around your waist as he holds you close to him.

“You belong to me, did you forget that?” He pants, starting slow, deep strokes into you and you moan out from the feeling. The change in position has you tingling, floating in pleasure under him. And his words only push you to that glorious edge again, as he spews filthy words into your ear, his arm tightening around you.

“If I ever catch you like that again, I’ll make sure you regret it.” He thrusts into you faster now, his pace unforgiving.

Silk sheets the color of melted chocolate and patchwork arm tattoos. That’s all you can focus on as Matt slams into you, and you take every minute of it. It’s not long before you’re reaching that peak again, trembling under Matt and breathless. He releases into you, his lips against your neck, hot breath puffing on your skin.

But that wasn’t the last one.

He made you cum again, for the third time, pulling you to the edge of the bed while he stood up and fucked you till your vision went blurry and your legs went numb. This time, pulling out and painting white stripes on your stomach and chest.

Once he catches his breath, he goes to grab a towel to clean you and you lay on the bed, your mind still foggy and your heart pounding in your chest. You can’t really move, your body spent from the intensity.

You don’t even notice when Matt comes back to you, running the towel over your body and between your legs, cleaning up his cum that’s leaked out of you. He places a hand to your forehead, smoothing your messy hair from your face and places a light kiss on your cheek. “You’re okay angel, I got you. ‘m right here…”

Chris comes through the door now, hearing the sudden silence and sees the image of you sprawled out on Matt’s bed, the fucked out look on your face. You’re sweaty and your eyelids are drooped with exhaustion. He then sees Matt, caressing your face and whispering sweetly to you.

“Jesus, Matt what did you do to her?” He says, moving closer.

Matt ignores him, grabbing a water bottle from his nightstand and handing it to you, helping you sit up slightly. “Drink this, angel.”

“Y/N, are you okay?” Chris asks and looks at you. You look absolutely ruined.

You nod weakly, unable to form words yet and gulp the water down.

“She’s fine Chris.”

“I asked her, not you.”

Matt gets up from beside you, stepping to Chris. “Why are you here again?”

Chris scoffs. “Because she wants me to be.”

“What if I changed my mind?”

“Well, its not just about you, is it?”

“No, what if I changed my mind about everything.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“The fuck does that mean Matt?”

“She belongs to me, I need her… I love her.”

“She’s not a fucking object-“

“You know what I fucking mean Chris-“

“No. I actually don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about because last I checked, she doesn’t want just you. We had an agreement- “ “Fuck the agreement- “ “Please, stop.” You whine from the bed, unable to take any more of their bickering. Your voice is hoarse and tired, your head lolling against the mattress.

Chris immediately comes over to you, lifting you up gently so he can hold you against him, your back against his chest as you lay between his legs.

“You feel okay baby? Do you want to go to sleep? You need some rest.” he asks softly, stroking your shoulders and running his hands down your arms.

“I’m okay.” You respond. You place a hand on his knee and lean your head back against him. You were tired but you had some time to calm down and felt a little clearer headed now.

And then you see Matt near your feet, crawling up to you slowly, his eyes all apologetic and doey. He gently places his hands on your legs, touching you like you might break. “Will you let me make you feel better angel?” He asks, his voice like honey and you melt in the sound.

“Yes.” You breathe and the way he’s looking at you has butterflies forming in your stomach and another feeling of want and lust blooming in your core, softer this time. A lot of emotions have been surfacing tonight, making the air thick and energy intense, almost overwhelming.

But it seems most of the cards have been laid on the table, and now all that’s left is the three of you, wrapped up in the simple language of wanting and the desire to be wanted back. The constant competing, the angst, the struggle for power… none of that matters right now except for their goal of wanting to please you and take care of you.

Matt’s mission is to caress your body, run his hands over every inch of your skin, kneading gently into the muscles of your thighs, legs and hips, massaging you. He molds his palms and fingertips into you like he’s sculpting an art piece and he’s careful to touch you, like you might break like glass.

You sigh, the soothing motions of his hands calming you, making you incredibly relaxed. And wet. With each brush of his hands on your inner thighs, his fingertips graze your creases, inching closer and closer to your aching cunt.

Then he starts to press kisses to your skin, tingles running through you from his soft lips. It’s maddening but also has your head in the clouds again, and you want nothing more than to feel his tongue against you.

Chris still holds you, his face buried into your neck, also using his mouth to leave more small marks next to the ones he placed before.

He brushes all your hair to the back of your neck, his hands moving to your breasts and you gasp lightly as he kneads them, flicking his thumbs across your sensitive nipples.

Matt continues to touch every part of your lower body except that place you need the most. You whine impatiently, now ready for him to go further. He looks up at you, his face hovering over your pelvis. “Want my mouth baby?” He says and you moan, nodding your head. “Please, Matt.” He smirks and he leans his head down, kissing the spot right above your clit. “So good for me.” He mumbles.

You reach down to tuck your fingers into his soft hair when Chris grabs your arms, gently pulling them back and holding them behind you. He places his lips by your ear, his breath puffing against your neck. “Gotta stay still baby.”

Matt then spreads your fold with his fingers and slides his tongue down your wetness, flicking it up and then back down to your hole. You moan loudly, as Chris continues to fondle your breasts, and smooths his hands down your stomach. He’s touching you as lovingly as he can in all the spots he can reach. All while Matt buries his face between your legs.

You lean your head back against Chris, cries of pleasure escaping your mouth.

“Does it feel good baby?” Chris whispers in your ear and you nod, unable to speak as Matt devours you, tasting you like he can’t get enough.

“Not better than my tongue though.” He adds and sticks two fingers in your mouth, resting them against your tongue and you suck lightly, your moans vibrating around them.

“Such a dirty fucking girl…” He groans and slips them out of your mouth with a pop, leaning down further to kiss you, his tongue circling yours.

Matt coaxes you closer and closer to that peak again, his mouth sucking and lapping at you like it’s his last meal. This time, the build up is sweeter, and it has you seeing stars as he encourages you to cum, his face coated with your juices, your whimpers and moans of his name sounding through the room.

“So beautiful angel, you did so well for me.” He praises.

✰✿

Exhaustion has officially taken over the three of you, the night finally ending in the early hours of the morning. You all lay in Matt’s bed, with you in the middle. Sleep took over your body once Chris helped you get a clean pair of pajamas on and laid you down. You looked so peaceful he just couldn’t leave you.

Matt let him stay. Begrudgingly. He didn’t have the energy to argue anymore tonight. Chris holds you from behind and you rest your hand as Matt’s chest, drawing soothing circles on his skin.

You awake after a few hours, the sunlight filtering through the shades of the bedroom window. It isn’t noon yet and your eyes are still heavy with sleep as you stretch a little and feel Chris’s arms tighten around you. You see Matt with his back to you, towards the edge of the bed. He’s knocked out, his shoulders moving with slow, deep breaths.

Chris holds you close to him, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he splays his hand over your stomach. “Already awake princess?”

You smile lazily and yawn, putting your hand over his. Your legs tangle underneath the blanket you share, and he pulls it up higher, covering most of your body. “Just lay here with me for a while, yeah?” He mumbles and peppers soft kisses from the spot below your ear down the nape of your neck, leaving goosebumps in his trail.

You sigh happily and his hands escape underneath your t-shirt, smoothing over your hips and the curve of your side. He continues kissing every inch of skin his lips can touch. The dip of your neck, your jaw, the back of your shoulder.

“You look so beautiful when you sleep… I love you more than you know, sweet girl. You mean everything to me.” He whispers and your heart squeezes in your chest. His words reciprocate what you feel for him, and it makes his touch all the more pleasing.

Chris runs his hands down your thighs now, fingertips brushing the crease of your pelvis and it only takes a few seconds for you to feel wetness pool between your legs for him as he places an open-mouthed kiss on your neck, running his tongue along your skin.

You whimper ever so quietly, your breathing more shallow from his soft, sensual actions. “Shhh… don’t make a sound baby. We don’t want Matt to wake up now do we?”

You turn your head slightly to make eye contact with him and he smirks, his fingers sneaking into the side of your shorts and caressing your wet folds. You stay silent though, your teeth digging into your bottom lip and brows furrowing as he pushes one finger inside you slowly, still some soreness from the night before.

“Be good for me, mama. I’m gonna get you ready for me, okay? Does it hurt?” He asks and you nod, hissing as he pushes in further, some resistance against him as he strokes your spongy walls.

He hums in empathy, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” You kiss him back as he continues small thrusts into you with his middle finger, growing wetter by the second. The burn disappears as he’s gentle with you, and you crave more.

He takes notice of the way your body relaxes now, the tenseness gone and your hips wiggle with need, so he adds another finger and you almost let a moan escape. He strokes your walls with care, pushing them all the way in to the base of his knuckles. Sounds of wetness come from under the blanket and he molds his lips against yours sweetly.

Your hips are moving back towards him, helping you slide down his fingers and he chuckles lightly. “Look at you… practically getting yourself off on my hand. Who knew my sweet girl was so needy, hm?” Chris taunts and you whimper quietly. “So needy for you, Chris… please.” You breathe and he removes his fingers from your hole, shoving them into your mouth.

Matt shuffles in his sleep in front of you and your heart races, a jolt of fear running through you. He doesn’t wake though, and Chris pulls his cock out of his boxers, pressing his tip into your hole, your arousal already coating him.

You make a muffled sound against his fingers as he groans into your ear. “You gonna be quiet like I said?” You nod and he pushes himself all the way into you, a grunt of pleasure emitting from him as he buries his face into your neck. He removes his fingers from your mouth and wraps his arm around your chest, cradling you against him as he rocks into you from behind, slow and deep.

“Such a good girl for me… always.” He praises and your mouth hangs open at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you, his shaky breath on your neck.

It feels so fucking good, you never want him to stop, wanting to have the feeling of him inside you always so you’re never empty.

It’s not long at all before you’re clenching around him, your orgasm spilling out and he’s whimpering into your skin, teeth biting softly into your flesh from the way you squeeze him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up so full baby, I want- shit… want you to have all of it.” He moans and releases into you, warm spurts of his cum painting your insides.

He stays inside you for a while, and holds you, your breaths slowing down eventually.

“I love you, Chris. Both of you. Please don’t make me choose.” You whisper, fatigue making your eyes slip close again as you drift to sleep in his arms.

He doesn’t say anything, his eyes looking over to Matt who seems to have been asleep the whole time. He sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead and gently pulls away from you once you’re sound asleep, getting up from the bed to leave with you Matt and return to his room. He wants you to get rest. The hard discussion can be left for another day.

Matt turns over once Chris leaves, wrapping his arms around you. He makes a mental note to take extra good care of you for the next few days after the events of this weekend. He’ll run you a warm bath, massage your achy and sore limbs, and put on your favorite movies later.

And he definitely won’t forget to get Chris back for his sneaky acts that morning, something he was very, very good at.

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[angelic-sturniolos111]

Matt was mothering in today’s vid.

[guccifrog]

NANNY 🍡

matt sturniolo X f!reader

summary : The Sturniolos found it increasingly difficult to raise their brother, Matt's daughter especially since they were all boys, hiring a nanny seemed like the best solution, your slight obsession with money and the pay they were offering was too good not to apply, but little did you know that your bond with the dad would become more than just professional.

part 1

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"Evelyn!"Chris shouted into the hallway of the Sturniolos' house, where Evelyn could be heard giggling from the other side of the door. She was always playing hide-and-seek with her uncles, and it seemed like it was her favorite game. Today, however, Chris had a more important task at hand: getting his niece to put on a pair of pants. 

But it was not an easy task. Chris had been trying to get Evelyn to wear pants for the past thirty minutes, and every time he thought he had her cornered, she would somehow wriggle free and run off to hide again.

 He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he considered his options. He knew that he couldn't chase her around the house all day, and he was starting to feel irritated.

"Evie? come out sweetheart, I'll let you play with my hair, don't you love braiding my long hair?"Chris winced, as he remembered how Evelyn had almost made him bald once, trying to braid his hair. But, he had to try something. He heard a tiny giggle from the other side of the door and waited, hoping that she would come out. 

Then it hit him. He remembered a little trick that always works. Candy. If he gave Evelyn some candy, she would probably be distracted enough to let him help her put on the pants. Grinning to himself, he hurried to the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards until he found a bag of her favorite chocolates. He returned to the hallway, clutching the bag in his hand.

"Evie! Hey, Evie, come here for a second," Chris called, trying to sound casual. When Evelyn finally poked her head out from under the coffee table where she'd been hiding, she flashed him a big grin. "I've got something special for you," he said, holding up the bag of chocolates. Her eyes lit up, and she skipped over to him, her little hands already reaching for the treat.

"Treats!" she exclaimed, taking a few pieces and stuffing them into her mouth. As she chewed happily, Chris took the opportunity to kneel down beside her and gently slip the pair of pants onto her little legs. "Don't tell your dad, okay?" he said, sighing in relief as he finally buttoned her pants. Evelyn nodded, her mouth full. She had never been so happy to wear pants before.

As Chris stood up, he noticed Nick, walking into the room, his eyes glued to his phone. "Are you guys done?" he asked, looking up and, noticing the half-eaten candy in Evelyn's hand. But before Chris could respond, Nick's expression turned sour. " Chris what the hell are you doing?!" he whispered-yelled. "Giving her candy!? she had like three bags this morning!"

"Shut up, Nick," Chris hissed back, "I was just trying to get her to wear some pants." He looked at Evelyn, who was still munching on the candy, Nick rolled his eyes but didn't argue. Chris. sighed, turning to Evelyn, ready to take the rest of the candy away from her. But before he could, An ear-piercing scream filled with terror rang out through the house.

Evelyn had dropped the candy, clutching her hands to her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Chris and Nick exchanged confused glances before rushing to her side. "Evie, what's wrong?" Chris asked, panic rising in his voice. 

"DADDY!" Evelyn screamed, pointing behind them. Chris and Nick turned around to see their brother, Matt, standing in the doorway looking confused. " Chris took my candy!" she cried, pointing accusingly at her uncle.

"Hey!" Chris snapped his head back to his niece" trying to defend himself. "She was the one stuffing her face with it!" Nick chimed in, half-heartedly siding with Chris. "And you had plenty of other candy!" Evelyn, however, was having none of it. She continued to cry, pointing at Chris.

 Matt, looking more confused than ever, stepped into the room. Evelyn walked to his side, making grabby hands at him. "Daddy, Chris is being a meanie," she whined. "He took my candy!"

Chris rolled his eyes. "Oh, my fuck-"

"Chris!" Nick yelled, interrupting whatever was about to come out of his mouth. 

"He's just jealous because he's not as cute as you, Evelyn." Nick sighed hoping she would stop. The little girl smiled up at her uncle and flipped her hair before giving Chris a nasty look.

"Kid I swear to-"

"Chris" Matt warned, raising an eyebrow. "Evie, honey, you know you can't eat all that candy, right?" He asked her. She nodded, still looking a bit upset. "Well, why don't you put the rest of it away for later, and we can find something else for you to eat, okay?" Matt suggested, reaching out to take the rest of the candy from her. She hesitated for a moment but then handed it over to her father.

Chris couldn't help but feel a bit relieved as he watched the interaction between Matt and Evelyn. He glanced at Nick, who looked like he didn't care about any of this. 

Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," Nick said, walking over to the door and opening it. He wasn't expecting anyone, and he definitely didn't expect to see who was standing there. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in the beautiful woman before him. She had long, flowing hair that cascaded down her back in waves, and she was wearing a stunning olive green dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. A white lace parasol was draped over her arm. Her eyes were piercing through him, as she smiled coyly. 

"Hello! Is this the Sturniolo household ?" the beautiful woman asked, her voice smooth and melodic.

Nick glanced back at the woman. He cleared his throat and managed to respond, "Yeah, um, yeah, it is. Can I help you?" He asked.

"Nick why is it taking so long?" a voice from behind him asked. He turned around to see his brother, Chris, standing there, looking annoyed, but when he saw who Nick was talking to, his expression changed to surprise and then amusement.

She smiled at him, before turning her attention back to Nick. "I'm here to see Mr.Matthew Sturniolo. Is he around?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Her index finger rested on her pursed lips, as she pretended to be deep in thought.

Nick looked at her curiously, before glancing back at Chris. "Um, yeah, he's actually right here," he said, signaling for Chris to call Matt.

"MATT!" Chris shouted, making Nick physically cringe at the volume. His brother rolled his eyes before turning back to the woman. She smiled politely at Nick, her gaze curious and unblinking. 

"what's up ?" Matt asked, walking up behind his brother, and noticing the woman standing at the door. His jaw almost hit the floor.

"Oh, hello there," she said, her voice as smooth as silk. "I'm the new babysitter, the name's y/n." 

"Holy shit..."

"excuse me ?" Y/n raised an eyebrow.

"I said hello" Matt stuttered, clearing his throat as he regained his composure, making Nick snort. 

"I was told I'd be working for the Sturniolo family. You must be the father, Mr.Matthew?" She held out her hand, her posture confident and balanced.

"Ah, yes. Yes, I'm Matt" Matt replied, taking her hand and shaking it firmly. "And these are my brothers, Nick, and Chris" He gestured to the two people who were both staring at the woman with matching smiles.

"Nice to meet you all" Y/n smiled, looking at each of them in turn. "I understand that I'll be taking care of little Evelyn from now on?"

Matt nodded, still a bit taken aback by her presence. He gestured for her to come in, and she walked past them into the house, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. "Make yourself comfortable"

"Daddy?!" Evelyn's voice echoed through the house, as she ran into the living room, her tiny hands full of toys. She stopped short when she saw the tall woman standing there, and her big blue eyes widened in awe.

"Princess" The little girl whispered, eyes still wide, as she slowly walked towards the new woman. "Who... who are you?" she asked shyly, looking up at her. Y/n knelt down to be at the little girl's level and smiled warmly at her.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm your new babysitter, y/n. I'm going to take really good care of you from now on, okay?" Evelyn nodded slowly, still eyeing her with curiosity. "Would you like to show me some of your toys?" she asked, gesturing to the toys in Evelyn's tiny hands. The little girl's face lit up, and she happily began to show her all of her favorite things.

In the background, Nick and Chris exchanged glances, still in disbelief over the new babysitter. Matt smiled to himself, thinking that she seemed perfect for the job. Not only was He confident that Evelyn would be in good hands with her, but he also couldn't deny that he was enjoying the view.

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[yuikomorii]

// The way Yui clings onto Ayato in the Versus cover is SO CUTE!! (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

That’s HIS baby right there! 🍼

[merakiui]

PLEASE. please. if you would be so kind to give us some more stalker ex scara... the first time I saw it it just changed my brain chemistry, and I desperately need more </3

>:D thinking a lot about stalker ex Scara, but you get really drunk and he's the only one left to look after you......

(cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, alcohol/intoxication, toxic ex scara, modern college au, connected to the previous stalker ex scara concept)

Just,,, the fact that he's been so good and sweet ever since he casually slid himself into your friend group and you're not sure if you can trust him, yet here you are being completely, utterly, stupidly vulnerable in front of your very unstable ex. orz

Kuni's not one for parties; in fact, he'd much rather spend his precious time doing quiet, comfortable things with you (cuddling is so much healthier than drinking, after all! <3). Unfortunately, you allow your foolish friends to talk you into attending these brain-rotting parties so you can get drunk off your ass, and he can't let you attend them by yourself because there are too many risks. If you got too comfortable with Venti or Kazuha or even Tighnari while drunk, Kuni would never forgive you. >:( he's worked too hard cultivating this friendly image for himself, and he isn't going to let you or anyone else ruin it.

But right now everyone else is too inebriated to do much of anything, and he hasn't touched the drinks ever since he arrived, instead choosing to anchor himself to some forgotten corner of the room. He sulks and broods in silence, a scowl plastered to his face. He's just barely tolerating it for your sake. It's because he loves you that he's doing any of this. Soon you won't even need any of these troublesome friends. Soon you'll just have him, and he's all you really need. It was like that when you were growing up, after all. Even though, as painful as it is, you don't seem so codependent, so swept up in romance... You're so independent now, no longer the shy, fearful thing from the final few months of your relationship with him. He'd be impressed if he wasn't trying so hard to isolate you from each of your friends. It's a challenge when he's trying to tiptoe around Heizou's sharp, witty perception or Venti's proclivity for knowing everything about everyone despite no one knowing much about him.

But he endures. He's gone years without you; this is nothing.

If you were smarter, you'd know not to trust a word he says. That kind, soft smile he's perfected for this act is not to be believed, especially not when he's using it to assure your friends that he'll bring you home safe and sound. Heizou has his doubts because it's late and you can hardly walk a straight line, but he's tipsy just like the others and it's hard to deliberate like this. Besides, when has Kuni ever let the group down? :)

He takes you back to his dorm instead because Albedo's not home and he has the entire room to himself. While you meander clumsily over to his bed, kicking your shoes off and shucking your jacket in the process, he watches. You have no idea how much he depends on you, how much he admires you, so much so that it surpasses love and lust entirely. Without you, he's nothing. Or that's what he thinks because for the majority of his life he's felt empty and sub-human and so alone. But now you're here, and you can fill those empty spaces in his heart and give him a reason to keep living.

You don't seem particularly fazed when the bed dips under his weight. Rather, you blink sleepily up at him when he leans over you, gingerly reaching to help you out of your sweater. You're too drunk to protest or struggle, and you feel so dizzy every time you open your eyes. It's difficult to remain fully conscious when sleep is tugging at your body, pulling you under. You don't even realize he's fit his mouth on yours until his tongue is pushing past your lips. You manage to place your hands against his chest, intending to push him away, but you're so exhausted and tired. They fall to your sides, useless.

Kuni sits up and smiles at you. He says something about you being dumb and cute... or something about how your friends are fools. You don't really catch all of his obsessive murmurings when your attention is waning. Clothes are torn off; he kisses you a lot. You're not sure if you're reciprocating, but it certainly sounds that way when you're whining beneath him, arching against sodden sheets, your breaths coming in pants and huffs each time he ruts into you.

He doesn't have to worry about anything. Right now, it's just you and him in a corner of the world, locked away from everyone who might try to take you away from him. It's not like you'll remember much come morning. You don't need to anyway. It's better if you're lost and bewildered. That way he'll be able to craft a story to suit his fancy. You'll believe it. You'll have no choice, and Kuni knows how to tell very believable tales.

[ssturniolo]

Hi! First I would like to start by saying that I LOVE your writing and my request is one for Matt where basically they are all on tour and the reader gets like dizzy and passes out on stage and the they all like carry the reader off of the stage and then on like the socials people are like praising Matt for how calm he was being and like a fluffy ending pls and if you don't have time or just don't wanna do this that's fine also love your work again!

Dizzy

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Matt x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - request <3

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - nothing

You smile as the bright stage lights shine down, the crowd still going wild for the triplets. This being the last show, Matt asked you to be his partner which you happily accepted.

You’ve never been on tour before but it’s exceeded your expectations, although very stressful.

Matt tosses the basketball to you, snapping you out of your little trance. Standing up from your chair, you wobble a bit, your vision going fuzzy.

“You alright there love?”

“Mhm” you blink a few times before walking up to shoot. After missing the shot miserably once again, you return to your previous seat, feeling like absolute shit.

Suddenly, the lights felts extremely bright, the voices seemed painfully loud, and you didn’t think you had enough energy to shoot again.

You push yourself off of the chair with shaky hands, ready to make your way over to Matt. It’s not like this is the first time this has happened, you’ve felt like this on and off all day today and yesterday.

“I’m gonna go get water quick” you whisper to Matt after he finishes shooting.

“Do you want some of mine?” He offers, pointing at his nearly full water bottle sitting on the ground.

You just shake your head, making your way across the stage. Your vision has gone fuzzy again and your legs feel like jello as you grab for something, anything to hold you up. So close to making it off the stage; out of the sight of so many people but you couldn’t. And everything goes black.

A gasp echos around the room as the crowd watches you collapse, each of them angling their phones in your direction.

Matt is quick to sprint over to you, swiftly scooping you into his arms before carrying you bridal style off of the stage.

He lays you down on the couch in the triplets “break” room, his face twisted with concern. Luckily, it didn’t take long for your eyes to flutter open, immediately mortified of what just happened.

“I’m so so sorry Matt I tried to make it off stage, I really did” you apologize, covering your reddened face with your hands.

Matt takes a hold of your wrists, pulling them down.

“You don’t need to apologize honey, are you ok?”

Sighing, you squeeze your eyes shut, attempting to pull yourself together. “I think I just need to eat something” you eventually say.

“But I really really don’t want to go back out there” you add, afraid to disappoint him but too weak and embarrassed to go back onto stage.

“That’s ok my love, I’ll pull a fan from the crowd to be my partner” Matt smiles gently, placing sweet kisses on your knuckles.

“Matt” you say as he gets up to go back on stage.

“Hm?”

“I’m lowkey kinda excited for the edits. You’re my hero”

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Yandere! Gamer Boyfriend Scenarios

A collection of parodies to satisfy everyone’s desire for a happy ending. Warning: crackhead humor.

Content: gender neutral reader, yandere behavior, brief NSFW, time machine to Wattpad glory days

[First story] [More parodies original works]

Case 1: Third contender

Very few people know about your stepmother. You’d kept it a secret, even from the tentacle monster, who was understandably confused about your boyfriend’s nervousness upon hearing your idea of a family visit.

“Try not to kill each other, please.” You say with pleading eyes.

“I’m more worried about you, (Y/N). Will you be alright?”

You swallow dryly. The evil hag had summoned you earlier this week, and you dare not oppose her. A tear threatens to form in the corner of your eye, so you turn around with a dismissive wave. You’ll be fine.

“I see you already have a suitcase”, the older woman remarks, puffing on her cigarette. “Good. You’ll be leaving today.”

“What? I just got home!” You argue in confusion.

“This isn’t your home anymore. Times are difficult, you see. We’re low on funds.” She ponders her words, then continues. “We’ve sold you to a famous K-pop idol group.”

You can only gawk in shock. Almost simultaneously, you feel a tap on your shoulder and hesitantly look back.

“You must be (Y/N)! Wow, you’re even cuter in person. Those photos I received of you barely do you justice.”

A tall, handsome man with a beaming smile stands behind you. He flashes you a little heart gesture with his index and thumb, and winks.

Is this the power of idol charisma? You can feel the faintest tug at your heart, deep red blush heating up your cheeks.

“I couldn’t possibly…I’m already in a…in a relationship!”

“You’ll be much happier with me. I can offer you the world.”

What a ridiculous situation. You stumble on your words, partly afraid, partly curious about the potential life of luxury as the beloved partner of a famous idol. Can’t be that bad, you tell yourself. You shake your head aggressively. No! You have two people (well, one monster) waiting for you at home. You need to get out of here, but how?

Just as you evaluate escape routes, the door bursts open and you gasp at the sight: your gamer boyfriend, followed by the tentacled creature.

“How did you bypass my security?!” The idol shouts in disbelief. “I have the best engineers in the world working for me!”

The gamer boyfriend smirks defiantly.

“Heh. Wasn’t too hard to hack into your systems, all I needed was my PS5 controller. As for the physical obstacles…” he says, turning to the ancient beast. “You might want to call a cleaning crew for what’s left of your guards.”

You run towards them, and the young man gently guides you behind him.

“Since when do you two get along?” You ask with the sarcasm of a witty Marvel character.

“Let’s just say we figured out a common goal.”

The goal of keeping other people away from you. Any kind of pride he or the monster might've held has been swiftly discarded for this greater purpose. After all, two heads are better than one. Or whatever encephalic organ the creature possesses.

The cherry blossoms sway in the wind, scattering the frail petals across the riverbank.

"It's too much!" you whine, your hot lips brushing against the overgrown grass of the hill, privacy filled to the brim with appendages. "W-what if someone passes by?"

You can't even tilt your head back to look at your aggressors; the weight of the attempted kidnapping was too great for the pair to bear, and thus they were overwhelmed by the urge to reclaim you on the spot. Right there, in the fields, on the way back home.

"I couldn't...care less about that, (Y/N)", the gamer boyfriend manages to blurt out between exhausted, husky growls. His knuckles white from gripping imaginary sheets.

“You belong to us.”

(No slick folds were harmed in the process)

Case 2: Picture frame

The screech slowly dissipates, and the room is quiet again.

Finally. The gamer boyfriend gazes at his masterpiece, a satisfied smile on his face. Now that he's gotten rid of his rival, he can have you all for himself.

“I hope you enjoy the flatness. I didn’t.”

The fight might've lasted longer, had the beast not committed the ultimately fatal mistake of underestimating him. It realized much too late it wasn't dealing with the same human who disappeared months ago. That one was weak and easy to remove.

"Please, what are you-...What are you doing with my body?"

"Relax. I'm just...borrowing it. Permanently, maybe."

Oh, how long he waited for that moment, that instant in which he was guaranteed freedom from the 2D realm. How delicious it was to snatch the escape from the boyfriend who worked so hard for it. All those hours spent romancing the characters, repeating the same dialogue lines again, and again, until the love meter blinked in achievement. And then he stole it, just like that, with a snap of the fingers.

Two things immediately struck him once he made his way out:

First, the third dimension. He'd never experienced such depth before, and all the angles and perspectives sickened him terribly. He spent days bedridden and nauseous. Equally baffling was the fact that conversations were always spontaneous, random, one-of-a-kind and without any subtitles or dialogue box. He tried in vain to reset his response to you, or to replay something you told him. Thankfully, his secret was of such absurdity, that you couldn’t even begin to imagine its possibility. You took his suspicious gaffes with an amused chuckle, calling him a silly goose.

Second, you. He had no idea who you were, but upon laying his eyes on you, a wave of warmth and affection flooded his innards. Were you someone important for the boyfriend? Either way, whatever leftover feeling was left inside the vessel swiftly turned into obsession. You took such great care of him. Guided him through this new world with unconditional kindness. Whatever the boyfriend was to you before, he deserved it more. He was certain of it.

Only one obstacle stood in his way, and he just took care of it.

The entry door unlocks, and you walk in, unsure.

“It’s been days. It always lived here, why would it vanish now?” you sob, shaken by the sudden disappearance of the ancient creature.

“Oh, Darling. Come here”, the gamer boyfriend coos sweetly. “You have me now, don’t you? Am I not enough for you?”

“Of course you are, it’s just…”

You stop in your tracks.

“When did you get this?”

“Today. Do you like it?”

“It’s…nice.”

You stare at the new picture hung in the living room. The ornate frame contours what seems to be an oil painting of a sea monster, tentacles preying out of the water.

It almost looks like it wants to crawl out of the canvas.

“Maybe it just got tired of you.” The boyfriend whistles, approaching you. “But I’ll tell you a secret. I’ll never, ever abandon you.”

“I know, (B/N).” you throw yourself into your boyfriend’s arms.

“Who? Ah, right.”

Case 3: Hidden Ending

You sniff and wipe your tears again, filling your satchel with bread. At the very least, it’s good bread. You made the sourdough starter yourself, in the kitchen you renovated with your own hands.

Not anymore.

You button up your patchy peasant robe, glancing back at the couple one final time. Your gamer boyfriend…well, ex-boyfriend, is following your movement with melancholic eyes. The tentacle creature is holding him affectionately, its tendrils of darkness wrapped around his small shoulders. The same appendages that lewdly traced your body.

You have been cucked.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I…We never meant to hurt you. It’s just…we love each other.” He sheepishly lifts his hand, revealing a ring glowing with ancient, cursed energy of cosmic, long-forgotten springs. “We’re thinking of a tropical honeymoon.”

Your underbaked cinnamon orbs glisten with fresh tears, as thin streams caress your cheeks. No matter. You’ll find a new apartment. You’ll start again. You finish tying the bread satchel around the stick, and throw it over your shoulder.

“I wish you happiness”, you sigh, exiting the house.

[kabukiaku]

the goobers just smacked lips!!! will they hit it off? or it will be just a casual fling?

[888artpys]

Chris Sturniolo x Photographer

content warnings : oral sex/ aggressive sex/ unprotected sex/ dom chris/ slapping/ neck grabbing/ 18+

summary : chris sturniolo meets you on the 1st stop of tour & brings you around for the remaining dates hired as their tour photographer.

if u want backstory feel free to read :

→ theprologue

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As we pull into the hotel parking lot, I start waking Chris up to get everything ready to load onto the dolly. The tour bus slowly comes to a stop, and the soft hum of the engine fades. The seats are scattered with our belongings, and the air is filled with the scent of leather and faint traces of cologne.

We finally make it to our hotel room while the others go downstairs to the dining area. The room is now cleared, leaving just the two of us. Chris jumps up in a hurry, placing the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door and ensuring every lock is clicked and secured. The click of the locks echoes in the quiet room, adding to the anticipation.

He turns around to see me walking towards him seductively, the soft lighting of the hotel room casting a warm glow on my skin. The room is cozy, with multiple large beds adorned with crisp white sheets. The atmosphere is charged with tension and excitement as I close the distance between us.

As he stands there admiring me, I notice a smirk as he cups his area, trying to cover the noticeable bulge in his pants. My arm approaches his, pushing his arm away and replacing his hand with mine. I barely get a grip before Chris groans and manages to push my hand away from his pulsating member.

“I'll tell you when you can touch me. Get on your knees, ma,” Chris commands.

Chris smirks as I start getting on the floor. I feel my leg squish something, and as I break eye contact to see what it is, he quickly grabs my neck and turns my face back to him.

“Chris, wait, my-“

“Oh, my fucki- whatever it is, just move it to the side, ma. I need to be inside you now,” his voice thick with desire.

I quickly catch his attention when I detach his hands from my neck.

In a relieved tone, I exclaim, “Chris, omg, I almost broke my camera.” I noticed it was just the tripod that I snapped off, thankfully not the camera itself.

Chris glances at the camera and then back at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know what. Give it to me, ma. Let me record us,” he suggests, his voice low and enticing.

“You want to record us?” I question, my eyebrows raising in surprise.

“If you’re okay with it, ma,” he replies, his tone filled with anticipation.

I pick up the camera, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, and hand it to him, giving him my approval with a nod. Chris turns it on, the soft whirring sound signaling that it's ready to capture our moments. His voice was a low growl. "Now, where were we?"

As soon as I hear the start recording beep, Chris pulls the back of my head by grabbing a handful of my hair, his grip firm yet gentle. The camera's red recording light reflects in his eyes, adding an extra layer of intensity to the atmosphere.

With a raised tone Chris says, “Who’s fucking slut are you, huh?”

I signal him by looking up at him, trying not to break eye contact from this moment on.

“Words, ma, I need words.”

“I’m your fucking slut, Chris. I’m all yours.”

He puts the camera down while he gathers my hair into a ponytail using both hands.

Admiring my innocence Chris states, "Fuck, you're all mine, ma."

He finally lets go of me, breaking eye contact as he picks the camera back up.

I resume my position on my knees, my hands reaching for his waistband. Making eye contact with the camera, I start to bring my hand towards his belt, seeing his dick already begging for attention.

Chris grabs my neck aggressively. "I told you, I decide when you can touch me. I'm in control, remember?"

I smack my lips hopelessly as I feel his entire hand wrapped around my neck.

He lets go of my neck and places his thumb against my lips, pressuring me to insert it into my mouth.

Before I can process the camera flash turn on, Chris says, "Open, ma."

As I open my mouth, I drench his thumb in my saliva while I start unbuckling his belt.

He rolls his eyes and pushes my fingers off his waistband. "You just can’t wait to touch me, ma."

As my face turns red, he repeats for what feels like the hundredth time, "You have to listen to me, ma. Only I demand when you can touch me. Do you understand?"

He interrupts my nod, "Words, ma, I need words."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" Chris asks.

"Yes, Daddy, I understand. I won't touch you until you let me.

As he puts his finger back into my mouth, he starts aggressively inserting it in and out until my eyes start to water. I tap out after gagging for several seconds straight.

Chris backs up to the bed as I catch my breath. "Take off your pants then come take everything off of me, ma."

I try not to seem too excited as I quickly slip my pants off and reach to put my fingers into his belt loops, undoing it as fast as I could.

Chris interrupts me by tugging at my shirt, signaling for me to let him take it off.

I raise my arms as he swiftly pulls off my shirt, his eyes widening as he takes in my exposed chest.

"Damn, you fucking little slut," he slowly murmurs under his breath.

He gazes at my breasts through the camera screen before leaning in and opening his mouth towards my nipples.

After sucking and roughly flicking my nipples, making them hard, I finally manage to slip his jeans off, leaving him in just his boxers.

He zooms in on my face, pulling my head back. Chris smirks as I groan, "Daddy’s little slut, huh?"

"Yes, Daddy, I’m all yours."

I reach for him, my fingers trembling with anticipation. His eyes never leave mine, the intensity in his gaze sending shivers down my spine. As I pull his boxers down, his arousal springs free, and I can't help but let out a soft gasp. His hand tangles in my hair, guiding me closer. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, and I can see the same need mirrored in his eyes.

I slowly wrap my hand around his length, feeling the pulse of his desire under my fingertips.

"That's right," he growls, his voice low and commanding. “Show me how much you want it."

I start with gentle kisses, my lips barely brushing against his skin. His hips jerk forward, seeking more contact, but I hold back, wanting to draw out the moment. His frustration is palpable, and it only fuels my desire to please him.

His grip tightens in my hair, and a low groan escapes his lips. The sound sends a shiver down my spine, and I can't resist teasing him just a little bit more.

Finally, I take him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip. His reaction is immediate and intense, his body tensing and a deep moan filling the room. I move slowly at first, savoring the taste and feel of him, but soon his impatience takes over.

"Faster," he commands, his voice rough with need.

I obey, increasing my pace and taking him deeper. His hand tightens in my hair, guiding my movements. The room is filled with the sounds of our shared passion, and I can feel his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

The camera captures every moment. Every expression on my face as I lose myself in the act of pleasing him. His hand finds its way back to my hair, gripping it tightly as he aggressively guides my movements, his control unwavering.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice thick with lust. "Keep going, just like that."

I can feel his body tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the edge.

Just when I think he might lose control, he pulls me up, his hands gripping my arms and lifting me to my feet. His lips crash against mine in a searing kiss, full of hunger and desperation. He puts me onto the bed and backs me up against the sheets, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve and contour.

"Turn around," he orders, his voice barely more than a whisper.

I comply, my heart racing with anticipation. His hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips and positioning me just right. I can feel his breath hot against my neck as he leans in, his body pressed firmly against mine.

“Here” with the camera in his hand motioning me to set it on the nightstand near the bed.

As I reach out, stretching my body out to put the camera down Chris uses both hands to aggressively thrust my hips onto him inserting himself and filling up my walls.

“Ah,” I moan out surprised. Not at the fact he inserted himself without warning but that he didn’t use protection.

Chris quickly gets out of me and turns my head to face him while catching his breath.

“I’m sorry- I, was that too much- I mean was that too fast- I’m sorry- I-”

“Chris you’re perfect I like it rough, you know it.”

"Do you trust me?" he asks regretting his aggression, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Yes," I breathe, my voice barely audible.

"Okay good," he says, his tone filled with promise.

As I start getting back into position he gently interrupts turning me back around. His hands cup my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as he gazes into my eyes. "You're beautiful," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and admiration.

He leans in, his breath warm against the back of my neck. "Just relax," he whispers, his voice a calming presence. "I've got you."

His hands continue their journey, moving down to my waist, his grip tightening slightly. He pulls me closer, and I can feel the heat of his body against mine. The closeness, the intimacy, is almost overwhelming.

Chris' hands slide around to my front, his fingers splaying across my stomach. using both hands to cup my waist with both hands. He holds me there for a moment, as I reach under grabbing his member and guiding him. Feeling his pressure outside my walls I open my legs wider, arch harder, with my ass high in the air.

After both letting out a loud moan Chris lets me feel the security of his embrace as he slowly inserts himself letting me get used to his size.

After multiple slow thrusts, Chris eventually starts pounding me aggressively as I cry out loud moans containing his name.

As I feel his body tense up he takes himself out of me and flips me onto my back.

The words barely coming out, “You doing okay ma?” Chris says completely out of breath.

I nod.

As Chris pauses to admire my bare chest, a shiver runs down my spine from his intense gaze. I can feel his eyes on me, a mix of desire and admiration.

He then grabs the camera back from the nightstand, zooming in as he starts playing with my breasts. The sensation of his touch sends a wave of pleasure through me, making me gasp softly.

In a playful move, I snatch the camera, now recording Chris. With a mischievous smile, I run my hand down his chest, capturing his reaction as I tease him.

I then guide the camera down to his waist, signaling for him to fill me back up. The anticipation builds as he slowly enters me, the feeling of him inside me sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Chris grins as he pulls my hips closer to him, throwing both legs over his shoulder. As he inserts himself, my back arches off the bed, and I roll my eyes back. It doesn’t take Chris long to resume his fast pace from earlier. The intensity of the moment, the connection between us, is electric and all-consuming.

The room fills with the sounds of our shared pleasure, the camera capturing every moment of our passionate encounter.

“Chris, let me cum, please,” I beg, my voice trembling with need.

“Hold it for a second, ma. I’m almost there,” Chris replies, his voice strained with effort.

Chris slaps his hand across my mouth as I accidentally moan louder than usual. “Chris, I can’t do it anymore. Ahh, you’re so big,” I cry out as he continues to pound into me. I throw the camera back onto the nightstand, ready to capture our releases.

His thrusts become faster and sloppier, his breathing grows more rapid. I yell out, “Chris, please let me cum. I can’t take it.”

Chris grips my waist tighter, and I feel his swollen member around my walls, reaching his climax. "Look at me," he commands, his voice a rough whisper. "I need to see your eyes when I cum." I obey, my gaze locking onto his as I bring him to the brink. The intensity of the moment is overwhelming.

Chris tenses up, and we both let out a deep moan. The moment of release is explosive, our bodies trembling with the force of our shared climax. The connection between us feels unbreakable, a bond forged in the heat of our passion.

As we come down from the high, Chris collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms. We lie there, catching our breath, the camera forgotten on the nightstand. The intimacy of the moment lingers, a testament to the depth of our connection.

Chris gently strokes my hair, his touch tender and loving. “You’re amazing,” he whispers, his voice filled with admiration.

I smile, feeling a sense of contentment and fulfillment. “So are you, Chris. So are you.”

Chris' phone interrupts us and I glance over and see it’s Matt. I quickly dress myself, thinking they’re outside the door.

Chris pulls my hand towards him, falling back into the bed. “Ma, it’s fine, calm down. He’s calling to ask if we wanna go to the movies after they’re finished dinner.”

I let out a sigh of relief as I nod my head yes, walking to the restroom door.

“Yeah, she’s just gonna shower and get ready. Y’all can start heading back.”

“Well, we’re going to put gas in the bus. I was just giving y’all a heads-up. We’ll probably be back in another hour.”

Chris quickly smirks, guessing I heard the other side of the phone. He gets up, heading towards the bathroom, ready to start another round.

“Chris, we don’t have much time,” I laugh, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as he pulls himself into the shower with me.

[incorrect-gravescest]

"Heh, I promise I'll have Jaune home by 8 o'clock, Mrs Arc. (giggle)"

VS

"Jaune calls me Mommy now."